To quote a cat who ate a lot, “I hate Mondays!” I hope everyone had a great weekend and is getting ready for the 4th. Fireworks, hot dogs, and some fucking awful heat. Damn it’s hot out there. My balls are sweating just thinking about it. I have a beef today and not the meat that comes from a moo cow. Do you ever log into Facebook, and look at your news feed and just want to kick people in their nuts and/or vagina? What the fuck? I get that we all have good and bad days. Some of us more than others, I am really good at having bad days. I do get punished for those bad days. You know the type of people I am talking about though. One minute they are on top of the world putting up statuses about their newly found romance they met on craigslist, and the next minute they talk about how their life is in the shitter. The three little letters that piss me off the most, FML. I can’t find a Hello Kitty shirt that makes my boobs look perky. My life sucks. FML. Facebook statuses have allowed people to be goth without ever having to buy any make up or wear black fishnets. I was sitting around thinking If It Makes You Happy, then why the hell are you so sad? Simple answer, Bojangles Chicken