Ryan's
a hate-fuelled
neurotic
grifter
who accidentally impaled himself on a plunger while pleasuring himself in the tub
and this is his web page. . . .
I often times sit around and think of what would be the most ridiculous tattoo a person could get. My ideas have been a tattoo of a band aid on my arm or of the Kool-Aid guy jumping out of my arm. I pity the guy with the below tattoo though, just because his tattoo isn't fiction, or me thinking of ridiculous ideas (even though it is in fact, ridiculous), it is honest to god reality. . . . What a jackass this guy is.
There are such neat websites out today. For example, if you visit Pornolize.com and type in the name of any website, it turns the site into a collection of filthy language and foul genital references. Or if you visit Ass-O-Tron.com and type in a website, you get a nice, fat ass in your face. Then again, you could be tricky and go to one of the sites, then copy the address from your address bar, and paste that into the other site. Then you'd get a combination of terribly lude language and fat asses in your face! Isn't it nice to see our modern technology put to such good use?
These dolls may very well be the scariest things I've ever seen. I'll probably have nightmares just from looking at the gallery. Jesus, that's creepy. (WARNING! Not for the weak stomached!)
Sometimes when browsing the net, you come across random articles that are gems in their own right. Just today I found one as a matter of fact, and it's titled "The Tick That Lived In My Navel."
Having problems with the ladies in your life always walking out on you? The solution to your problem might be only a phone call away, it's a YPL: Leash Your Girl.
They have websites for everything today. This one is devoted to mattresses found anywhere outdoors, all over the world. What's the point you may ask?. . . . .. Ummmmmmmm. . . . .
Well, to be truthful, I can see how this method of fortune telling could have its ups and downs. Like say if one was to have a particularly zitty ass, that would definately be a down in my book.
As a regular visitor to the strip club, I thought I knew my surroundings
pretty well. But something had been bugging me for a long while.
Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Then it hit me. The
dancing, topless girls, numbering twelve in total, all bore a striking
resemblance to Jay Leno.
I think the best way to argue with someone is whenever they make a point say "That sounds like something Hitler might say." They'll get really quiet, and you can then make a counter-point.
