The Angriest Pharmacist, um, fuck who am I kidding? I'm sure that you, sir, are the most entertaining motherfucker ever to become an ordained pill pusher, but I honestly can't bring myself to give a shit. Really. What is this shit? When I was summoned from the black beyond, I was really hoping for another shot at glory, but I can see that I have lost favor with the gods. Here, I'll give you the standard:
1. Your template is complete shit.
2. Your writing is complete shit.
3. Your passive/aggressive dealings with the world are, in fact, complete shit.
4. I bet you're a kickass pharmacist.
Being the Ghost of All Ghosts, I don't gamble much, so number four is pretty much me throwing you a spiritual bone. Before this review turns nasty, I want you to go find someone for me, Pharmacist. Go find the stupid asshole that pushed you into blogging. Shoot him. Twice. Then call me, and I will run over his carcass with my wife's Escalade. You've had more than two years to get your shit together, and your first post isn't much better than your last. Seriously, if your blog was a sexual position, it would be Abstinence. I'm a bit rusty, maybe, but I know bad blogging when I see it, and well, I saw your blog.
So, who missed me? Anyone? Really? Keep your mouth open, I've been dying to share something with you. Hint: It's my penis.
For the pharmacist:
Somebody clean this shit up.