Fustercluck

2005-01-02T21:35:00.000-08:00

HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR!!!! HURRAH!!!!

Oh, and don't wear a party hat, wear a Trojan Condom and be safe.

...

Oh, and watch out for those killer tsunami's. They really catch you off guard sometimes when you aren't looking.

2004-12-17T22:30:00.000-08:00

You know what? I have this craving... this craving for pancakes. Soft, fluffy pancakes that make your mouth water. Pancakes with chocolate poured all over them. Pancakes with whipped cream and a strawberry on top. Pancakes drenched in syrup, almost dripping off the plate.

Damn, I want some pancakes.

2004-12-03T21:29:00.000-08:00

I've never really noticed how perverted music is. Do people have this urge to express their perverted thoughts through song, thus being heard through millions of radios world wide?

And I thought the priests were bad.

But it isn't just one particular music style. It's ALL OF THEM. Sure, everyone knows rap and rock have perv lyrics, but so does country, blues, polka, and even the HOLY WORD OF GOD.

Yes, those songs you sing out loud when you go to church are also perverted. Song of Songs is a prime example. "and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. I said 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.' Let your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrence of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best of wine."

I don't know about you, but I think that's why alter boys are becoming more scarce these days.

2004-11-23T06:14:00.000-08:00

My Stance on Ol' Dirty Bastard

Maybe it’s just a human thing to rush to deify the dead. For whatever reason, we seem to feel like we have the right to kick you mercilessly while you are alive but the second you die, then suddenly all is forgiven.

Look, when ODB or ol’ dirty bastard, Dirt McGirt, Big Baby Jesus or (his legal name) Russell Jones died, as a human being, that was a loss. It’s a loss because he won’t have the opportunity to grow from the mistakes that he made with his life and hopefully become a better person, but don’t start in with me about what kind of person of great character he was. The man had reportedly over a dozens kids. I have no problem with that.

Fuck all you want.

However most of those childern he didn’t take care of.

I have a little problem with that.

Unless something changed after he got out of jail on those gun charges I still have a problem with that five years later.

This man went on MTV, and with several of his kids, took a limousine to a welfare office and picked up food stamps.

This man had hundreds of thousands of dollars if not millions to his name.Somehow I doubt a bank account like that qualifies you for government assistance.That wasn’t justified when he was alive why would it be once you die?

I didn't know ODB personally. You’re not obligated because you are black to support trifling shit that black people do just to show a united front.

If something offends your sensibilities you are obligated to stand by your convictions and say something about it.

If you have children that you don’t take care of, you aren’t going to endear yourself to me because you make a funny song about “Shimmy Shimmy Shaking”.

People you need to learn how to separate yourselves from what a person can do and who a person is.

Being able to sing and dance does not make you a good human being. Being able to score a touchdown or dunk a basketball or score a hockey goal doesn’t make you an upstanding citizen.

The only criterion for judging whether or not someone is a good human being is how to relate with other human beings. And there is no relationship more crucial than the one you have between yourself and your own children.

Not taking care of the little ones that count on you to provide for safe, nurturing, healthy environment for them when you bring them into this world is something that cannot be understated as a “problem”.

Taking advantage of the welfare system, which should be for people that actually need it, going on television in a limo and picking up your food stamps not only plays into the welfare queen stereotype but it just add further fuel to the fires that say that it isn’t working and needs to be abandoned.

Now, I give ODB a little leeway, because he was a crack head after all.

Drug addicts by nature do things that are not within their normal realm of behavior.

Maybe he was so high, so often, that we never saw his normal behavoir.

But to actually call this crack head a hero, or an icon, dead or not, man, you need to find better heroes.

I know a lot of heroes have built in weaknesses, but one of them shouldn’t be his character.

2004-11-08T11:58:00.000-08:00

I am so sick and tired of the acronym "lol" that I have decided to change the meaning of it into something more... suitable.

LOL = Lick our Logs
BFF = (originally Best Friends Forever) Butt-Fucking Faggets
LMAO = (originally Laugh my ass off) Lick my ass off

...And that's all I really came up with. Credit to some random dude sitting next to me for the BFF one.

2004-09-22T15:23:00.000-07:00

Some people in this world are so stupid, they think they are smart. You know the people I'm talking about. People that act like they're the shit and know everything until you have to swat them down before their head gets too big.

There is one person in particular which I hate who happens to act like this. I won't mention his name, but he's short and the picture perfect resemblence of Eminem if he were retarded. He is a pothead, obviously, which explains a lot. I know weed isn't neccesarily a bad drug, but it makes people act so fucking stupid it's unbelievable.

The other day in the bus on the way home, my friend was doing stupid stuff, we were all laughing, etc., when he made the comment of "Potheads wish they had my natural high", or something of that nature. In turn, the above mentioned idiot started acting tuff, trying to prove himself for one reason or another. But he also made a stupid comment, and that's where he fucked up. He said "I think that people who don't smoke pot just don't know what's going on in the real world, and their lives are so boring and empty."

I didn't have a problem with the first thing he said, because everyone in this world has their own views of reality. What ticked me off was the little bit he added at the end. My life is empty because I don't smoke pot? Please, I've heard less stupid comments from my dog. Here is a rundown of my remarks versus his.

1. His life is more full because he smokes himself stupid everyday so he can go throw rocks at the neighborhood dogs with his friends everyday.

2. He gets laid more than I do.

Now these were my remarks.

1. My life is empty because of the fact that I don't smoke and I don't get laid, but let's just exclude the fact that I have been to California 3 times, Florida twice, Scotland 3 times, been to Australia for 3 whole weeks in which I saw the Great Barrier Reef, spent the night at a 250,000 acre cattle farm learning how to use a bullwhip,I saw the Sydney Opera House which is the biggest Opera house in the world, I saw the Olympic Stadium in Sydney I stayed with a foster home for a week, I went swimming, surfing, body boarding, water skiing, scuba diving, and various other native past times, I have had a total of 3 foreign exchange students live with me for 9 months at a time (except for the last one, because she was stupid too), and my parents actually give a shit about my life.

Wham, bam, bodyslam bitch. As far as I'm concerned, pot does absolutely nothing for your life. NOTHING. If someone can actually tell me what pot does for them in the long run, post it and I'll give kudos for trying.

2004-08-31T20:38:00.000-07:00

Well, this sucked. Everyone knows by now that I am the one who houses the foreign exchange students in our school. The first year I brought Alfredo over. He was from Spain. A bit of an ass, but he was an ok guy in the end.

Florian was next. He was from Germany. He was an ok guy too. Guys just seem to be like that, I think it's in the gene's or something.

