Weekend Open Bar: We Must Adapt Ourselves to the Requirements of Chaos

Nature simply does not give a fuck about us, my dudes. And if you can come to accept that, and work within it, it’s sort of freeing. What’s the Grand Plan for us? Nothing. And what does that mean? Fuck if I know. But, is it all hopeless? Fuck nah! At least not for me, an Absurdist Optimist. I’ll forge ahead. What does that mean?

Some days? It means eating an entire pizza, burping my dick into my underwear, and blogging for a couple hours.

Other days? It means mowing the lawn, patting my dog, and attempting to function like a normal human.

Today? It means kicking wide the doors to the Open Bar, and inviting you fuckers to join me. I know very little about the sociopaths that run the world, and I know even less about the Cosmos. However, I do know that time is best spent amount friends and loved ones. It is best spent enjoying their company. So, with that said? Join me, fellow travelers aboard the Space-Ship Omega.

I implore all you stank-asses to participate in the Weekend Open Bar! What are you doing this weekend, as time runs down on the summer? What are you doing this weekend, as time runs down on the planet? What are you doing this summer, as time runs down on your life? How are you enjoying yourself? How are you not enjoying yourself?

Pull up a seat, pop open a collection of your favorite chemicals, and let’s spend some time.