| "the true point in operation social vasectomy was to force everyone into suicide" -Curt Howard |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|03:40 pm] |
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Toob Gooblies: I pee'd all over my hands just now
ryedogg44: who is this
Toob Gooblies: pee hands
ryedogg44: who is this
ryedogg44: ?
Toob Gooblies: Petey Mc. Pissmas
ryedogg44: ur got a problem
ryedogg44: who ever u are
Toob Gooblies: I are have a problem, I can't stop peeing on my self, its been going on for hours
Toob Gooblies: Testiballs
Toob Gooblies: I like 'em small and tight and sandpapery with weird growths on them
ryedogg44: i am a dude
ryedogg44: so get the fuck out of here
Toob Gooblies: Don't be a playa hata
Toob Gooblies: Don't be afraid of being touched
Toob Gooblies: in the frightness
Toob Gooblies: Do you have crabs? is that why?
Toob Gooblies: Cuz I like sea food
Toob Gooblies: and suckin cox on the rox
ryedogg44 signed off at 3:37:00 PM. |
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| Fuck you!!! , (or) Laughing all the way to the institute (or) Life in my times |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|07:53 pm] |
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So, my SO and I went to Gonorrhea island, (The new sex shop on south street) and I bought a 2.5 million dollar, caffine powered condom. Everytime you want to have sex, you just have to clamp this baby on, and pour scalding hot starbucks coffee on your penis. The burn kinda sucks, but its ok because afterward my SO sprays my third degree dick with a fire extinguisher. |
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| Best Online quiz EVER |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|04:58 am] |
Do you dig/like stuff or shit? like, lol rofl for real dawg?
YES i LUV SHIT. RIZZLE. ALL OF ME FEEL NUTHIN BUT 1$ DICK OR PUSSY JOB. ALL LUV ARE FUBU. ALL HAVE YES YES. we BOOBS COPERATION, MANY MANTY CONCRETIONS. FASTER BUYS = FEWER SEX DONATIONS. PEPSI 4-EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 12th, 2005|08:16 pm] |
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One of these days our country's gonna wake up with a big fucking hangover. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|01:47 pm] |
The initial contact is nothing.
It is like dipping your fingers in warm water and splashing a few drops in your face. The damp feeling lingers for a second and then turns on you. It grows like brush fire. Suddenly the pain is unbearable. You lift your hands to your face in panic but its too late. Your forehead burns and pulses and those first few drops sink into your eyes as you roll around blind and frantic. Its not that you are actually blind, its that you know opening your eyes will be a disaster. You can feel the liquid swelling your eye lids shut and if you even try to open them the agony will come screaming like a fighter jet. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 5th, 2005|04:15 pm] |
If you're in college, you probably suck. To hell with you hipsters and your shitty dance parties. None of you can dance, and your mixed drinks taste like Pepper spray. I remember being at a hip party where a bunch of fuckers who were obviously "in" threw beer in my friends face. They took him out into the hallway and I followed with an empty glass bottle, just waiting for one of their ego's to orgasm. I should have thrown that bottle through a fucking window. They didn't even deserve shards of budweiser in their forehead. Maybe if it was Hurricane....
They get a half decent album and they think they're the shit. They paint like a child with down syndrome and they think they're Dali. They drink like New Hope Yuppies and think they can party. Yeah, you hipsters.... how come you're so damn hip?! Whats your secret? If I could mooch a future from the folks and take advantage of my friends and fuck like a fish and be a jack-ass clone looking mother fucker AND be that stuck up, I'd be the shit. I'd put on shitty techno and dance like a retarted duck, and still manage to get laid.
FUCK YOU PEOPLE. |
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| On a lighter note, heres what the Man of Mystery had to say: |
[May. 28th, 2004|04:01 am] |
Editors Note: Kill Whitey is not actually the name of the band, but the name of an Album released by Flesh Parade.
Mikey the Blam Blam: you should listen to more KILL WHITEY
Man of Mystery!!!: right
Mikey the Blam Blam: they are by far, the BEST DAMNED BAND IN THE UNIVERSE
Man of Mystery!!!: yeah, they rule
Mikey the Blam Blam: scratch that, you should listen to more Flesh Parade
Mikey the Blam Blam: SCRATCH THAT You should listen to something utterly wrong and insane
Mikey the Blam Blam: maybe the locust, or Arab on Radar
Mikey the Blam Blam: or just put your head inside of David Lynch's Sub-concious for an hour before you go to bed at night
Mikey the Blam Blam: And suck out his mental Mojo and get fucked up on dreams and eat your eyes out before morning.
Mikey the Blam Blam: Or just get a good Kill Whitey Album
Mikey the Blam Blam: I slit my own eye balls this time of year, but they grow back, stronger and faster too...
Man of Mystery!!!: you're bugged out |
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| Insight is Bullshit |
[May. 28th, 2004|02:29 am] |
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The word "Bullshit" gives us a much more profound glimpse of insight into human nature then Freud could ever give us with his many books, most of which were ironically full of it. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 25th, 2004|03:26 am] |
Lets go down,
Lets go down,
Lets go down to the breeding grounds
Cuz Female mosquitos have such perfect skin,
And Alpha-male apes are exempt from sin,
And Black Widow spiders breast-feed their children,
With sexually frustrated good intentions
So when simple perfume just smells so profound,
And conversation is an annoying sound
And you're looking to mate but no ones around
Just go down,
Just go down,
Just go down to the breeding grounds |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 22nd, 2004|02:21 am] |
I think this is the first time I've ever realised that I'm posting with absolutely nothing to say. Actually, theres a million things on my mind. But I'd just confuse myself with contradictions and judgement, and be a hypocrite, and drive myself into a nihilistic fit.
