Excuse me, may I be Frank?

This blog is probably going to rock your face off for a good solid week. Then I will get tired of it and find something better to do, like read recipes for biscuits and gravy or learn new porn sites. Also, it seems it's been more than a week now (two to be exact) so I established an e-mail address for feedback. If you want to give me ideas (and by ideas I mean approval and declarations of jealousy) or that recipe for biscuits and gravy, please do so at excusememayibefrank@yahoo.com.

I’m a hypocrite. So I live vicariously through others. This goes back to me being sure that I would appear to be the better child if I had a brother or sister. Minus the whole always being wastey faced thing. Plus I cuss too much and I don’t technically have feelings, but on the positive side of things: I’m very nice, I always smell good, and I am a pseudo-intellectual. I’m also cool as shit, so there’s that.

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Excuse me, may I be Frank?

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