I literally have nothing better to do

Yeah, it's me, DOCTOR (and don't you fucking forget it) Roger Entwistle. Not a single one of you worthless worming weasels wised up and wound up in my summer botany course so now I have absolutely nothing to do all summer long. Hang on a second, I don't think you understand. I have ABSOLUTELY FUCKING JACK SHIT DIDDLEY SQUAT NOTHING to do ALL THE GODDAMN FUCKING SUMMER LONG!!! Thanks to your laziness and inability to learn, I will be slouching naked in my recliner with a fifth of sour whiskey and this laptop for the next three months with nothing to look forward to except passing out in a pool of vomit, possibly taking the rockstar path into the world beyond. So, since I have ABSOLUTELY FUCKING JACK SHIT DIDDLEY SQUAT NOTHING to do ALL THE GODDAMN FUCKING SUMMER LONG, I will be blogging on this blog (that has got to be the worst word in the new English language) ALL THE GODDAMN FUCKING SUMMER LONG. I don't look forward to it and I hope you don't either, but it's something we're all going to have to deal with. Just like breathing.