GWiMMN, We're Back to the DUMB FUCKING EDITIONS AGAIN ON FRIDAY EDITION

As I pour out this latest blog post onto the internet like a hot clot of snot from a dying man's nostrils, I found myself reflecting on all the good times we've had. It didn't take long, as my high standards don't permit me to have "good times" with the kind of sick, twisted lunatic that would read this blog. I mean, you should be ASHAMED of yourself. So come on, sicko: GWiMMRN. It's all you've got:

A) The sociological concept of "essentializing"
B) The scatological concept of "ass eating"
C) The dearth of personal responsibility embodied in Super Size Me, which when translated into physical form would take the shape and size of a gnat's left nut
D) That time I wiped my ass so hard that a peanut fragment from my shit flew off of the wadded-up sheets of toilet paper and landed on the bathroom tile with a low "click"
E) The still-beating heart of the first numbnut who thought it would be a good idea to put a substance that looks very much like the stuff that shoots out of my dick onto a hamburger or a BLT
F) A ubiquitous question
G) The assological concept of "the adorable little ass hairs near Larry 'Bud' Melman's hemorrhoid-plagued starfish"
H) Sssssssssssssssssssalsa! Bbbbrrrrrooooo!
I) A new personality
J) A big, fat corncock