Welcome To My Website
Hello, how do you do? I wanna welcome you to extravaganza! Something incredible that’s about to take place, world renowned. No guarantees on whether i’m mentally melting or not. A magician won’t reveal his magic but be prepared to be fleeced for your time. Precious time that will never see the light of day ever again like the dreams you had before the baby you had. They say time is money, I got so much time on my hands and they still had the nerve to cut the cable off. Hopefully my landlord would accept other people’s time as payment. I got a bag full of them, its next to the hamper. He accepts foreign currency as payment, that’s the real waste of time. Try putting one of those ribbons in a vending machine, the snacks would expire. He has to go exchange them himself at a bank, maybe hide them in some George Foreman grill boxes when the taxman is not around. He might be the real villain, it makes wasting people’s time not so bad after all.
About Me
I’m Manic Maniac Man and I’m a real person with a website. I’m from where the south is not the south, the turnpike is named after Ronald Reagan, the alligators are viewed through rose tinted glasses, and Football is more of a priority than the fentanyl crisis. I went to college for fine arts for a couple years, I ended up dropping out because I got tired of eating homework. I mainly focus on paintings and ink drawings, I made a couple of left handed gloves with my hands the other day as well. I like music, it’s my white bread to a crackhead. It settles me down, even though the lyrics could get out of hand. I like soda, used to take down those 24 packs of wild cherry Pepsis alone on Friday nights with cartoons on the Television during the glory days. For me, the glory days were somewhere between the death of Kurt Cobain and the last time Taco Bell used the Chihuahua in their commercial. Those days I didn’t have to pay taxes for some reason. I work 6 days a week from 6 to 6, just shows what kind of luck I have. I step in dog shit almost everyday, it’s from tenant’s backyards and not my dog’s. I rarely leave the house, only for food or work. You need food, water and shelter to survive but you still have to go to work to pay for those. Unless if this website takes off, then I don’t need to leave the house anymore. I only like video games where you can create the character, I’ll never world champion of anything in the real world so why not at least settle with a virtual version of yourself. I like comedy, makes things less serious and helps balance out the other scary stuff I watch. I haven’t watched the news ever since Chris Benoit died, it was enough to turn a boy to a man.
Purpose Of This Website
I have no idea why I have a website, I’m gonna find the person who recommended it and make sure they don’t do it again. It actually costs a lot of money to keep it running, I could be supporting a family with that money. Well since it’s up and running, might as well do something. The computer screen is the modern day television screen, it’s as close to getting on the television that a simpleton can get. There’s another way to get on the television but i’m not ready to die. There’s more to life than just studying the people on the television but c’mon, I don’t wanna be a loser my whole life. It’s time for this common man to shine, shine with success and not from the greasy cheap food that has been rationed. I think this would be a good place for me to work on some monologues but I won’t promise to not be mentally melting throughout the process. It’s not everyday that you will need to hear a monologue from a manic maniac man but one day you will. Can’t say when that will be but I’ll be ready. Walk in on me plowing somebodies’ wife like a Seinfeld episode, that monologue will be hot and ready from behind the dresser. I walk in late to your funeral, that monologue will be war ready. Out of respect, that monologue will be memorized and not read off a napkin. I’m not trying to be another man without no legacy, it’s something that doesn’t sit right with me. It’s the biggest “what if”, what if I’m remembered enough to where at least an action figure is made out of my likeness. I feel like when it’s all said and done, they’re gonna throw your body in the lake based on if you gave good monologues or not. You know the saying, “If they ain’t pissing on your grave then you ain’t doing it right”. The darn common man has to etch his tombstone and dig his hole once again, might as well write his will on this website while I’m at it. Then again, this website is only going to be up as long as I pay for it each year.