Art by Ralph Steadman, Subject: Hunter S. Thompson

there ain't nuthin worth writin anymore, and there sure as hell ain't nuthin worth readin. what the fuck are u doing here, anyway? be gone with u scoundrel, you're the rectum of society and you need to be wiped. i'm sorry, i'm just in a mood. you see, i'm having my period and it's extra splotchy. seriously though, there ain't shit worth writing and there ain't shit worth reading. if you managed to read all the way through this... congratulations, you just proved me wrong. bastard.