YOU READ ME--Admit it. I know it's painful. I'm painful. Yet, you come here. Why? And don't say to watch a train wreck, that's such a cliché, besides which everything I write and observe, admit it, you can't get enough of because then you wouldn't be coming here so often. It's an addiction.
Before we get going I had to say this. We'll get to the usual material later on.
Why are you here? Certainly a lot of you want to read the various media tidbits and insanities I bring you every day. Many of you come her, well, poke your nose in the sewer because I'm in the sewer --I admit it. And guess what? It's enlightening. It's nice to be able to say what no one else will because so many of you have your heads up the bosses ass--come one, be real now. That's what the people want to read. They are tired of the fakes, all of you. At least several of you, some of whom I know well, some I don't care to and the rest, in the middle.
The people, the broads, the chicks, the guys, have spoken. The broads get it. The men, not so much--too busy studying Darya's boobs. That's what the Bay Area media is about: studying Darya's boobs. What? You think they're listening to Stan Bunger's shit about the weather? Oh please. You think they're actually listening through the 497 minutes of penis-enhancement, Kars/Kids ads, Kaiser bullshit on KNBR? That bs Ronnnnnnn brings up every Monday with his stupid ass caller from Marin who sounds like Mr. Bullhorn? No, they're checking out Darya's boobs and the latest free Internet porn before they go off to work. That's morning media in the Bay Area. For the most part.
OK, I'm ready to go. How's your Monday so far?
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