so today i read a story of a girl, her name was Sandra, and she was a prostitue. she was also addicted to cold syrup, which in the drug industry is called "skiddles". what this cocktail of over-the-counter drugs does to you is thin your blood and speed up your heart rate. which could either lead to cardiac arrest or a brain hemmorage. (don't do ( Read more... )

i am a plank of wood and i don't want to be burnt. i hate the sun and i hate the moon. i'm pesamistic and i can't spell. boring peices of trash laid out on my floor and i wish they would clean themselves up. but they wont. its too much to ask of trash. you smell little smelly dog. take a bath and leave me alone.

the only thing that sucks more than balls is the way you say potato. the best things in life are expencive. you can make pancakes horny green beans smell of digital pictures. tomorrow you willl see how evil halusinagenic obsessions can be. live to be 100 so you can playboy massion all day long. hugh heffner smiled at me when i was a baby. if you ( Read more... )

i like the way you make me feel sad. its funny that i nver realized how mean you can be, but for some strange reason i can't seem to stop wanting you. wanting a little piece of your evil smile, or sadistic eyes. if i could cut out your eyes and eat them up to be you i would. o how i love to be that sad little girl that needs your anger. please ( Read more... )

the current memo has now been brought to my desk by my lovely secretary Jane. "Thank you, Jane..." such a lovely lady. so lovely that i might fornicate with her. does this anger some of you? that i am a successful C.E.O., i have a beautiful expecting wife (Doris), i have a million friends, and i can still throw Jane on my desk and fuck her til she ( Read more... )