Welcome To Publishing Purgatory
Hello, how do you do and I Hope all is well. I wanna welcome you to the house of the rising sun but without the prostitution, which makes it a pretty empty mess because the house of the rising sun is just a brothel. A literal garbage man is writing this intro, being sober gives me too much time to do nothing. I don’t do drugs, just mean sober from gambling. I was betting the under on the Marlins every time and I won every time because they lose every time, it has become too suspicious. This garbage man’s room is kind of like the house of the rising sun without the prostitution. Man, it should be illegal for a garbage man to have access to a website. He can spread misinformation if he really wanted to! You don’t have to be a garbage man to spread misinformation of course. You just have to really like lying for fun. I told this cashier the other day at the hard wear store that to watch out, aids is making a comeback. Yeah, it’s making a comeback just for him. My small talk is the cock of the walk! Can’t remember if this place was supposed to be satire or not. Let’s just pretend that it’s apart of the dinner and show, just like Houdini’s death. Your telling me gut punches killed the magic man? Now if it was Elvis that died of gut punches then i’d understand. The king of rock, that fella shit rocks!
About Manic Maniac Man
I’m Manic Maniac Man and I’m a real person with a website, I also might be the king of nothing. 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. Almost all the sport teams in my area sucks right now, I feel like if they were winning more then it wouldn’t be realistic enough for me to watch. The city is shit and the teams should be shit too! I went to college for fine arts for a couple years, I ended up dropping out because the university tour was canned and I needed money. Funding was not made possible by viewers like you in this case, I have to go get it out the mud for the time being. 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 might publish a book one day, making actual coasters that you can’t read ain’t fun. I like music, it’s my white bread to a crackhead. 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 the Taxman watching through the window like men in black. 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 pay to play. 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, let me live a little. Rupert Pupkin turned out fine, if he’s the king of comedy then I’ll be the king of nothing! 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. I’m not just some ole loathing lonesome man, i’m a loathing lonesome man that gives solid monologues! 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.