Psychic Pshit Psucks

Psychics are nothing but a bunch of goddamn frauds who eat and sell shit for a living because they're too fucking lazy to get real jobs. Whenever I see an ad somewhere for one of those worthless shit-sucking, bottom-feeding psychics, it makes me wish this touchy-feely world of ours would wise the fuck up about these Luciferian assholes and ban these creepy dark-side-serving charlatans from making their dumb-fuck sales pitches. That won't make them go away but it'll certainly put a choke hold on their ill-gotten gain.

I had a dream the other night about a weak-willed guy who paid one of these ass quacks way too much of his hard-earned money for a goddamn psychic reading and then when he got nothing but predictable lying-ass bullshit in return, he shot the flim-flam fucker and burned the fucker's house down. Christ, it was refreshing not to have a goddamn nightmare for a change.

Then, just last night, I had another dream that the sorry-ass, pantywaist dead psychic's client got run over by a bus and became the roadkill piece of shit he really was. Proof of sorry-ass life. Proof of what happens when a butt-fucked mind meets a mind-fucker like an online psychic.

Well, you know where this is going. Yep. Fuck psychics and fuck all the assholes who take a piece of that shit pie by aiding and abetting the butt-fucking psychics who cheat and rob the butt-fucked public on a regular fucking basis.

They're even worse than the goddamn asswipes who try to sell you that vampire shit. Jesus, just about any redneck asshole from just about anywhere knows that vampire stories are nothing but dark shit for stupid, creepy dark-minded kids. Nasty poop pabulum for youngsters to swallow while the soul-less vendors of this creepy shit prepare doggie bags for Switzerland and The Caymans. Fuck them.

So, add psychics to that growing, dark-ass list. And, while you're at it, add all those vampire lovers to that towering turd pile, too. Their sorry-ass souls aren't worth saving. At least I'm not going to break into a sweat anymore about all the lost souls on this stupid planet. Earth is a goner, just like Mars.

OK, then, until I get good and ticked off again, have a great fall. Or, have a great spring if you're from the southern hemisphere. And, hey, don't let the bedbugs or the vampires or the goddamn psychics bite you. But, if they do, bite the fuckers back.