I began reading "The Bust guide to the New Girl Order" an awesome book from Bust magazine. I used to feel very much a "feminist" before I was turned off to the whole thing by dangerously vengeful people with no sense of humor. And its good to laugh at yourself and just to laugh in general.
A sense of humor is imperative if you're trying to honestly change someones opinion or at the very least, influence an already existing opinion. Of course some of us just argue for the sake of arguing which is a waste of time and effort and you're better off screaming at a wall because at least then you get to finish you're sentence.
well... Goodnight. I'm sorry I'm so mean. I should really just shut up. Seriously. ESPECIALLY when I have nothing to say |
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| Cryptic? |
[May. 19th, 2004|02:58 am] |
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Cowboy Butts Drive me Nuts. |
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[May. 9th, 2004|12:01 am] |
There are alot of cops outside of curts house tonight. It's starting to get to me. Its when the fuckers close in, and the rats are chewing at your brain, and you scream "I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE ANYTHING WRONG!" And thats when they attack. So keep calm... Those fuckers!
I've lost count of screw drivers, but only losers count anyway. Only the people who have to prove their not drunk keep count. Me? I'm going for full on fly into the sky and explode. So fuck counting. And fuck the cops.
And for that matter... fuck fuck... buck buck...
YES. |
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| Gender Bender |
[Apr. 23rd, 2004|04:20 am] |
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Story time with Parry:
Remembering my childhood
(This may explain why I'm insane)
When I was a little girl, (Or boy, take your pick) of about six, my two best friends lived across the street from me. They were two black girls named Alice and Jasmen. And we used to hang out all the time, Watching Shinning Time Station and what not. One day we were playing with Barbies, thats right, PLAYING WITH BARBIES, And Of course I was Ken. And his god damned head kept falling off and it creeped the mortal shit out of us all.
So I thought to myself "hey, it would really be funny to see white Kens head on Black Barbies Body!" And that was the begining of the Mad Science experiments that would plauge the plastic beauty contest role models. Soon limbs were being exchanged and all sorts of hideous mutants appeared. And soon after that I was no longer allowed to play with Barbies.
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|04:44 am] |
I took acid Monday night and drank 3 40's and finished it off with a percocet. And I was fucked up. I'm not proud of it, no, but I'm trying to explain the situation better. Maybe if you'll understand...
Anyway, Ted, Mike, and I we're finishing the insanity at 6:30 AM Tuesday morning. We were watching the sun rise and the morning un-fold on Bill's Driveway when my very random mother, very randomly walked up and said:
"Hi Michael, I have this 35mm Camera and I loaded the film wrong and when I wound the film it got jammed in the back, Do you have a use for it?"
And I was blown away.
I hadn't seen her since New Years....
I'm still blown away...
This Birthday creeped silently in and out like a Ninja. I need more ninja Birthdays. No bullshit. more ninja. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|04:35 pm] |
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Some people wonder why our universe sucks so much ass. The answer, friends, is right above us. And if you look the bastard right in the eye you're pupils will fry into ashes and you'll have two black holes in your eye sockets. Yes thats right, I mean the sun. The molten asshole beast. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2004|06:08 am] |
My 19th Birthday is lurking over my shoulder. I think its causing random violence in my mind. I'll be sitting there perfectly Ok when suddenly I'll think something like "Why don't I just smash this beer bottle and ram it into my fucking chest" or, "Maybe I should put this cigarette out in my wrist" and its kind of frightening. Now, before you either become alarmed, or just dismiss me as a weak dork, Know that I'm not bitching about how crappy life is when you're over-dramatic. I'm perfectly fine. We all have frightening thoughts that we can't control. I'm fine and I know I am. I may be a bit pissed about getting old, but once again its out of my control.
Feeling old sucks. I'm turning 19!.... JESUS... I feel cheated! Apparently this year is my sexual peak, and I think its safe to assume that I have maybe 2 or 3 years before I'm completely Burnt Out. I mean mentally/creatively whatever. WEIRD MAN... well... May as well make the best of it and deliberately try to burn myself out right? HA! I guess I should put on my Cape and my helmet and try one last assult on the forces of evil. I really wanna catch that damned mouse. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2004|06:24 pm] |
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People who think that the doors are poetic wouldn't know poetry if it pissed on their carpet. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2004|06:58 pm] |
For the life of me
I cannot seem
To keep my life
In front of me
And if I tear down the sky
With an un-grateful eye
And I see
The Heavens and Earth
For all that they're worth
And I scream
And if my scream goes hoarse
And I lose my voice
I will sigh
And I'll open my eyes
in an instant of light
And go blind |
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| Still Un-finished |
[Mar. 31st, 2004|03:21 am] |
The wind moves through the silence,
and sends shivers up old Wisahickon's spine.
And a tremble through the tree's,
along the stagnent water line.
There's an infinity above us,
and when the sun goes down infinity explodes.
Does it make you feel alone?
Does it make you feel alone?
And I hope this night will keep us all
inside eachothers child hearts eternally.
But I know the wind that sent the chills
is only in a hopeless chase of a memory. |
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| Lilac |
[Mar. 29th, 2004|05:14 am] |
Winters dead gray bones grow green in the spring
And all of the hideous little birds sing
Songs about love and having no brain
And creatures like us, we hide in the rain
In the spring... |
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