On November 27, 2004, I wrote the follwing piece after sitting in a tub being quite emo with my uneventful life.

For those who know me, I have been a huge wrestling fan. Probably longer than I could remember, I have always had an affiction for pro wrestling. The atleticism, the storylines, everything drew me to that. And for a long time, that is ( Read more... )

I've decided since the story is fresh in my head to start working on my short story about the story of Jesus, in the form of a cybernetic cyborg from the future and bad ass catch phrases. I think I'm going to go home first, drink some adult beverages, and get this mammajamma started. Like tonight. So I'll start writing the first part of Jesus ( Read more... )

I was cruising around Myspace, which is now the "cool" and "in" thing to do since you really can't cruise adn browse around Live Journal unless you pay for it.The other day I noticied my measly 128 friends. Then the next day, which was yesterday, I saw that my list diminished to a measly and worthlessly 126. Two motherfuckers removed themselves ( Read more... )

I have this problem. It's called a "Blog problem". You write in a blog, people read it, comment, and it makes you feel good inside, like a baby who just got his/her diaper changed. You feel good when people read or see your thoughts on X subject, give you input on your personal life, et cetera, et cetera ( Read more... )

batman touched my junk liberally. he strapped me in to his batmobile and he couldnt keep his offensive hands off of me. he was performing many red flag touches. i couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. i told batman the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free ( Read more... )

Herbert Wehner was born on December 24, 1969. He died on January 19, 1990. He had constipation for 3 years, then he threw up for 1 year then danced around singing "I was constipated". Then he got shot. Thats all for now.

El Bastard comes to town is an extremely disturbing and graphically violent cult film, made infamous by an incredibly twisted torture involving a lathe 600 liters of Vaseline and a carrot called Fred ( Read more... )

Myspace doesn't cease to surprise me in the least. Especially today. In a internet world where chain letters with girl who will scratch your eyes out is you don't repost a certain thing at a certain time to x amount of people, or if you don't send x amount of people x amount of emails at x amount of time then your sex life will nosedive to Parts ( Read more... )

The man, the myth, the fucking suburban legend.

RYAN MASON HAS RETURNED TO THE RING.


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Myspace is the motherfucking devil. Imagine leaving high school with 15 skeletons in your closet, then all at once, the skeletons bust out of the closet and do the quickstep on your cock.

FUCK MYSPACE.