5 dolla happah feenish?!
people who claim coffee causes schizophrenic symptoms are morons. these people are the type who put sentences like this on flyers:
"if you are not a kleptomaniac, pyromaniac, and have medication for any other mental diseases that you may have, YOU ARE ALREADY CONSIDERED!"
is it just me who is inflicted with burning pain reading this?? they (my roommate and another girl) are advertising for a roommate. not only is it grammatically the most irritating sentence ever, but what about that poor girl with the eating disorder who will be homeless next year because of insensitive housing ad's such as this one?
today has been such an annoying day. maybe im just fiercly pmsing, which is probably true, but everything is getting to me today.
i want to come home, NOW! i miss the green, warm, and happy land that is atlanta. i met a guy yesterday from norcross but he was a bit of a tool and didnt share my excitement over meeting a fellow atlantan so far away from home.
my roommate just made a distinct squelching sound in her bed. ??? yuck. i cant wait till i get my single room next year.
no one is cool here. toronto sucks balls. everyone is so superficially polite and really just doesnt give a shit about you. no one looks well on eccentricities, or anyone that doesnt appreciate the go-to-skanky-clubs-and-grind-and-get-trashed-every-night kind of thing. a few weeks ago i went to this club but only had a few beers and so was completely sober, and i was so disgusted. just looking around at everyone getting shitfaced in a sweaty smoky room and how stupid and disgusting everyone was acting so revolted me. i just wanted to go home and play scrabble with someone nice. needless to say i left early and was able to make it to the door only getting groped three times in the trip. best part: the streetcar ride home. i was so happy to be out of there and on the incredibly skanky but in a good way streetcar with the fat lady driver who gave me a free ride cuz i only had a 5 $ bill and no change at 2 am. i ended up giving her the bill for a tip at my stop and told her she made my night. it was a happy ending and my knightess in her big red bus drove off into the smoggy tunnel and everyone lived through the night happily ever after without signs of severe molestation.
its shitty here even when its sunny. the sun was shining but it was raining. which, granted was kind of cool, but im being pessimistic so there. actually it was really nice and made me smile.
work sucks. im sick of those cunts jacking off all over my schedule. they keep pulling back my hours and ive had enough! im going to go do the proper canadian passive agressive thing and write a nasty letter.
weezer makes me smile.
everyone needs to read this because you will cry laughing. thanks kevin!
Is President Bush A Homo?
January 2004. Mr. Bush wandered over during Mr.
[Scot] Reid's [senior strategist to Canadian Prime
Minister Paul Martin] chat with the Prime Minister. Mr.
Reid introduced himself and shook hands with Mr. Bush.
The President chuckled. "Well, you got a pretty
face," he told the surprised Mr. Reid. He wasn't done.
"You got a pretty face," he said again. "You're a
good-looking guy. Better looking than my Scott anyway."
-- President Bush in a coquettish bout of
eye-batting homosexual diplomatic flirting January 16,
2004 The Globe and Mail
We at Baptists Are Saving Homosexuals have BASHed
enough so-called "gays" with the blunt love of Jesus to
know how to spot deviants across a crowded sale at Saks.
Outside of Italian shoes, nothing sends up a
rainbow-colored flare that you are dealing with a
flaming homosexual more reliably than when a man
breathlessly gushes the word "faaabulous!" When a
Christian lady hears this word outside of her hair salon
or florist, she instinctively reaches for the Bible
tracts in her purse because she knows a nancy boy is
within throwing range.
"It's been a fabulous year for Laura and me."
-- George W. Bush., three months after the World
Trade Center towers went down.
Therefore, conservative Christians throughout the
land have become increasingly uncomfortable as they
dutifully mask each awkward pause with a flurry of
polite applause and yells of "more wars!" during
President Bush's somewhat laborious attempts at
speaking. While Tony Blair may have mastered the Queen's
English, our President's vocabulary calls to mind any
number of queens' English. Even our least vigilant
Republican social commandos have noticed that Mr. Bush
has been peppering his otherwise delightful litany of
patriotic jingoism and pleasantly embroidered
CIA-intelligence recaps with the effeminate mating call
"fabulous" -- three giddy syllables that are tantamount
to coyly cooing, "Hello, sailor!"
"And we'll prevail, because we're a faaabulous
nation, and we're a faaabulous nation because we're a
nation full of faaabulous people."
-- George W. Bush., Atlanta, GA, January 31, 2002
Indeed, it appears that everyone our prancing
President runs into is simply FAB-U-LOUS!
(Not one word in quotation marks has been changed
from the official transcripts. To you hellbound doubting
Thomases out there (you know who you are -- and so does
Jesus), if you click on the quotation, it will bring up
the page on official White House website that contains
the speech in which the word "fabulous" was squealed
with delight.)
