Edited out some vulgarity. There are children here!

What goes on in my mind at 3AM:

I'm pretty sure the world is [s]fucked[/s] screwed. Like, maybe we all wont die in a nuclear [s]fucking[/s] blaze of fire or some catastrophic earthquake or volcano. Maybe it'll be overpopulation that withers our resources away to nothing, maybe a breach in the ozone layer will fry us all to death. I don't really [s]fucking[/s] know to be honest, i'm not very learned on all these end of the world scenarios. 

So like, goldfish and insects and shit, are they actually self aware? I wonder what kind of thought process develops in an ape's mind, or a dolphin's, or a dog's. They don't have languages as we perceive them, obviously, so what the [s]fuck[/s] heck kinda [s]shit[/s] stuff do they think about during current situations. Don't dogs have very lucid dreams? I wonder what dogs dream about. 

Goddamn Otterbox is falling apart on me, all ripped up in places. Thought this [s]shit[/s] stuff was supposed to be the rubber equivalent to diamonds, [s]fucking[/s] invincible [s]shit[/s]. Hell the [s]fuck[/s] freak no it ain't.

I wonder what Spam was like in the "good ol' days". Must've been pretty cool. 

I wonder if anyone's gonna contribute to this thread or just rip on it and call me a dicktard for thinking up this crazy [s]shit[/s] stuff. Should be a fun read, regardless of any negative outcome.

Do pervert ghosts exist? Can you masturbate as a ghost? Disregard statement if ghosts do, in fact, not exist.

Mental note, try to go to bed earlier than 3AM everyday you useless lazy [s]cunt fuck[/s] human being. 

Mental note to that mental note, quit trying to stay up for 24+ hours every once in a while in a futile attempt to straighten out your sleeping schedule you [s]goddamn[/s] ignoramus [s]cockshit[/s].

I had a weird dream the other night. That's really all there is to say about that. 

Am I the only that thinks the weirdest, dumbest [s]shit[/s] stuff this late at night, moments before attempting sleep? Come forth, Spam. Spill your thoughts like shit is Vietnam and Charlie just bayoneted your fat gut, and your all sliced open by the waist. You try to stuff the thoughts back inside you, but fact is you got a 7in. wide open wound on your cheetoh crumb infested belly and thoughts are just spilling out in the mud like white on rice. Come on, Spam, I am the mud. Let your thoughts spill all over me like a grotesque pile of bloated intestines and other various internal organs.