I lost my rhythm this week thanks to the gritty and depressing miniseries The Corner.  That shit wore me down to straight exhaustion!  Thanks a lot, Netflix!  Netflix has turned me into the biggest couch potato — 30 Rock is online, along with Lost,  and some other show that just killed me during the late night hours.  The Conan O’Brien Saga has kept me occupied as well.  Don’t blame me for my lack of work.  Blame the brilliant writers and their ridiculous situations for my inactivity.  I sit in a chair with a stupid smile slapped across my face . . . drooling and clapping like a circus animal. . . entertained on end by energetic silly people.  The cat has even joined me on my armchair because she and I now have a gigantic LCD HDTV, and we are dazzled by the bright lights and vivid images.  My cat likes to watch the horny cheetah spray her juices on the goofball safari man on Animal Planet.  I like to watch the horny cheetah-like woman gush her juices on a cougar-like soft core porn star on Skinamax.

I’m leaning towards some Classic Caustic tonight.  We’ll see where this post goes from here.

Oh yeah.  My love for Monkey Girl (AKA Antoinette Antonio) sunk to new depths this morning.  I downloaded the awful movie Gamer on my PS3 at 8:45am.  I downloaded the movie in HD.  Why?  I wanted to see my Monkey Girl in true High Definition.  The movie was loud, stupid, extremely vulgar (not in a fun way, either), wasted Michael C. Hall’s talent (I love you, Dexter), and made Albuquerque uglier in fantasy motion picture than in real life.  How is that even possible?  The fuckwad director made it happen. . . somehow. . .

I’ll get back to Monkey Girl in a minute.  I want to talk about writing and Hollywood and major motion pictures for a moment.  The premise for the gamer movie is similar to a story I wrote 17 years ago when I was a pre-teen piece of shit loser.  I am easily intimidated by brilliant writers and talented directors.  So a movie about gamers and video games gives me new confidence.  Maybe I should watch more crappy movies as inspiration.  I don’t know.

So back to Monkey Girl.  She looks so fucking hot in Gamer.  She is perfect!  Give her an Oscar for Best Supporting Newswoman Who Does Not Catch Bukkake on Her Face.  That’s a category, right?  I know, I know. . . Enough with the news people.  Monkey Girl will never fuck Jake in a million years.  Not for a million dollars.  I can’t help it.  You know what?  It’s not even about fucking Antoinette Antonio.  I just want to eat her out.  A million dollars to devour that pussy.  My kingdom!  My kingdom for just a taste of that most delectable, sugary, honey twat.

Okay.  I’m done.  Classic Caustic coming up next.  And then some new thoughts about sex on an airplane (The Anti-Mile High Club) and more cum dumpsters.

Peace.

Original post by Charles J. Chinwannabutr