don't ask me why....but i just got done watching "grand ole opry live"

darryl worley, emerson drive, and lorrie morgan.

a triple shot of true genius.

those grand ole opry fuckers really got their finger on the pulse of cool.
fucking tards.

let's see, you kicked out hank williams and told elvis presley to go back to truck driving.
yeah, you guys really know talent when you see it.

i would love to get to play on the grand ole opry. i'd all be like....

"i want to thank you guys for having me on the grand ol oprah. i mean okra. i mean opry. it's always been my dream to get to play to a room full of blue haired elderly women and below average intelligence. don't worry though. i plan to dumb down all of my lyrics so that you will understand them."

i then take out a pistol and blow my brains out...."no funeral"...

speaking of blowing brains out...

hunter s. thompson took his own life.

what a shock.

another writer commits suicide. hemingway, plath, virginia wolf, melville, poe...the list goes on and on.

for all you aspiring writers out there.. a healthy dose of insanity and depression seems to help.

hemingway tried like five fucking times or some shit. he once tried to walk into moving helicopter blades.

i heard on the radio that hunter had told his son recently that he wanted a "grand funeral and to have his ashes shot out of a cannon."

fucking "a", hunter. me too.

he has been quoted as saying that he has become, "an elderly dope fiend living in the wilderness."

well, i will say this... i'll take 67 hunter s. thompson years.

there will never be another one like you, my friend.
i hope the dope is better on the outside. keep dope alive.

i've always respected the people who commit suicide by a gunshot to the head just a little more than the pill overdose or carbon monoxide pussies. at least have some balls.

i'm not afraid to admit that i've contemplated suicide several times. at least a dozen. i think if i had a gun i may have succeeded already. if i were gonna do it now though, i'd probably go to a big and rich concert and take out as many fuckers as i could first. try and help the natural balance of things. i wouldn't want my intelligence to be lost without counteracting it with a massive loss of ignorance. that's just the kind of guy i am though. always thinking of others.

i've been doing some thinking about the comments section lately. you guys are really starting to piss me off. you're boring and unimaginative.

i thought i'd have a contest. a free t-shirt is in it for the winner.

of course, you will have to use your real name.

so franky, you're out.

anyway...

here's the game:

in 50 words or less, write a paragraph or sentence explaining why i shouldn't do away with the fucking comment section altogether.

bluebell is calling,


scott