Official Xanax spokesperson Laura Bush ("a fabulous
First Lady");
His viper-tongued mother Barbara ("a fabulous
mother");
Nimble prevaricator Condoleezza Rice (an "honest
fabulous person")
Chuck Berry (who -- my stars! -- did prison time for
surreptitiously filming women going to the toilet), Ray
Charles, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, and Stevie Wonder
("a fabulous array of artists") -- so nice that our
swishy leader had gotten over the public snub of Stevie
not waving back at him!;
His whole Cabinet ("I put together a fabulous
Cabinet");
House Speaker Denny Hastert & Senate Majority Leader
Bill Frist ("It is a joy to work with these two fabulous
Americans");
His whole administration ("I put together a fabulous
team"):and
Perhaps most disconcertingly, the epitome of
everything liberal (including jigger portions) Ted
Kennedy ("Ted Kennedy is fabulous").
Everyone in our prissy President's acquaintance
appears to be doing a "FAB-U-LOUS" job:
Again, his lovely wife Laura ("What a fabulous job
she is doing");
His brother and collusive heir apparent Jeb ("He has
done a fabulous job");
New York Governor Pataki ("who is doing a fabulous
job");
Rudy Giuliani ("he's done a fabulous job");
Colin Powell ("he's doing a fabulous job");
Dick Cheney ("doing a fabulous job for America");
John Ascroft ("doing such a fabulous job");
Paul Wolfowitz ("doing a fabulous job");
Ari Fleischer ("done a fabulous job");
The DC Chief of Police ("you and your troops do a
fabulous job"); and
Someone called Mel at Habitat for Humanity, the
Jimmy Carter bastion of the lethal liberal lie that
Christians should help the poor by giving them anything
more than just Bible tracts ("doing a fabulous job").
And to our wildly flamboyant Commander in Chief,
every organization or thing is simply "FAB-U-LOUS,"
girl!
The World Series ("And what a fabulous World Series
it was");
Those quaint African-American people ("fabulous
achievements");
Our Godly country ("America, a fabulous country");
The sound of the Washington National Cathedral Choir
("it is a fabulous way to begin a morning");
Forests, something only a liberal wouldn't strip
mine ("they offer majestic beauty and fabulous
recreational opportunities for all Americans to enjoy");
Afghan art, that is, that either we or the Taliban
didn't destroy ("this fabulous exhibit");
Alaska ("such a fabulous state");
Being prayed for by strangers ("It's really one of
the fabulous parts of the job")
The Philadelphia Boys Choir ("What fabulous
music!");
The Democratic stronghold New York City ("the
fabulous city called New York City");
Little League Baseball ("such a fabulous
organization");
The US Military, showing a bit of a weakness for a
gay niche fetish ("We've got fabulous men and women in
uniform!"); and
Even the new 45 cent stamp ("fabulous!").
"if you are not a kleptomaniac, pyromaniac, and have medication for any other mental diseases that you may have, YOU ARE ALREADY CONSIDERED!"
is it just me who is inflicted with burning pain reading this?? they (my roommate and another girl) are advertising for a roommate. not only is it grammatically the most irritating sentence ever, but what about that poor girl with the eating disorder who will be homeless next year because of insensitive housing ad's such as this one?
today has been such an annoying day. maybe im just fiercly pmsing, which is probably true, but everything is getting to me today.
i want to come home, NOW! i miss the green, warm, and happy land that is atlanta. i met a guy yesterday from norcross but he was a bit of a tool and didnt share my excitement over meeting a fellow atlantan so far away from home.
my roommate just made a distinct squelching sound in her bed. ??? yuck. i cant wait till i get my single room next year.
no one is cool here. toronto sucks balls. everyone is so superficially polite and really just doesnt give a shit about you. no one looks well on eccentricities, or anyone that doesnt appreciate the go-to-skanky-clubs-and-grind-and-get-trashed-every-night kind of thing. a few weeks ago i went to this club but only had a few beers and so was completely sober, and i was so disgusted. just looking around at everyone getting shitfaced in a sweaty smoky room and how stupid and disgusting everyone was acting so revolted me. i just wanted to go home and play scrabble with someone nice. needless to say i left early and was able to make it to the door only getting groped three times in the trip. best part: the streetcar ride home. i was so happy to be out of there and on the incredibly skanky but in a good way streetcar with the fat lady driver who gave me a free ride cuz i only had a 5 $ bill and no change at 2 am. i ended up giving her the bill for a tip at my stop and told her she made my night. it was a happy ending and my knightess in her big red bus drove off into the smoggy tunnel and everyone lived through the night happily ever after without signs of severe molestation.
its shitty here even when its sunny. the sun was shining but it was raining. which, granted was kind of cool, but im being pessimistic so there. actually it was really nice and made me smile.
work sucks. im sick of those cunts jacking off all over my schedule. they keep pulling back my hours and ive had enough! im going to go do the proper canadian passive agressive thing and write a nasty letter.
weezer makes me smile.
everyone needs to read this because you will cry laughing. thanks kevin!
Is President Bush A Homo?
January 2004. Mr. Bush wandered over during Mr.
[Scot] Reid's [senior strategist to Canadian Prime
Minister Paul Martin] chat with the Prime Minister. Mr.
