Beach Party in February. WTF.

Welcome to my obscene blog, Milk and Cereal. This is no ordinary blog, no. This is where the future me blogs about the past. Yes, my friends, I am in the future. It is rather neat.

Lets get to know each other Past, shall we? My name is King Dave and I rule the streets of the future. I am like the King Dave you know in your time, but things are very different in the future. I cant devulge much now, but details are to come. Dont worry. What you really need to know is that I wear an eyepatch.

Why?

Because I only have one fucking eye. That is why. Dont fucking get in my business.

*Deep Breath*

Sorry. I am a little touchy about the subject. Lets move on to what is happening right now in the future. At this very moment, I am DJing a beach party in the middle of February. It wasnt my first choice, but as king of the streets, it is my job to open these simpleton's ears to music that doesnt suck. Already I have gotten requests for some slut named Shittney Pubes. Of course I refused to play the drunk cunt's request. There were two reasons:

First: She is a drunk crusty cunt who could use something worthwhile in her ears (other than cocks).
Second: This piece of shit has lost all respect from everyone. This dumb whore has on separate occasions; fell asleep in the street, pissed in the corner of a basement mid party, and generally made a fool of herself since the first moment she stepped in to my turf.
Third: Her music choices are a fucking insult to my ears. She can eat shit and die.
Fourth: She wears her sun glasses at night (so she can, so she can, keep her vision straight).

But moving on...

It is time for me to mosey on for the time being. Let it be known that I dont want to be here and 99% of these people are worthless (like many things in the future). So long for now Past...


-King Dave