Knowing that Canadian Tuxedo and his cohorts are out of town, I know that no one is reading this. Hence the sad face. But, you know what? Fuck it. What have you got to be so goddamn sad about you yellow fucking circle? What, is life THAT fucking hard that you're permanently positioned in a downturned frown? BULLSHIT. You haven't got bills to pay. You don't have your house repossessed. I bet you've never survived a natural disaster or lost anyone you love.
Chemical imbalance? Man, fuck you. I've seen your smiley face. That shit looks pleasant as hell. As emoticons go, you lick balls. You lick hairy balls. Turn that frown upside down dude. It's a beautiful day outside. Just take a look. Stop throwing a fucking pity-party and just smile. I know you can do it. I've seen you. Remember this:Yeah, me too. Those were the good times, weren't they? Are things so different now? Goddamn it. Smoke a joint, drink a beer. Shit, just go lay out in the sun for a while. Anything man. You're freaking me out. Ever since you gave up the drugs you been a lot less fun.
It started with a dream. One post per day, every single day for one hundred days. Canadian Tuxedo and Desperate Pickle were the first. They were men of vision. But their time came to an end. These things happen. All things must come to an end. And so the torch was passed to Poop Snacks and Whofleck. And when their hundred days are up, they too will pass the torch. The rules remain the same. Some things always stay the same. The rules are simple, and they are constant:
We both post something, anything, every single day. For one hundred days. Those are the rules. The topics are... varied.
If you'd like to contact us about something, why don't you go ahead and email us at centaursleepover@gmail.com
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