Now this year, a girl from the Czech Republic came over. Wow, a girl! Yeah, hard to believe that I got a beautiful *I'm not exaggerating either* foreign girl living in my house! For a whole 9 months! But alas, I knew it was too good to be true.

Almost as soon as she got here, I could tell just by seeing her face that she was sad. About what? How would I know? Anyways, it's been a couple of weeks now. I guess I must be uglier than I thought, because she is leaving on the 5th of September.

Turns out that she misses her boyfriend back home. A 27 year old MAN. I've heard of girls who like older guys, but damn, that's a 10 year difference! Anyways, I think it's bullshit anyway. You get one chance to come to America, a chance of a lifetime, a chance to spend 9 full months here, and what happens? You get sad and go home because you miss your boyfriend.

There are just too many things in this world that piss me off.

2004-08-10T12:05:00.000-07:00

Well, whatever's left of my summer has just been shot. In the face.

I can't play my video game because my video card is so out of date that it cannot load the graphics, and a decent video card costs anywhere from 100-200 dollars, and you guessed it, I don't have that kind of money!

I can't leave this stupid house for any other reason than helping my parents in Santa Fe, which I really don't want to do... So I am stuck here in this hole until school comes with nothing to do. Just friggin' peachy :(

2004-08-01T15:07:00.000-07:00

Oooo, I'm updating! Yay! (Hears the silent sound of crickets chirping).

I paid for another 3 months of dance lessons. I've just been learning the basics so far, but I've seen how complicated some of this shit can get. Maybe if I continue this I'll be in some stupid movie dancing to 60's rock and roll.

Anyways, I've been reading a lot of web comics lately, because I'm a nerd like that. I found some of the most hilarious shit I've ever read though. But to view it, you need to have a good understanding of the world, a lot of self control, and a sick sense of humor. Not to mention a tolerance for crudely drawn dipictions of the writers love life. All in all though, it was one of the funniest series I have ever read.

Well, I'm gone, maybe I'll update in the next week or two.

2004-07-17T18:00:00.000-07:00

Okay okay, I know you've all been bitching for me to update *not really, only one person really cares* so here it is.

Summer's been going pretty slow, but it sucks because now it's almost over. When June ends, summer is officially coming to an end. I know we have about 2 months after June before we have to start school again, but all you can think about during July and August is school. So it seems like it's just around the corner.

I'm trying to pass the rest of the summer by taking some classes. I've been taking dance lessons for about a week now. I feel a little bit more confident in my uber skillz now, but I still feel clumsy and off-balance when I do dance. Oh well, I'm a loser, I'll get over it.

Some of the things I've been hearing about on the news lately have made me laugh *mostly because I watch Jon Stewart for my news resources*, but especially stuff about Dubya and all this War on Terror bullshit. I'm sure you've all heard about the shit that said that the CIA was wrong in their information about the WMD's in Iraq. What most of you didn't hear is that the agent that collected that information was codenamed *Curveball*. I guess he was better than Agent Horseshit.

Anyways, I'll try and update this thing more often.

2004-06-16T19:46:00.000-07:00

Been gone for a while and haven't updated this blog for some time. Sorry for that, I'll try and update more often.

Been working at my old house in Santa Fe almost every day now. It's about an hour and forty-five minutes to drive out there, so summer has been kind of hectic. I'm glad I don't have a girlfriend to worry about. By now she would probably have a boot shoved so far up my ass that my eyes would be popping five inches out of my sockets. Summer is my time, and I'm so glad I'm not part of all this girl trouble business. If I wanted girl trouble, I would have stayed in school longer. That's what school is for, all of our adolescent troubles that don't really mean anything. Summer is a time when I get to do whatever the fuck I want to do, stuff like... sleep. Yeah, sleep is good. In fact, it's so good I usually wake up at noon everyday (unless I'm going to Santa Fe to go work).

Ooo, and I'll do you one better. I'm getting paid to work in Santa Fe, but I don't have a car, which means I don't have to pay all of those expensive gas prices! Whoopy! More money for me, so ha. Ok, enough of my mindless rantings, go get on with your life.

2004-05-31T14:37:00.001-07:00

We went to Albuquerque yesterday and went to Uncle Cliffs for the day. Haven't been there for a while. I forgot how much our state needs a real theme park. Wouldn't it be so cool to have like a *Six Flags over the Land of Enchantment* here? Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, that way you can build the biggest and baddest roller coasters anyone has ever seen in their lives. Maybe it's just me, but I love big roller coasters that make your stomach jump out of your mouth when you go down the hill at 80 mph.

Cliffs only good ride is probably the Rattler. The only redeeming value of that WHOLE amusement park is that new woody they built.

We did go to Papadeux's for dinner though. I love the food there. So friggin' awesome. 10x better than the Steaksmith in Santa Fe, and it's about 40 bucks cheaper to eat there too. Yum... Papadeux's...

2004-05-29T19:58:00.000-07:00

Our cat is an evil bitch. Seriously, Noodles (our cat, duh) is by far the evilist cat we have ever had. She had her litter not too long ago, giving birth to 5 kitties. This was about 3-4 weeks ago. Now they are starting to walk around, explore and all this other junk. We keep them in our toolshed, a handbuilt toolshed at that. Those kitties should be honored. Anyway, they have been in there for a while now, but we realised that it gets REALLY hot inside that thing. So we cut a hole in one of the windows (plastic windows) so they could get a little ventilation. This is where the shit hit the fan.

Everyone knows how mothers are with their children. Either they are overprotective, or they just don't give a shit. Our cat is the former, and she really doesn't like us housing her kittens. I don't know why, I don't make the rules. Well, when we got back from Santa Fe today, all the kitties were gone. Nowhere to be found. My mom and my brother started searching around. Took them about half an hour to an hour to find em'. Turns out that Noodles had dragged them out of the house through the hole we cut in the window. We found them on the other side of the ditch (aseycia... I don't know how to spell it, but it's a little river that you irrigate your crops with) in a thicket of bushes that just happened to be lined with poison ivy.

I swear, I'll get that bitch back. Right after I take a shower...

2004-05-28T17:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm going to give you peeps a link to the video of Nick Berg being executed.

Here it is

***GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING***
There is a reason they banned this video from TV. This video is extremely graphic and disturbing. Watch at your own discretion.

2004-05-28T17:18:00.000-07:00

I recently received an e-mail from a woman named Lela Jenna, where she made fun of the size of my penis. Even though my penis has never met Ms. Jenna, she still had the audacity to write this:

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At first, I was hurt. "What's wrong with the size of my DICCKY?" I thought to myself. "No woman has ever made fun of my length, nor my girth."

"At least, not to your face," added my ruthlessly cruel self-esteem.

