the FUCK TRUCK hits the highway
I’m a bit drained after shooting my load repeatedly all over Donny Deutsch last week. To make up for my low reservoir of piss & vinegar, I’m getting completely shitfaced on Wild Turkey (I'm 100% Irish—use your imagination). On a Tuesday evening. At home. By myself. Listening to fucking Queensryche, Operation Mindcrime (I’m a drummer, OK? Cram your pussy music tastes up your pansy ASS.).
So, fcuk fcuk fcuk. Adfreak mused yesterday on the death of fcuk. My very drunken take? This was never branding. This was a doodle on a bookcover of a 10-year-old wiseass boy. I once owned a fcuk shirt...and...I bought it myself in SoHo.
Two more fingers of bourbon.