Ok, so I'm so fucking tired of Eminem, but this song keeps growing on me, plus the movie looks like it might actually have some potential. He just needs to learn to get over himself and quit pretending like he's the king shit badass mofo from D-town that everyone must acknowledge, and try to be an average guy with some skill. Then he'd get my respect.
Guess who got a phrase published in the Glossary of Perversion! That's fuckin right, I did! Go to this page in the glossary and look for "SNE", then look who it was sent in by. Hell yeah it was sent in by Ryan from Michigan. That's me fuckers! They even sent me a bumper sticker. Where's yours at? Yeah, that's what I thought. . . . . .
Ok, so I like dogs. Some dogs are cool as hell. So why is it so funny to see a dog being kicked? Maybe it's because I know it's not real, so it's fun to watch. Or maybe it's just damn funny to see a dog get booted, plain and simple.
If anyone out there has a Hotmail address (which only everyone, and their fucking grandma does) be careful opening e-mails. If you receive any e-mails with a file size of either between 40 and 42k, or 138k, just delete the message without opening it. Also, you're probably gonna have to check your mailbox quite often here for a while, cuz if you're anything like me, you're account will get filled up with these viruses on a nightly basis. Ok, so now, if you send this virus to all your friends, you can tell them "if only I woulda just fucking listened to Ryan."
It's good to know I'm not the only one who hates all those stupid pictures people bring to work and hang on their walls that their little punk kids made, even other little punk kids don't like them some time. This kid's decided to rate some of his peers work.
Is it just me, or is this a phenomenal poster? I think it should make a good addition to my apartment.
If anyone has a problem with me purchasing this poster, that would mean you should in fact not be visiting my website, but instead this one or perhaps this one.
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.