Just as few women are happy with their breasts, I think most guys are unhappy with their penises, which is why they beat them so often. And we wouldn't be receiving up to forty "penis enlargement" e-mails a day if there weren't so many guys buying these solutions. So I thought to myself, maybe if I actually buy these PP pills, maybe they will start leaving me alone? Who knows, but more importantly, who cares?

2004-05-26T21:24:00.000-07:00

I am so tired of hearing people apologizing publicly for saying things that were either true or should have flown right under the radar. I swear ever since Janet Jackson ’s booby…
There have been a few things mentioned in the press recently that were quickly recanted due to public pressure that have bothered me.
First there was when Denver Nuggets' Francisco Elson told reporters that he thought it was pretty "gay" for Kevin Garnett to be tickling his balls during the previous night’s basketball game.
"You don't do that. That's gay on his part. I told him that he was gay too for touching me in my private parts."
Then "gay sports fans" allegedly complained to the Denver Nugget's front office and the next day Elson issued this statement. "I would like to apologize to the gay and lesbian community for my comments about Kevin Garnett ," the statement said. "I realize my comments were insensitive and they were out of character for me. However, I take full responsibility, and I have learned a valuable lesson."
My problem is this, in my opinion it is gay to touch a man on his balls.
If that isn’t gay, then what the fuck is gay? So if you are a gay man what are you upset about? He didn’t say anything derogatory about homosexuals. He simply said intentionally touching my cock in the middle of a friggin basketball game is pretty gay. That is a factual statement.

2004-05-20T15:13:00.000-07:00

Ah jeez... where do I start? I know I haven't updated this site in forever, and I know no one ever visits these sites anymore. But I just have to post about this.

Everyone has heard about the video al-Qeada sent us where they decapitated the U.S. contractor Nick Berg. They never showed the video on TV because it was too graphic. Well, it isn't that hard to find on the net, so out of sheer curiosity I went and checked it out. Now,I've watched things like Faces of Death before, which are pretty damn graphic, but nothing really affected me like this video did. They start out giving some random speach no one can understand. Then they make Nick say out his name, his family members' names, his friends names, where he lived, everything. Then there was some screaming, and then they pushed him down to the floor and sawed, not chopped like in the movies, they sawed off the poor dudes head with a dull 12" knife. Over Nick's screams they were shouting "God is great!" and a bunch of other bullshit. After about 30 seconds of sawing, they ripped the rest of the head up and held it up at the camera, with the guys eyes still open, staring at you, scaring the living fuck out of you. I almost chunked it all over the computer right then. I couldn't deal with that shit. This is too much, my mind can't handle this. al-Qeada is whack like PETA is whack. They can't make things better by making things worse first. It doesn't work that way, you fucking twats.

All in all, it sucked. Really bad. Really, REALLY bad. But I'm not sure what's worse, this or the poor Iraqi prisoners we are torturing. This is getting way out of hand. Shit has hit the fan, and it is only going to get worse before it gets better.

2004-04-22T18:24:00.000-07:00

Okay, here's the thing. I've been hanging out at Random Forums for a long time now. It's a great place, and I advise you sign up for it. I know, I know, blah blah blah, "I don't want to sign up for another friggin' forum!". Well, this one is much better. It has about 300+ members, and even an automatic response robot you can talk with. They also have arcades there too, and it is a lot better than my forum. Check it out if by some chance you read this.

2004-04-15T09:11:00.000-07:00

Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--
yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

- Allen Ginsberg

2004-04-09T16:02:00.000-07:00

Since the bible isn’t the word of God anyway but simply inspired by God (how many of you knew that?) I think all of us should have a chance at adding little things here and there to the bible that have been inspired by God.
Like for example, I’ve got a new scripture for your bible.
”Tis better to be illiterate than to be unaware of how much of an idiot you are and take what you readith literally.”
Amen.
If you like that one get back at me I have more.
A jailed man in Texas, the land where you can be acquitted of murder on the grounds that you believed God told you to do it, because as we all know, there is never a good reason to disobey God, has removed his own eyeball out with his bare hands to avoid going to hell.
Evidently, when police entered his cell and saw him holding his eyeball in the palm of his hand he looked up at them with his good eye and quoted the verse Mark 9:47: "And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out. It is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into hell."
So after killing and cutting out the hearts of his son, his estranged wife and her daughter from a previous relationship he pulled his own eye out with his bare hands to avoid going to hell for his sin.
We’ll see how well that works out for him.
He can forget about hell for the time being, at least the literal one. He is hell bent on spending the rest of his life in a figurative one.
I would think that pulling your own eyeball out to avoid going to hell is at the very least an admission of guilt don’t you think?
Good luck telling a jury that you are innocent after pulling your eye out to avoid going to hell for the crime you are being charged with.
Being a public defender sucks.

2004-04-06T21:28:00.000-07:00

I'm posting something, but not here. If you want to read it, go to Shootin' The Shit on the message board.

2004-04-05T19:02:00.000-07:00

I'm too lazy to update this site... I'm tired... I don't want to write a 5 paragraph piece of crap story on how my weekend went, because no one truly cares how my weekend went. I'm bored... I'm going to go kill some people in a violently unrealistic way with either a USAS 12, an AK - 74u, or a wooden paddle... or my fists if I'm feeling up to more button smashing.

2004-04-02T21:58:00.000-08:00

Had a conversation with a friend. Men have always wondered why women take so long in the bathroom. Well, she answered our questions, and here are the top 10 reasons why women take so long in the bathroom:

1. Our clothes are typically more complicated to remove and re-apply than men's clothing. Our clothes have stubborn zippers that zip on the side or in the back. And God forbid you walk out of the stall with the back of your skirt or dress tucked into your pantyhose.

2. Have you ever tried to put on pantyhose in a hurry? Ever tried to take them off in a hurry? 'Nuff said.

3. We have to wipe. Most men shake. If we tried to "shake" we'd hurt ourselves and make dents in the stalls.

4. When using public potties, most women opt to "hover" rather than make contact with the seat. And not many women are fond of "paper ass gaskets."

5. When hovering, it sometimes takes a few minutes to "summon" the pee, unless we have to go REALLY bad. In this case, it sometimes takes a second or two to get comfortable enough while hovering to open the flood gates.

6. Yes, we do sometimes perform beauty rituals in the bathroom. A touch up of the lipstick, a dab of powder on the nose, or a quick brush or fluff of the hair. But we must do this because you were so kind to point out that huge zit we so desperately tried to hide.

7. Sometimes we talk about you while we're in there. And believe me, the conversations can be juicy! (This is why women potty in pairs.)

8. Since most men think the idea of women farting is gross, sometimes we have to go in the bathroom to fart. And as someone mentioned in an earlier thread, you can be sitting at the dinner table and be on the verge of exploding but get up to go to the bathroom to fart, and the urge completely goes away when you touch the bathroom door.

