First Bill: What Should Bill Clinton Be For Halloween?
The road to tyranny begins with the
destruction of the fuckin' truth. Truth varies from person to person. As
president of the United States, Bill Clinton once said, “When we got organized
as a country and we wrote a fairly radical Constitution with a radical Bill of Rights,
giving a radical amount of individual freedom to Americans, it was assumed that
the Americans who had that freedom would use it responsibly.” Bill Clinton
handled his extra-marital affair responsibly and he’s gone the extra mile
practically endorsing Donald Trump. Hillary Clinton is running for president
and every cunt wants to see Bill as the First Man of the United States. A First Man currently doesn't exist, but it should if the Theory of Evolution was true. Darwin observed the pattern of evolution and he would've been fucking fascinated with Bill Clinton.
How will the Clintons celebrate
Halloween? Bill Clinton might choose to dress up as Bill Cosby for Halloween. Over 40
women have accused Bill Cosby of sexual misconduct and only the future First
Man understands this and wants to take on the role. There needs to be a
motherfucking movement to prevent another Industrial Revolution. The next
uprising in the industry will happen soon. From politics to going mental, there ain't much choice.
Global Warming will kill everybody if we
don’t stop the madness. Acid rain is going to get worse and the floods will motherfucking
drown us. Al Gore needs to make a sequel to An Inconvenient Truth. It’s an
inconvenient truth that Bill Clinton could co-star with Al Gore in the movie.
If Bill Clinton does dress up as Bill Cosby, why doesn’t Al Gore dress up as Bill O’Reilly for Halloween, so we can get the motherfucking facts? What does it matter? How's Hillary doing? Hillary Clinton
needs to dress up either as a district attorney or a chemist or a plumber and pay the motherfucking
Bills. Does pH matter when you flush the toilet? I'm going to take a shit whilst listening to Phish.
Second pH: Beyond Chemistry
In chemistry, pH (/piːˈeɪtʃ/) is a numeric scale used
to specify the acidity or alkalinity of an aqueous solution. It is the negative
of the logarithm to base 10 of the fucking activity of the hydrogen ion.
Solutions with a pH less than 7
are acidic and solutions with a pH greater than
7 are alkaline or anything fucking basic. Beyond chemistry, make sure you
Google search phubbing and use the ph instead of effing fubbing, and don’t
give yourself a PhD and call yourself Dr. Huxtable and go fubbing for fun. I’m
not a doctor and I’m not going to take credit for inventing words like phubbing
or fubbing, but they’re real fucking problems in American culture. The
Washington State Cougars are not that good at football, and don’t be fooled after
their victory over the Oregon Ducks, but that’s not the motherfucking problem. The Cougars
screwing around with younger men is a real motherfucking problem.
Oregon schools preparing for the Civil War are simply unavoidable; but the serious goddamn problem happening in schools can be seen or unseen with students suffering from mental illnesses, abusing psychotropic drugs, and taking non-prescription drugs. In the
aftermath of the crazy draw-down in Afghanistan, Americans are celebrating a war
lasting almost as long as the Civil War college football game rivalry in
Oregon. The Civil War started with the first bullets fired recently according to news. Why wasn't the shooter targeted? We need to
second-guess the victims of the shooting. They didn’t act fast enough and fight back
in the face of bullets. They could have rallied against the shooter and tackled
him to the motherfucking ground. I should have fought back against my demons to prevent the death of Tuesday.
Third Acid Flashback: Tuesday
Where is
Tuesday Alvarez? Have I lost Tuesday to drug-induced flashbacks or a mystery liquid? Tuesday’s Gone,
Lynyrd Skynyrd (pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd). I put the son-of-a-bitch down. It was
late Tuesday night when Tuesday Alvarez sent a text to my cell phone. It said, “Meet me at the Burger King parking lot.” We ended up in old Brewington. Beyond my dreams.
