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"One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like a infantile retard." - Mike Tyson

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I can tell the goddamn future

In a pure testament to how much a visionary I truly am, Puerto Rican rump wrangler Ricky Martin came out of the closet yesterday. I wish I could say I was as shocked as the rest of the world considering the incredible amount of masculinity that seems to emanate from his pores. Psyche! See what I did there? I said something but I really meant the opposite. Just to refresh everyone's memory, back on January 25th of this very year I wrote a post saying the then closeted Mr. Martin is actually gay. (Motherfucking Fortune Teller Right Here) Two months later and he finally admits it and reaffirms my conviction that I can tell the future. Did I out him? Naw, anyone with a double digit IQ knew that guy was gay. In my opinion there's a much more sensible explanation for his timely admission; he's follower of SBB.

Slowly taking over the world,
SBB
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