9. We wash our hands. We know that toilet paper isn’t made of Kevlar. When we’re going to eat and we have to pee, we wash our hands. We highly recommend this behavior to you so that you won’t mix smegma with your mashed potatoes.

10. If the bathroom is really nice, we sometimes admire the decorum and think of ways to con you into purchasing decorating items so that our bathroom at home will look as good if not better than this bathroom.

2004-04-02T21:05:00.000-08:00

Somebody has a great sense of humor:

2004-04-01T19:09:00.000-08:00

There is a phrase that I never really quite understood until I gave it a lot of thought.

The phrase is (guys only), *I'd give my left nut to sleep with her*

Why would any guy in his right mind ever give up a nut to sleep with a girl, no matter how beautiful she is. It's ludacris. Speaking of which, it can work for girls too, but instead of nut, replace it with tit, or breast.

But why? I thought about it and the first conclusion is a rather obvious one. You only have 2 nads. Which in short, you would only be able to get laid twice. TWICE. Knowing me, those life lines would have been flushed down the toilet a while ago.

The second conclusion was a positive one however. Think about it, if you don't have any nuts, you wouldn't ever have to worry about having kids. What's better, your nads produce the sperm CELLS, not the actual batter. So you would still have the freedom of pulling the trigger on your squirt gun where ever you please. Now you ask *What if we WANT to have kids?* It's easy. You get a doner. Hell, these days you can practically have a customized kid. Want a pretty girl with natural red hair? You got it! Want a kid with small ears? You got it! Want your kid to be black? You got it!

So you see, you win both ways. Though I hope condom companies like Trojanez don't find this page. I might just put them out of business.

2004-03-30T19:09:00.000-08:00

What a day. That's all I can say, seriously.

How to start... let me see. Well, my parents are involved in this child services something or other, and we take care of kids for a little while at a time. Usually anything from a day to a week. Well, on Friday, we got this 11 year old girl named anonymous (because of some stupid GERMAN DUDE.) Seemed to be a nice enough girl, but I didn't really talk to her or anything. She seemed to get along fine with my brother and all, everything seemed peachy keen. But that is what it was, a fuzzy peachy outside.

Tuesday morning... ok, it wasn't really morning, it was like, 11. I woke up and my Mom greeted me with a "Guess what?". Strange, she usually showers me with cute cuddly baby words. I went with it. "What?" I replied. "Child Services called today, they said they found Anonymous with the possesion of a bunch of our stuff" she said.

At this point, after rubbing the cheese out of my eyes, I replied with a mumbled "What?"

Yeah, she stole from us after we gave her a home for the time being, trying to make a difference in someones life. Sounds corny, but fuck you and your opinions.

Anyways, it turned out she found one of my emptier CD pouches and stuffed with 28 of my CD's. She stole my brothers' Gameboy. Stealing these things seem understandable, since they have some sort of value. But she stole much more than that, and you wouldn't even begin to believe what she stole. She stole soap, hair conditioner, a magazine, ink pen refills, a pack of pencils, my brothers' diary (yeah, he has a diary. He's 9. What the fuck?), and who knows what else. We stopped at the child services department after we filed a police report. Her mother and her older brother were there. They handed us the stuff as she began to recite her well thought out excuse. "I don't know how it got in there." Right, and Mel Gibson isn't really a Jesus Freak. The thing that really got me is that she had no remorse while her mother made her apologize to us. She was just a future 14 year old whore who is going to sleep with old men for free just so she can steal their junk.

Maybe she was a klepto? I don't know why else she would steal this shit. How can you steal from somebody that tries to help you? I can't understand this. Good thing she had her parents there or I would have had to slap some sense into her. Oh well, no biggie. Though we did resign from our Child Services duties. No more of this crap.

2004-03-29T19:12:00.000-08:00

I have had reasonable doubt to believe that people are still afraid of books, post WW2 Nazi book burning era. I mean seriously, who takes books seriously now days? I know I sure don't. I'd kill myself before I started taking Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings seriously. I think just about anybody would, until now.

Willmington, North Carolina. There, the daughter of the Hartsells' family brought home a book from the library about a Prince who in turn, falls in love with another Prince. After sorting through millions of eligible bachelors (who doesn't want a Prince?), Prince Bertie falls in love with Prince Lee. They get married and share a kiss at the end of the book.

Awww... How ickily romantic! But still, nothing wrong with it. Her father dissagrees.

"I was flabbergasted" says Michael Hartsell. "Our child is too young to understand the meaning of that, especially when it is against our beliefs."

So… what he means is that his child is young and open minded enough that she might think it was nice the two princes ended up happy together instead of “understanding” why it's an abomination. God, it might even make his daughter become a lesbian! Those homosexuals are so sneaky, slipping their filthy lies into children's stories.

Well, they would have if they knew their history a bit better. Hundreds of Princes would do their thing with the pre-determined Queen, set her aside and return to their stud. Didn't these people see Braveheart? Shit, even Richard the Lionheart and his French counterpart, Phillip Augustus , had a thing for each other. That's real life – not necessarily yours or mine, but it's real nonetheless, and wishing it wasn't so isn't going to change the truth of it.

This family is so upset with the book, they will not return it to the library so they can prevent the horrible nastiness from spreading like a disease.

My question is, why do these people get so upset about the littlest of things? I never saw anyone protesting against DIY bomb assembly books out in the public. They just curled up into a ball and hid in a dark little corner trying to ignore it.

2004-03-28T19:58:00.000-08:00

Ok, here's the thing. People say that the message board sucks. For a good reason too, because there is nothing on it.

Let me educate you about message boards a little. They are a lot different from these cheap blogs. Not only one person is supposed to post on it. The whole community is involved. Everyone posts, everyone starts topics, everyone comments on those topics. It's kind of like a chat room, but a bit different.

The reason nothing is on it is because no one visits. And if they do, they don't bother to leave anything behind. I can be the sole occupent of the site, it's a team effort. I can't be the only one posting until there is enough topics to make everyone else interested. It's your responsibility too. You're responsible for bringing in the interest to the message board people! Let's hop to it!

Hopefully Marc will put up something on his page with a link...

2004-03-27T20:31:00.000-08:00

Uhg... I'm tired. Today I woke up at 5... was out the door by 6... and in Los Alamos by 8. I had a singles tournament I attended today. It was fun and all, but it sucked at the same time. Let me fill you in.

