Welcome to the Cell




Welcome! This blog is the sequel to my hugely famous Padded Cell blog, which made me a worldwide celebrity. Sadly, I got rid of it (you know how stars are, we just tire of things) and now that I want to revive it, I can't. So you can read the posts from there if you click that little link, but all new posts are going to be here.

I figured I might as well just do it again, you know? Because I shouldn't deprive the world of my incredible talent and hilarity. But once again, be warned: my mouth is filthy, my attitude is pretty bad most days, and I say what I mean. I don't do innuendo and I don't do sugar coating. 

Also, you might not want to let your kids read this blog.

Have fun! And please, if you have any comments, post them. If you have any suggestions, email me. And if you like a post, please remember to "Like" and "Share" it. Because I'm actually not famous, and I need the ego strokes.

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