Everyone has their own opinion about gay marriage and whether or not it should be openly accepted and finally ruled as a legal and binding marriage. There is no pleasing everyone and if I was to bet, there will never be an agreeable decision. It won’t matter which way the votes go, someone is going to be very upset over the ruling. I have my views about gay marriage and I know you have yours. You can climb the highest mountain and preach about same sex marriage. You can call it immoral or you can say it is perfectly fine and should be accepted and looked at no differently than when a man and a woman wed. Let me step up to my soap box and speak my mind. Lend me your ears. What is wrong with gay marriage? Let me explain to you about gay marriage and everything that is wrong with it.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Joke: A Terrorist Birthday Party
This is a joke I thought up at 2:49am on March 19th. I woke up and quickly wrote it down. Cause it was funny at 2am and it is still funny at 9pm. Trust me. My jokes are awesome.
His Name Is Bruce
I had a rough day at work. I needed to relax and while a good nights rest is the safest and cheapest idea, I figured drowning my worries and anger in a glass of beer is a better idea. I am not condoning drinking as a problem solver. I am not telling you to drink to fix the problems work drops on you. Sure work can bring you sob stories of decaying teeth, people with the precognition of being sick three days in advance, or the inability to chug water faster than a paralyzed penguin with a feet shuffling problem. I cannot control those things. I cannot stop people from doing the things they do that send me in to fits of rage. I cannot blame them for the foul words and vulgarness that spews from my lips and the degrading words that dangle and roll of my tongue. I drink not because you do things like call in sick or complain about your horrible life, I drink because I know you. Your presence alone will point me and literally drive me to the bar to drink and fix problems with barley, hops, and wheat.
Poem: Memories Lost
I get bored often. I like to write poems. I never see my poems as being anything but simple. Usually, my poems are sad and depressing. This one is no different. It’s sad and depressing. I can’t write happy poems. Really, I can’t. I don’t have it in me. I don’t know what love is and no, I don’t want you to show me.