I already told you that I woke up at 5... and that really sucked. I took a nap in the bus for 2 hours... that kicked ass. I put sunblock on so I wouldn't die of skin cancer... that sucked. The boys were playing in a different court from the girls, so I wouldn't be able to look at all those short, frilly miniskirts... that sucked. My first match was a bye (the guy didn't show up)... that kicked ass. Because my first match was a bye, I was automatically in the Semi-Finals... that kicked ass. Match match didn't start for another 3 FRIGGIN' HOURS... that sucked. I waited around for 3 hours watching Steven, Joe, Antoine, and Flona play... that sucked. My match finally came up, I beat it 8-6... that kicked ass. I was kicking ass... that kicked ass. My finals match was a grand total of 2 minutes after my Semi-Finals match... that sucked. I had to pee bad... that sucked. I played this geekish, tall, glasses wearing punk... that sucked. He was ahead 2-5... that sucked. I nailed him square in the chest with a tennis ball going at around 40 miles an hour... that kicked MAJOR ass. He got pissed and didn't like me anymore... that kicked ass. I lost... that sucked. Joe lost his finals match... that sucked. Rachel lost her finals match... that sucked. Reina (I don't know if it's spelled like that) won the finals in her division... that kicked ass. We went back to Santa Fe, I slept in the bus... that kicked ass. We ate at Furr's... that sucked (They didn't have any mushrooms!). We went home... that kicked ass. I'm tired... it sucks. I wrote about my entire day with single fragmented sentences... that sucks.

People don't visit our Message Board... that REALLY sucks.

Go visit our message board!

2004-03-26T20:02:00.000-08:00

Guys... go check out the message board, I'm serious about it!

2004-03-24T23:18:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone, check it out. I have come up with a more efficient way for all of us to communicate; a Message Board! This is a shared project between me and The Wise Man. Here is the address to the site. Please visit our message board, it would be greatly appreciated. I am trying to move all comments to the board instead of under here. It is more efficient. And the best part is, any registered member can post just about anything they want! So you too can share your stories, views, opinions, and just plain randomness with everyone. Just go to ezboard and sign up. It's free, and it's also the only way you will be able to post on the board! Go check it out, as me and Wise Man are really hoping that our board will be a good site to visit in the future. I will also be adding a link under the LINKS sections of my website (they're on the left, in case you're blind). Other than that, enjoy our new effort in becoming cool and popular! *just kidding*.

2004-03-24T23:09:00.000-08:00

I'm going to write about my addiction that took me months to get over. This addiction was a very scary experience for me, and will haunt me for the rest of my life. This really changed my views on drugs, rehabilitation, and how some people just can't live without it. I mean, I felt like I was such a.. I don't know, it's hard to describe what I felt. I felt like I had lost touch with the world, like nothing else mattered except for my addiction. That's all I cared about, nothing else mattered. Friends, family, anyone, I could care less. My friends could leave me, hate me, destroy my property, I didn't care. As long as I had "it", I was ok and perfectly content with everything. Bush could go to war with invading forces from Mars for all I cared.

I'm talking about the evil, dreaded, and feared EverCrack

For those of you who don't know what EverCrack (Everquest for those of you who don't know) is, it is an online fantasy role playing game with litterally hundreds of thousands of users. Around 800,000 last time I checked. Anyways, this game is very, very, super ultra uber addicting. I kid you not. Just to give you a little taste on how addicting this game can be, I'm going to tell you a story.

There was a guy (I'll just refer to him as this because I don't remember his exact name) was once addicted like I was. Though this was long before I ever bought the game, the addiction was the same. This guy was totally obsessed with the game. He quickly lost any social status he had. He began to play the game regularly, and then it went beyond that. This guy would wake up at 6 in the morning, and go to bed at 2 in the morning. He played every day. He soon dropped out of college so he could play the game more. He would stockpile food in his room so he wouldn't have to frequently go shopping. He stockpiled so it would usually last him a month. It got to the point where he hardly ever left his room. Sometimes you could get a quick glance of him when he had to use the restroom, but that was the limit to his performances. The world had lost all contact with this guy, until one faithful day. It was Thanksgiving and his family decided to go to his house this year. This guy didn't care much for Thanksgiving, just another day to play EQ. Well, this day WAS different. He logged on only to find everything was gone. All his hard work went down the drain. Something happened to him. His mind basically snapped in two. He went crazy. He pulled out a 9mm, shoved it in his mouth and shot himself in the head with his whole family watching.

I felt like this guy. I felt obsessed with the game, I just couldn't stop playing it. There was so much to it, the lore was so fascinating, the roles you played were amazing, the interactivity between people was unimaginable. I slipped into a void, an endless maelstrom of nothingness. I had lost it, I was hooked. One day, I too snapped, but not in the same perspective. I got bored with it. Just like that. I was so completely obsessed with it for so long that it amazed me. I thought my mind was playing tricks with me, so I forced myself to play. It didn't work. I just sat there like a stump, staring blankely at a pixelated wall for 2 hours. I canceled my subscription and never gave it any second thought until now. I hate that game. In the 9th grade, 1st semester, I used to be skinny. A hell of a lot skinnier than I am now anyways. All that time sitting in a hot leather computer chair had taken its toll. I became fat, lazy, and uninterested in sports. I hated it. I hated myself for it. I used to kick holes in my wall, break chairs, and cry myself to sleep after this. I couldn't stand what I had become because I changed so dramatically that I didn't even recognize myself. I got so fed up with it that I just had to do something. I bought DDR which was a great start. It got me moving again and I think I even lost 5 pounds with it. Next, tennis came around. I love tennis, always have, always will. This leads up to now, writing about my stupid addiction to the most feeble of things. I hope I never do drugs. This includes pot. If a video game could get me that far, I quiver at the thought of anything I could get addicted to.

So there you have it. Addictions are the worst possible things that can ever happen to someone, no matter who they are.

2004-03-24T20:13:00.000-08:00

To quote what a Wise Man once said...

"Kids these days, they have no respect. You give them books and a donkey to go to school, and what do they do? They stand on the books and fuck the donkey."

"I am not paying a prostitute for sex, I am paying her to leave."

