What Kind Of Man Reads "JJ Solari vs You?"

The kind of man you see here. Distinctive. Refined. Well dressed. Confident in his carriage. Impressive in his demeanor. A connoisseur of fine spirits. A man who looks you directly in the eye, wondering if you might be in a mood to buy the next round. A man who wears a literacy test for you right on the front of his shirt. A man who tells you via his tee shirt all that you need to know about him by way of introduction. This is the kind of individual who comes to my blog for enlightenment and truth. This is why my blog ranks last in a world-wide list of 2 billion blogs. Guys like this. There just ain't that many of 'em. But what few ones there are are right here, right now, at this blog, and getting a snootful. Well, they're not getting a snootful from this blog. They're getting a snootful from the refrigerator. In fact they ain't getting ANYTHING from this blog. Except some privacy and solitide. And there's plenty of that. Because, nope, there's no crowds here. One reason being that everyone who is here looks pretty much like this guy. Which tends to keep the riffraff away. Which is the way we like it. So fuck you; fuck your mom; fuck your children; fuck all your relatives; fuck your dad; and fuck Obama. In fact fuck Obama first. That way when you fuck your kin they'll also get aids in the bargain. Thank you. Fuck you. Burma Shave