Hey, fuck you.

Yeah, that's right. Fuck you.

Also, if you've ever seen Rescue Me, I hate, loath, destest, deplore, hate hate hate Dennis Leary's character Thomas Gavin. I just want to find Leary and punch him because that's the closest thing to punching Tommy Gavin.

That is all.

Kay, another post.

In Soviet Russia, they made Sovtek amplifiers. Except not really, because they were made after 1991. So in Capitalist Russia, they make Sovtek amps with Soviet technology. In other words, they weigh more than the most obese fatty you've ever seen, but they do fucking kill.

They're my investments, as well as a few Sunn amps, and stuff. I'd rather invest in things that will grow in capital (unlike most stock market investments).

Oh fuck you B-Spec driver, you wonder why I chose the name N. Kok for you. Don't beef my Formula Gran Turismo again. Just don't.

There are only 273 days left (until Earth becomes an unlivable radioactive rock somewhat like Mercury). Brool story Co.

OOO OOOO OOOOOOO!!!

New post.

I have my B-Spec driver lapping the Fuji Speedway and doing a bang up job of it. Star Blazers, which is hilarious on the main right screen below the 40" Gran Turismo 5 is on, and this blog and a lot of pornography on this left screen. It's bitchen.

It's also too damned hot in the summer for me to give a damn about anything like taking the garbage out.

So yeah, hello again negative-followers.