2004-03-24T09:34:00.000-08:00

For too many people being “on God's team” means being as obnoxious as humanly possible about it.
There is nothing wrong with being proud of what you have but there are limits to everything.
I am proud of my cock but you won't catch me wearing pants where my shit is just hanging out of the front.
Do you know why? Because that would be obnoxious.
In fact, being obnoxious about what you're proud of often comes across like you are trying to distract people from paying attention to something else.
Grandstanding Jesus freaks operate on the same principle.
The more fervor I come across as having it may just distract attention away from some other aspect of my life that I want to go unnoticed.
Thank God most people that identify with being Christians in the 21 st century are what I call lunch wagon (insert religion of choice here).
These are the religious people that act like their religious dogma are entrees on a buffet table and they just pick and chose what they want to accept and leave the rest for someone else.
Self-proclaimed Christians nowadays still believe in Jesus Christ but that doesn't mean that they aren't open to other perspectives on things.
There are Christians all over that believe in Karma and Reincarnation and whatnot.
They didn't get that from the bible.
They believe in heaven and hell but they also believe that being condemned to hell has a lot more to do with the content of ones character than whether or not they had premarital sex or attend Sunday mass.
They didn't get that from the bible either.
And although I truly believe these lunch wagon religious folk make up the vast majority of those who claim a religious affiliation there are still those old school, the wearing my cock on the outside of my clothes type, religious freaks that still cause a lot of grief for people.
A woman was fired from her job because her employers wanted her out of the office before the Christmas season because “her mere presence in the workplace would ruin her co-worker's holidays.”
She was member of the Baha'I faith and if you know anything about the Baha'I faith you know that they take the approach to this problem of multiple manifestations of God that all religious figures are equally authentic messengers of God.
Well according to her co-workers “that was not Christian enough”.
I mean God damn, she acknowledged that Jesus was a manifestation of God didn't she?
What else do you want?
Co-workers repeatedly told her that they were praying for her soul as they dismissed her and her office manager actually gave her a framed picture of Jesus to hang on her wall.
The lawsuit she filed claims that her actual termination noticed contained a letter from her supervisor that read, 'Realize why Jesus came. Recognize his Holy Name. Receive Jesus Christ into your heart. Rely on Jesus everyday.'"
Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 prohibits discrimination in the terms and conditions of employment based on religion in companies with 15 or more employees. The Tennessee Human Rights Act prohibits religious discrimination for employers with eight or more employees.
So they are fucked any which way you want to look at it.
I know I know, this anti-discrimination based on religion law is yet another evil liberal tool to keep religion out of the workplace just like those heathen liberals did to the public schools and public parks and the federal court house steps with that nice little ten commandments thing we built…damn liberals.
You know it was only 37 years ago when states were allowed to discriminate against interracial couples getting married on the grounds that it was considered bestiality.
Nowadays I don't even think Dubya would agree that interracial marriage is wrong in the eyes of God.
At least I hope he wouldn't. I doubt he knows many black republicans that aren't married to white women.
But nevertheless that was the conservative tune they were playing 37 years ago much like the "homosexual marriage is wrong in the eyes of God" tune they are playing today.
In other words, conservatives tend to be a little slow to come around.
Well the reason liberals are always on yours ass is because society doesn't always have the luxury of giving you 37-40 years to come around and catch up to the rest of us.
We are tired of hearing you and Trent Lott and the rest apologizing today for what you believed in 40 years earlier.
So if you don't understand why religious discrimination or discrimination based on sexual preference is wrong today, trust me, you may in a few decades or so.

2004-03-23T18:45:00.000-08:00

I've been reading some pretty hilarious shit this past weekend, and I thought I'd ask you people the same questions.

Age old question. Pornography, right or wrong? And explain yourself, don't just put yes or no, because that indicates that you cannot think for yourself :P

2004-03-18T09:17:00.000-08:00

Bwahahahahahahaha...
Ok, I read this article, and I just have to share it with you guys on how religion fucks with your mind.

A man dressed in all black recently entered a Jacksonville , Florida Domino's Pizza restaurant and opened fire on the staff. One employee was shot several times in his face and abdomen as the other employees ran for cover. The shooter then told the employees he would be back and left the scene. The victim, David Harrison , is in a local hospital listed in critical condition.

Sounds pretty sick right? Well, it gets better.

The assailant was 35 year old Timothy White , who was a six year employee of that same Domino's Pizza restaurant. He was arrested at a nearby church before he could make good on his vow to return to the scene. White, who had no prior arrests, did not ask for any money, ruling out the possibility of a robbery. Police also ruled out his being disgruntled because according to the employees, he got along with just about everyone. So what made White decide to open fire on his co-workers? Well, according to friends, White was described as being "a born-again Christian with an unusual preoccupation with zombies and vampires."

A super Christian with an unusual obsession with the occult? Oh shit. You don't have to be Ann Rice to see where this is going. Police found a sawed off shotgun, three pistols, and a knife taped to White's chest upon his arrest. White later confessed to police that he was a vampire slayer who was out hunting vampires. He also told them that the reason he shot David Harrison several times was because "he looked like a vampire" to him.

You see what happens when you mix addictions? It killed Elvis, John Belushi , and now possibly some Nosferatu looking pizza guy. This just adds credence to my theory that, like drug addicts, Jesus freaks should be confronted, provided with treatment, and monitored at all times before they have the chance to hurt themselves and/or others.

Ironically, White had no crucifixes or wooden steaks on him at the time of his arrest, which is odd because everybody knows that bullets don't kill vampires. Wooden steaks for vampires, silver bullets for werewolves. That's like, elementary school slayer shit. White also must have been unaware of the fact that vampires are allergic to garlic, making the whole concept of them being employed at a pizza restaurant highly unlikely. He's got to be the most misinformed vampire slayer in the history of the world. Buffy ought to kick his ass just on sheer principle.

This is just plain stupid. People are getting into religion WAY too much and it is getting other people hurt. I mean jeez, who's better off? Them or all the serial killers in the world? I'd say the super Christians are far more dangerous because of the simple fact of there are so many of them.

2004-03-15T21:02:00.000-08:00

I'm going to be talking about past experience here, so don't give me any shit.

I was talking with this girl, real nice, real pretty, real smart girl. We talked for a long time, we really opened up to each other. I even talked about my past with her, the days before I was 5, which is really a touchy subject for me. She shared her hardships with me as well, and everything was going just dandy. I thought I had a chance, you know? Well, turns out I didn't. A couple of days later, she meets this new guy *not really a new guy, but she had never met him before*. This guy was a real fuckstick, stupid, arrogant, and retarded as hell. 2 days after that, they started going out with each other. What the fuck!? Goddamn. I had invited her into my room and everything, we were sitting on the bed no less! *this is where we talked and really expressed ourselves to each other*. I really thought I had a chance with this girl, I really did. But it turns out she didn't care for me at all in that way. Turns out I was more of a "brother" figure to her. This guy was living in the room next to me, they met each other 5 days earlier, and she was already in there doing who knows what with him. We stopped talking after that, she never even gave me a second glance.

I guess this whole incident is what turned me into the asshole I am today. The one who doesn't believe in love *the real kind, the kind you have to "fight" for*. I just lost all hope in ever finding the right person. I witnessed, first hand, how even the most intelligent of people can fall for asshole gig.

2004-03-15T19:17:00.000-08:00

I would like to think during my brief existence I have obtained some worldy experience. However, I still haven't been able to figure this out.

Why do nice guys finish last?

