Stupid Bastard!

I don't know if Scott will think this is a good post, or not....and really, I'm too tired to give a rat's bum. But, I do have a sense of "duty" when it comes to keeping my bluds informed, entertained, and a tad less bored with the mundaneness we all call life. (Is mundaneness even a word? Who really cares?)

So, I'm slowly reading Kim's latest post....it's hard to focus on a computer screen after staring at one 8 hours a day for the last zillion days......anyway, as I'm reading her post she reminded me of my 4 year break from sanity....aka: my relationship with my ex.

This man has to be the stupidest person on the planet....even if he did think the planet's name was World. There are soooo many stupid ex stories that come bubbling up from the depths of my bowels as I start thinking about the depths of his stupidity....maybe I should go poop before I get impacted. I'm too tired to poop....unless someone wants to do the grunting and pushing for me.....I didn't think so. Y'all are just a bunch of clear bowel friends, aren't ya!?!?

Back to the ex. My ex loved hurting himself. For real, not a joke. He didn't enjoy the pain, just the bandages. A cast was the ultimate for him...good times! This stupid asshat would limp when he had a bandage or a cast....and I'm not talking about on his legs or feet...nope...he limped when he slugged the wall and broke his pinkie! You would have thought he broke his ankle the way he was limping around! What a moron. He limped into work with his hand in a cast and as people would ask him what happened he would tell them he hit the wall....they would wait to hear what happened to his leg and the story was already long over.......they just looked at him blankly....realizing what I already knew: if stupidity was a sport....he'd be a gold-medal wearing olympian! Every judge would give the waste-of-oxygen an 11!

Extreme Stupidity....I wouldn't be one bit surprised to read that as his diagnosis on a medical chart. Talk about a dumb ass!