Some might call me a son of a bitch
and some of um' could be right
so as long as I might be a son of a bitch
I might as well be a son of a bitch tonight

I have to do a persuasive speech in none other than speech class on Thursday. I'm doing it on the censorship of music. Take a wild guess as to which side I'm arguing for. I just spent the last few hours researching articles and what not. I'm fucking fired up and pissed off right now. I know it would be damn near impossible for an eagle to fly ( Read more... )

Okay. I'm gonna try this thing again. I'll just make funny ha-ha jokes. Booga Booga Booga! Coors is great. COLORADO KOOL-AID 4 President because Bush (Busch) tastes like ass.

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I'm tired of these twenty-something fucksticks that think they know the answers to every secret in life just because they are close to getting their bachelors degree. They like to analyze every aspect of every lame general ed. class because they believe it makes them a well rounded person. Come on! Honestly, do we take general ed. classes because ( Read more... )

Anyone wanna move to Nashville with me. Lots of Honky Tonkin'. Goodtimes...Goodtimes!

Hi! My name's Ryan. I like horseback riding, long walks on the beach, and sweaty, non-committal, pre-marital, toe-curling, noisy, carefree sex. (SHHHHHH! But around here, we just call it "fucking"). Ahhhh, I love homework!

Yesterday, everything in my life fit together, all snug and tight. Today it resembles a puddle of loose, Taco Bell-like, alcohol- induced vomit. Fuck it! Merely a flesh wound. It would not be so bad if my day was to get better, but thanks to school, it won't. I have to write a paper for my lame-ass psych class. The topic? Is sex addicting? Usually ( Read more... )