(Published in BigBrotherGossip.com on Sept. 1, 2013)
Before
you bite my dick off and spit it out onto the floor and stomp on it
because I haven't written a Big Brother blog post in a month, let me
explain. OK? That's the least you could God Damn do. I'll be honest
with you people. I'll tell you the truth as to my whereabouts for the
previous thirty days and then hopefully you'll understand.
I was kid-napped by a band of criminal midgets who time travel. We went
all over place. We saw great historical people like Napoleon and Sean
Connery. It was nuts.
Alright, alright, I was lying just there. That was the film "Time
Bandits". I'm sorry. Let's just move past this and start fresh. OK.
I'll just come clean and we'll continue our friendship.
Anyway, I was locked inside the world famous Frankinson Fart Factory, where they make farts all day.
Fine. That was another lie.
The truth is that I got a new job and simply haven't had the time to
write shit down. But it being Labor Day Weekend and all, I've decided
to get back into the swing of things. So here's my take on a few
developments.
I think Amanda and McCrae may turn into a couple. Also, I'm pretty sure
Elissa is related to someone. Jesus, just how long have I been away
anyway?
I can't stand these unanimous evictions. This is the biggest collection
of spineless people I've seen since I was at a Christopher Reeve Clone
Convention.
I guess I'll root for Judd but if he says "J-U-Double-D" one more time
while talking about himself I'm gonna puke on my dog. Fuck it. I think
I'm gonna puke on my dog anyway so that I can put it up on Instagram.
That little Daisy David Duke broad Aaryn finally got kicked out of the
house. She kind of reminded me of a young version of Marge Schott, the
deceased Cincinnati Reds owner who threw around N-bombs like a
liquored-up priest giving out indulgences and hand jobs.
The season has lacked a lot of drama, especially on Thursday nights.
It's sad when you get more plot twists and better story-lines out of
Jeff Foxworthy's "American Bible Challenge" (a real fucking game show
that I recently stumbled upon all high an' shit. It features
three-person teams who play in a knock-down battle to see who knows the
most about the Bible. I felt like I was on acid when I saw three sassy
women who went by the name "Preachin' Divas" start high-fiving after
exclaiming "Ezekiel!").
Maybe this week something good will happen...like a large asteroid
hitting the Big Brother house. That would be a weird way to go. You're
sitting there, eating some slop, and a giant fucking space rock slams
into the kitchen and rips Gina Marie's head right the fuck off. A part
of you would have to be thinking, "Wow, the special effects for these
P.O.V. competitions have really improved. I mean, it REALLY looks like
'GM' has just been decapitated. Cool."
Shit, not even Zing-bot was good this year. I can't believe I just wrote that fucking sentence.
So enjoy the rest of the season at your own peril, ladies and gentlemen.
As for me, I just vomited on my Pomeranian. What? I told you I was
gonna do it.
- Davey Mac
"East Side" Dave
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