Beau Bardin

they thought they could fucking kill me. i'm still alive you fucking assholes.

alone.

Met up with my uncle again this afternoon to discuss, and he flipped out at me for "wanting to watch him starve." Hope he gets out of that snowflake mindset soon because he reminds me too much of my own son.

My uncle is asking me for some money because he's in a "bad spot" right now. I was in a bad spot once now too and look at me. By not giving him the money I'm giving him the motivation to learn how to be the head of a Fortune 500 company.

I haven't slept for 2 days and I still feel nothing. That fucking woman is holding me down.

I remember when jokes meant something and weren't horrid drivel seeping from a whore's rotting and broken uterus. Get a job and a fucking hobby.

Another day where I hope the great angel takes me in my sleep. Fuck this place.

My son called me a "cornball" during breakfast when I told him to pass me the Orange Juice. I'm gonna go medieval on this fucking brat.

My son just called me a "gooner" during TV time. I'm this fucking close to snapping.

Some Like it Hot appeals to me in a really strange way.

I was watching Star Wars with my 8-year-old daughter, and she saw a lesbian kiss and said, "Why don't they do that inside instead?"

My work here is done.

Been eating nothing but top class beef jerky I get off amazon. #Primitiveliving

And the large black coffee with a cream cheese bagel yes. I would go into more detail about my experience but I don't talk to poors with the same reverance as I do people of my standards.

Was at Dunkin earlier this morning and saw this dumb bitch hastling the girl at the counter over this complicated iced whatever. A minute later I see that woman take a big spit in that bitch's drink. Justice has been served!

I just found out Rock Hudson was a yk what. It's going to be a somber sleep tonight.

You're spending time with your beautiful wife and kids in a fully paid house, taking in the gorgeous skyline view from your balcony as the sounds of birds chirping fill the air and gold dandelions sit idly next to you.

And then you woke up.

I don't dream. I live.

On a walk and some sissy walked past me. The nerve of these fuckers to exist looking like tramps is beyond deplorable!

I owe all my hustling to Gregory Peck. That guy was a fucking American if I've ever seen one.

Never a truer statement, my good man!