I can be totally sweet, sincere, and caring, and have someone not even want to give me the time of day. Yet if I am arrogant, narcisstic, spiteful, and insensitive they invite me to read it off their bedside alarm clock. Its almost like the more of an asshole I become the more attractive I get.

This can't surely be right? I resent having to run into a phone booth, rip open my shirt and become "Asshole Man" just in order to get anywhere.

I realize part of this is the "taming the bad boy" delusion that many women labor under. They can't all fall for this surely? Also the idea that you want what you cant have, figures into this, but I don't go trying to get Ferraris and penthouses by the waterfront, even though I want these things.

I think it's because women mistake arrogance for confidence. Women want a man who is confident and in control and they are not raised to recognize what one is. (I suspect there is almost a genetic link here). Throughout human history women have been attracted to the "Alpha" male. Mostly because women are hardwired to seek advantage for herself and her children... (Before you women's lib types go off on me read the rest of this post.) Historically before women were given the right to determine their own destiny (The advent of the pill and equal opportunity) they were tied into a mode of choosing a protector (Yeah I know I am glossing over matriarchal societies... but they were the exception not the norm.) who could provide security. This usually translated into the most aggressive badass in the hood. This shaped the western paradigm for centuries. The problem now is that gender roles are in flux from new factors. Women no longer are slaves to their menstrual cycles and have found that they can earn a living on their own. This has caused basic changes in the overt roles of the sexes in society but has NOT changed the paradigm on which society has developed. So we get a dichotomy where women want a Billy Badass but don't understand that he is no longer the "proper" man for the job. Women are just as guilty of being no neck Neanderthal as men are in this case. It goes back to the problem all people of a society suffer. It is virtually impossible to escape the basic assumptions that a society imposes. I.E. Rape, Murder and Assault are wrong. Why are they wrong? Because we assume they are... NOT because any inherent value of the behavior... But I am digressing. Essentially it boils down to the fact that women are programmed from birth to seek the most aggressive male to breed with. And that male no longer has a useful part in normal society. (Which is not to say they don't play a useful part in abnormal situations... but that is another rant.)

I think that part of the answer is also a social issue. We are bombarded with images and concepts that Billy Badass is something to aspire to. Most movies show "the man who plays by his own rules, the rest of the world can go fuck themselves" as the hero. I mean in Beverly Hills Cop, Axel Foley basically goes around being a total, argumentative, antisocial, con man but was still da man.
Probably guys fall into this trap just as much as girls. Who wants to be pals with someone who is quiet, understanding and considerate, when they could hang around with someone who kicks ass and bangs beaver until the sun goes down.

Anyway, there is clearly this attraction towards bad behavior. Is it a move against authority? Or a desire to be as free as these folk? Still searching for that answer.

2004-03-14T20:23:00.000-08:00

Since I'm such an ugly, depressed loser who can't get a girlfriend (despite the fact that I don't even try) I am now banning myself from posting anything about love (no, not that love. The Real love, the kind you have to *fight* for). So everyone of you hypocritical assholes can shut up now. You don't have to rain down your wrath of *I know what love is and you don't lol!* because I quit. I just can't seem to get through to you people of how stupid all of us teenagers are at about everything. I sound like your fucking parents telling you this junk. Oh well, life moves on, but I guess mine doesn't because I'm still a little kid who'll never grow up.

2004-03-13T22:21:00.000-08:00

Damnit, why do people insist on fighting with me? I swear to fucking God, everywhere I go, people try and fight with me. No matter what the case may be, I just seem to always be the butt of someone's joke. These people really get on my nerves. I fought with someone today, and after I was finished I went in my room and litterally kicked a hole the size of a basketball into my wall. Why can't people just accept me for what I am? They always expect me to just nod my head and agree with everything they say, or to be appologetic and understanding about everything. Well fuck that, I have my own views and opinions on things and it is really none of their fucking business. It's like all of those Jesus Freaks who try and convert you into their religion because they think that it is *the right one*. I don't know where these people get their bullshit from, but it needs to stop because I am sick and tired of it. My whole computer area smells like bullshit 'cause of these fuckers. I'm pissed now, and I'm going to bed because that seems to be the only place I can find solitude.

2004-03-12T15:22:00.000-08:00

I hate caffeine. I swear to God I hate caffeine, it is the worst substance in the world. It is like a bad drug, you get addicted to it, and it is in almost anything you digest. I love cokes, I will admit that, but I hate the fact that caffeine is one of the main ingredients in it. See, I'll tell you why I hate caffeine. Whenever I drink a coke, and then take a nap, the caffeine pumps its way through my blood stream, causing my limbs to twitch, aggravating me to no end. I'm not talking about a little muscle twitch, like the ones you get next to your eye and it kind of jitters a little bit. No no no, my limbs jerk spaztically. I was sleeping in 4th period today when I noticed my leg kept kicking the seat ahead of me, and my arm would jerk and my head would fall on the desk. It fucking sucked, I hated it because I couldn't fall back to sleep after that. I can just imagine what I looked like, randomly kicking and fighting an imaginary enemy in my dreams. Yeah, I bet that looked real cute.

Fucking caffeine.

2004-03-12T09:49:00.000-08:00

*sigh* America is turning into one big stinking pile of bullshit.

My friends blog *the one in the links if you didn't know* is running out of material to write about, so he decided to repost some of the older, better articles. Well, maybe I didn't want to read an old post, and commenting again on it. And if I did, I would go rummaging through the archives for it. I asked him why, but he just countered with the bullet-proof comeback saying *some people don't want to go through the archives*.

This is when I got pissed. Are people really that fucking lazy? I mean, holy shit. If you truly are too lazy to click on your mouse button a few times, go turn you car on, close the garage door and take a nap in the back seat and do us all a favor. Fucking lazy people take everything for granted, they think everything is going to be handed to them on a silver platter speckled with pink diamonds.

See what they went and did? Now I'm all worked up. Fucking lazy bastards.

2004-03-11T12:18:00.000-08:00

I got this new game the other day, it's called DDR Max. FOr those of you who don't know what it is, I'm sure you have seen the arcade version somewhere (The one that makes you dance on the four squares, making you look like an idiot). All I have to say about this game is.... WOAH. I friggin' love this game, it is so fucking awesome that it puts almost anything else I have ever played to shame. I spend countless hours jumping up and down sweating like a pig because this game is just that fun. I don't even mind that I'm tired, or I'm getting a workout, or that it is hard to take my shirt off afterwards because it is basically plastered to my back. This game is worth it, but don't even bother buying it if you aren't going to buy the dance pad with it because then you are just a quitter if you do. BUY THIS GAME!!! (With the dance pad that is).

