This is such a ridiculous thing. Honestly, pretty soon we won't be able to swear, or be exposed to nudity, or drink pop that isn't diet. I already make sure to enjoy another delicious cigarette everytime I see one of those retarded Truth ads on television, now I can't go to New York and visit a sweet bar while enjoying a smoke. Wow.
Wow! I just checked and found out that my page "The Day After" with all the people getting fucked with after they've passed out, has gotten 2,066 hits today already! That's just crazy to me. Anyway, that's all I got for now. Peace.
Update: So at the end of the day yesterday, I was left with 6,512 pageviews! Wow! It had mostly to do with being listed as a site of the week on the Sublime Times. Apparently they know good shit when they see it!
To hell with those pussy Canadian fruits. Canada has never done anything for this planet besides take up space and invent poutine. Yeah, poutine. Thanks Canada, for your worthless contribution. Americans would never go to Canada and boo your national anthem. If I was from Canada I'd pity myself right now.
Fuck James Gandolfini. That greedy piece of shit was just lucky to land The Sopranos in the first place. Now he's gonna go and kill one of the best shows on TV! What a fuckhead. He can head back to the fat farm he escaped from in the first place. I hope his career does go the way of David Caruso's, or Patricia Arquette goes nuts on him with some kind of a heavy firearm True Romance style.
This sounds neat as hell!
"So, imagine this: You're driving down the road, chatting at a party, or whatever. You have a phone. You call your blog on the phone. You leave a message. The message gets instantly posted to your blog as an MP3 file for the world to listen to. Cool?"
Ever wondered exactly what a beating heart would look like if it was removed from the chest and run by wires and tubes being connected to it? Yeah, me neither, but if you're interested they got that right here.
I can handle some pretty weird stuff most of the time, but this website really creeps me out for some reason. It makes me wanna punch this little kid.
(This link goes out with a special dedication to my Uncle Shittington, who told me the other day he was worried about me because of my website. I'll be alright. . . . the twisted shit is just always whats funniest)
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.
