People have found this Bullshit in some pretty fucked up ways.
This crazy lady I met on the internet asked if I would write something for her blog. Unlike all the other lifestyle and recipe blogs, she rants and swears with the best of them. Unlike my bullshit, there’s a lot more to her stuff than just anger and insults.
So, I could only hope to put some bullshit together that would fit on her page. And sadly this is the best I could do.
You can read it on her page:
It was my niece’s wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere. She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn’t stop until she learned how to talk.
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
The Bear and I went to get our passports renewed. His nametag said Bob. Bob was efficient, thorough and a mother fucking racist.
My Fucked-Up Tennis Team is now completely fucked-up in an entirely new way.
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
Let’s make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
I’ve been in “husband” boot camp for 32 years. There’s no graduation in sight.
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered “winter is coming” and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
If you are going to have a team, it’s going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
I traded in a liar and got a smart ass.
I am happier now — the Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is dead. My new Honda Civic is “nice,” but these god damn “smart car” features make me want to strip to my bathrobe and scream “get off my lawn”.
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best “friends” found a way to pick on my face.