2004-03-10T09:41:00.000-08:00

I love it when Jesus Freaks get their noses tweaked; I really do. I don't know why, but there is a great satisfaction I have when I see someone get knocked down because they think they are *more* right than us.

That being said, Tyler Wendell, a freshman at the University of Southern Indiana, gets my seal of approval, and the Brass Balls award for risking a severe beat down by his local chapter of Jesus Freaks when he went to a showing of "The Passion" dressed in a red devil costume.

People were throwing gummy bears, malted milk balls, skittles, m&m's, popcorn, and just about anything else they could get their hands on. Management got involved after a 75 year old woman poured a 64 ounce coke over Tylers head. They had to throw him out.

Ticket to the movie "The Passion": $8
Large 64 ounce coke: $4
Proving once again that Jesus Freaks can't control themselves among non-Freaks: Priceless.

2004-03-09T19:36:00.000-08:00

Aren't cell phones so convenient? I mean, just look at them. They are like TV was back in the 50's, it was everywhere, and it is only going to get bigger. Now you can buy them so small that you need pins for fingers to dial the numbers, they have video games for the bored person who still wants to look important, they have instant messaging, email, voice messaging, and long distance rate plans you just can't argue with. Yep, you can do just about everything with cell phones, even STALK people with them.

Today, in my 4th period, this girls phone rang. She answered it and told us that it was her stalker calling, like it was no big deal or anything. What's up with that? Did being stalked turn from cookie-cutter horror film esque scary to being romantic or what? What some of the worst parts of the conversations was when she actually disclosed information about herself to the caller who sounded like he was 20+. How gullible can you be? No offense to her, but jeez, do you want the guy knocking at your door in the middle of your night or what? I'm getting sick and tired of this bullshit, people don't stalk you because you're cute, they stalk you because they are sick, and no matter how many times I look at it, it just doesn't add up.

2004-03-08T17:46:00.000-08:00

*Sigh* Being white has so many disadvantages. Today I played tennis, for three hours in the hot, blazing sun of New Mexico without any sunblock on. Yeah, look how tough I am, I'm so tough that I'll be peeling skin off my face for weeks. I think I got sunburned... too early to tell though, but it doesn't look good. I figure I should just try and not get a tan, it is friggin' hopeless because everytime I try I end up getting burned, peeling away my chances of ever getting any darker. Second thing that sucks about being white is that everyone thinks you're a skinhead/psychopathic murderer. I get this a lot, since my eyes are always red because of my contacts and the dry weather, so everyone thinks I go smoke crack in the bathroom during lunch. Last, but definately not least, the suckiest thing about being white is it diminishes my chances of having a girlfriend greatly. People are so willing to believe the rumors of *Black/afro americans have such big juicy cocks!* that it is fucking ridiculous. Sure, they do, but that doesn't mean we don't goddamnit. That stupid rumor, coupled along with the fact of how goddamn shallow people have become in the recent years makes it almost impossible, especially in this hornball community I live in. Yeah, I know, I'll find the right girl someday and she'll be better than all of these other girls and blah blah blah. I've heard it all before, but I don't even care anymore. It isn't going to do me any good if she finally comes along when I'm 35 years old. I'm lonely NOW damnit, I don't want to wait another 20 fucking years just to find the right person.

All in all... black people have it made.

2004-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:00

I have recently rented some of the most brutal things I have ever witnessed. First off is the gruesome movie; Cabin Fever. This movie was friggin' awesome. Blood, gore, rape, sex, it had it all. I haven't seen a movie this gruesome since... 13 Ghosts. The second thing I rented was a video game for the PS2 amusingly titled "Manhunt". Since it is made by Rockstar Games, you probably can already start to imagine what the game is like. Well, I thought that too, but boy was I surprised. About 5 minutes into the game, you pick up a plastic bag. Another minute later, you read a sign, written in blood, that says "<---- Kill this dumb fuck". Well, you sneak up behind him, wrap the plastic bag over his head, and beat the living fuck out of the poor bitch. I mean litterally, blood squirts on the camera as you knock the guys skull open. Couple of levels later, you pick up a wire. Oooooooh boy. Sneak up behind some Jason Voorhees wannabe, wrap it around his neck, and litterally slice his head off. With a fucking WIRE! It makes its own little cut-scene and everything. What's more is you can use the guys decapitated head as an object to lure scum out of its hiding place, coveniently strapping the skull to your belt. I love it. It's friggin' awesome. If you are still reading this, get the fuck out of your chair and go rent/buy these two things. It is well worth the time and money.

2004-03-07T17:30:00.000-08:00

To the world, you may only be somebody, but to somebody, you are the world.

2004-03-05T20:40:00.000-08:00

Finally, a flash-based online role-playing game that doesn't have to be about goblins, wizards, dragons and bitches with DDD sized chests.

2004-03-05T20:25:00.000-08:00

This is a tribute... to the greatest and best singer in the world... Clay Aiken

JUNK!!!

2004-03-01T10:03:00.000-08:00

Why are women so hung up on when men fart? Who really cares? It's not like it's worse than burping, but then women complain about that too. I take it for granted that they are implying that they don't fart at all. Either that or they think that their farts smell like sunshine and posies. Which is not true, it is actually completely wrong. Women fart WORSE than men do. They try and be perfected and hold it in, until they can't anymore, by which time that the fart has been rotting for ages and when its rage is let loose, there is no surviving its horrible wrath. Even more so, more women are vegetarians, which means that their farts are a hell of a lot smellier, but at the same time, quiet and extremely silent. When a man flatulates, it's like Ol' Faithful errupting, a real site to behold. It is something to be proud of, and everyone around him knows it.

So women, either start imitating us, or just hold it in 'till you die.

2004-02-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

I've always followed my father's advice. He told me, first to always keep my word and, second, to never insult anybody unintentionally. If I insult you, you can be goddamn sure I intend to. And, third, he told me not to go around looking for trouble.
- John Wayne

The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
- Sigmund Freud

A gentleman will not insult me, and no man not a gentleman can insult me.
- Frederick Douglass

The only gracious way to accept an insult is to ignore it; if you can’t ignore it, top it; if you can’t top it, laugh at it; if you can’t laugh at it, it’s probably deserved.
- Russell Lynes

Just a few quotes I thought were pretty interesting.

2004-02-22T18:24:00.000-08:00

Catch my bitch up! Smack my bitch up!

2004-02-21T17:53:00.000-08:00

People can really suck sometimes, you know? Especially the ones that think that they are always right, and will pick a fight with just about anyone they think can't defend themselves. Well, to all you people like that out there, eat shit and die. Nobody cares if you are right or wrong, most of all me. But don't take me lightly, I'm not going to just sit here and take your shit, I am going to defend myself as well.

So to you all, good day.