Where The Fuck Is My Special K

1. Ketamine

 

2. Often obtained by breaking into animal hospitals, this liquid-state tranquilizer can be poured over a mirror, dried, and diced into a powder ready for rave-happy snorting.

 

Example: Let's get tweeked on some special k at the rave tonight.

 

 

I spent some time today, seriously thinking over stuff and I realised that all my life is like a concrete mixture right now, in which the concrete is mainly problems.

I hate it when it comes to a point where things that are supposed to be filled to the brim with happy smiling faces and at some point; hot kinky sex, can be the cause of fucking annoying headaches.

I know, I'm a goofball, most of the time, I talk about jackshit that may be educative (... Going doggy gives a much deeper penetration you know?) but nonetheless, not open for practical use (... Ping-pong balls over your eyes, then shine a red light, 30 minutes and you'll start hallucinating. Without drugs. Awesome ey?).

However, when I get serious, or start talking sense, for the love of fucking kinky sex, listen and fucking do it (You might wanna postpone the event you know, I might not be coming home. Next year seems good no?). While I may be frolicking in the fucking cesspit of a brain I have, at one point or another, I sometimes get fucking tired of it and decide to go swim in some pristine fucking water instead. For fucks sake, listen. Listen!

FOR THE LOVE OF KINKY SEX

Christ, if my plans get fucked because of this I'm gonna start popping caps into knees. And assholes. AND ASSHOLES.

Then there's fucking mites or bed bugs or whatever the fuck it is that's been biting me at night. Sooner or later I swear I'm gonna start swallowing moth balls. Fuck.

FUCK.

Of course, all this will pass, then bla bla bla I'll have kids, a beautiful wife and a perfect life. That's in the fucking future you faggot, I live in the fucking present. At the rate I'm going my balls will be devoured by these fucking parasites. So much for the perfect life ey?

Then there's this blog, it's fucking rubbish. I'm starting to believe that Malaysians are really the folks that read a page a year, nobody fucking reads nowadays. 'But that's cause you write stuff in such a vulgar manner!' Well here's some fucking news that your illiterate brain won't be able to fucking understand, it's only vulgar when you think it is. Transcend god dammit! Transcend! Can you not see past these words? Can you not extract the essence of these?! You fucking shallow faggots!

Now that we're in that topic, I'd like to expand on that since everybody does this face when someone curses.

What is a curse? It's mainly made up of two people, on one side, there's the one who says it, and then there's the one who 's the receiver. In a case where there is no receiver it doesn't count as cursing. It's like playing badminton or tennis. There has to be two players. Well, only badminton really.

That said, let's go one step further. What constitutes a curse? It's perception. If one person understands that the other is cursing him/her, then it applies. So basically, if I say fuete tu padre, then it doesn't count because you did not understand that. If I said it in a cheerful manner, you'd think that I'm praising you. This is also applicable when using the same language, if I said fuck, you'd normally be offended. What if you take 'fuck' in it's actual context. Which is:

To engage in coitus with.

 

Therefore, saying 'fuck you', would mean 'To engage in coitus with you' and obviously not applicable in the context of cursing. Honestly, who the hell fucks when he's angry.

That's not the point, the point is just the context of it. I use the word on a daily basis, does that mean I would like to fuck with everything, even air? Of course not, it's just a word. Just a word. It's like food or hello. You perceive it as cursing, I perceive it as an expression, using logic, it's better for you to change your mindset because I'm awesome. Right?

FUETE TU PADRE

See?

Ah fuck this, let's go and get some special K.