Before I begin the meat of this post, let me just tell you
something about my process of posting a legitimate blog post rather than an
episode of Douchebag Darrel.
When I write a post, I put the words together on a Microsoft
Word document in about thirty to forty minutes, maximum. I don’t really edit it, with the exception of
Spell-check.
That being said, my MS Word doesn’t recognize half the slang
I use on these posts anyway, so it’s a good thing I’m an overall decent speller
or else these posts would make much less sense than they do as it is.
After that, I throw in the pictures, which are pure hell to
draw, but that isn’t important to keep in mind as you read this post.
What you should keep in mind is that these are my precise
thoughts right now towards my high school graduation, and as I’m pretty much
pulling this out of my ass, I can make no guarantees as to what this post may
contain.
On a related note, I'm actually taking this post somewhat seriously.
In other words, it might not be a funny post.
Well, not funny in the sense that it’s not a sad attempt to
be funny.