Reid introduced himself and shook hands with Mr. Bush.
The President chuckled. "Well, you got a pretty
face," he told the surprised Mr. Reid. He wasn't done.
"You got a pretty face," he said again. "You're a
good-looking guy. Better looking than my Scott anyway."
-- President Bush in a coquettish bout of
eye-batting homosexual diplomatic flirting January 16,
2004 The Globe and Mail
We at Baptists Are Saving Homosexuals have BASHed
enough so-called "gays" with the blunt love of Jesus to
know how to spot deviants across a crowded sale at Saks.
Outside of Italian shoes, nothing sends up a
rainbow-colored flare that you are dealing with a
flaming homosexual more reliably than when a man
breathlessly gushes the word "faaabulous!" When a
Christian lady hears this word outside of her hair salon
or florist, she instinctively reaches for the Bible
tracts in her purse because she knows a nancy boy is
within throwing range.
"It's been a fabulous year for Laura and me."
-- George W. Bush., three months after the World
Trade Center towers went down.
Therefore, conservative Christians throughout the
land have become increasingly uncomfortable as they
dutifully mask each awkward pause with a flurry of
polite applause and yells of "more wars!" during
President Bush's somewhat laborious attempts at
speaking. While Tony Blair may have mastered the Queen's
English, our President's vocabulary calls to mind any
number of queens' English. Even our least vigilant
Republican social commandos have noticed that Mr. Bush
has been peppering his otherwise delightful litany of
patriotic jingoism and pleasantly embroidered
CIA-intelligence recaps with the effeminate mating call
"fabulous" -- three giddy syllables that are tantamount
to coyly cooing, "Hello, sailor!"
"And we'll prevail, because we're a faaabulous
nation, and we're a faaabulous nation because we're a
nation full of faaabulous people."
-- George W. Bush., Atlanta, GA, January 31, 2002
Indeed, it appears that everyone our prancing
President runs into is simply FAB-U-LOUS!
(Not one word in quotation marks has been changed
from the official transcripts. To you hellbound doubting
Thomases out there (you know who you are -- and so does
Jesus), if you click on the quotation, it will bring up
the page on official White House website that contains
the speech in which the word "fabulous" was squealed
with delight.)
Official Xanax spokesperson Laura Bush ("a fabulous
First Lady");
His viper-tongued mother Barbara ("a fabulous
mother");
Nimble prevaricator Condoleezza Rice (an "honest
fabulous person")
Chuck Berry (who -- my stars! -- did prison time for
surreptitiously filming women going to the toilet), Ray
Charles, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, and Stevie Wonder
("a fabulous array of artists") -- so nice that our
swishy leader had gotten over the public snub of Stevie
not waving back at him!;
His whole Cabinet ("I put together a fabulous
Cabinet");
House Speaker Denny Hastert & Senate Majority Leader
Bill Frist ("It is a joy to work with these two fabulous
Americans");
His whole administration ("I put together a fabulous
team"):and
Perhaps most disconcertingly, the epitome of
everything liberal (including jigger portions) Ted
Kennedy ("Ted Kennedy is fabulous").
Everyone in our prissy President's acquaintance
appears to be doing a "FAB-U-LOUS" job:
Again, his lovely wife Laura ("What a fabulous job
she is doing");
His brother and collusive heir apparent Jeb ("He has
done a fabulous job");
New York Governor Pataki ("who is doing a fabulous
job");
Rudy Giuliani ("he's done a fabulous job");
Colin Powell ("he's doing a fabulous job");
Dick Cheney ("doing a fabulous job for America");
John Ascroft ("doing such a fabulous job");
Paul Wolfowitz ("doing a fabulous job");
Ari Fleischer ("done a fabulous job");
The DC Chief of Police ("you and your troops do a
fabulous job"); and
Someone called Mel at Habitat for Humanity, the
Jimmy Carter bastion of the lethal liberal lie that
Christians should help the poor by giving them anything
more than just Bible tracts ("doing a fabulous job").
And to our wildly flamboyant Commander in Chief,
every organization or thing is simply "FAB-U-LOUS,"
girl!
The World Series ("And what a fabulous World Series
it was");
Those quaint African-American people ("fabulous
achievements");
Our Godly country ("America, a fabulous country");
The sound of the Washington National Cathedral Choir
("it is a fabulous way to begin a morning");
Forests, something only a liberal wouldn't strip
mine ("they offer majestic beauty and fabulous
recreational opportunities for all Americans to enjoy");
Afghan art, that is, that either we or the Taliban
didn't destroy ("this fabulous exhibit");
Alaska ("such a fabulous state");
Being prayed for by strangers ("It's really one of
the fabulous parts of the job")
The Philadelphia Boys Choir ("What fabulous
music!");
The Democratic stronghold New York City ("the
fabulous city called New York City");
Little League Baseball ("such a fabulous
organization");
The US Military, showing a bit of a weakness for a
gay niche fetish ("We've got fabulous men and women in
uniform!"); and
Even the new 45 cent stamp ("fabulous!").