No fucking way, I'm a celebrity pig fuck

So this writer shithead asked me to be on his dumb Bako blog crap. I told him I don't give a fuck, that I'll never go to his fucking site. Whatever. I'm angry. I escaped Bakersfield for this? I have my buddies and we party on, but life is... fucked. I talk about pigs because I'm so pissed off about my job and going to school that I feel like my life is forever trapped in pig shit. And there's all these fucking issues too. Like, All these housing projects moved closer to the pig farm and now there is this total war going on because out-of-towners are so stupid. Jesus, you move next to a pig farm you're going to smell pig shit, what the fuck?? Why complain? ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING TO GO OUT AND CORK EVERY GODDAM PIG ASS?? CAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT. ok, I am off to drink at BW3.