There's been a lot of chirping about me dumping this critically acclaimed blog in favor of more serious, adult responsibilities. I realize transition can be difficult for some people. Especially for crusty jackasses like this who haven't a clue about the angst and sexual confusion many Millennials are experiencing today. As a wise yet sensitive Gen X'er, I can feel the hurt in Young Zed's voice when he ticks off the debilitating scars suffered from yet another vodka-soaked weekend of hapless hipsters, whiny music and midgets. It's my job to console the young people, especially when they're as impressionable as Young Zed. As for my haters, I suggest you buy a family-pack of Pop Tarts and zip it. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go apply lotion to my recently bronzed torso.
PS--What an absurdly precious, self-important FB picture. I mean, really?
1 comment:
Your blog smells like farts and beer bottles full of cigarette butts. Welcome back Cromer!
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