I love how you try and assuage your own guilt over what you've done by projecting it unto me. You say you'll never be able to face me again if that happens and I won't be able to face myself; well I already can't face you, you sicken me and have for a long time. There's no denying you tried to do the right thing, there's no denying I am a useless ( Read more... )

You fucking frog. You sit there eying me as a flying roach bombarded me. I could see the laughter in your beady eyes. How did you get all the way up the screen door an hour later??? You're tiny but evil. I respect you. Let's exchange ideals.

Somebody did. He's never been afraid of me. I will fucking hunt down whoever scared him and push the hook end of my crowbar into their jaw and pull down splitting their lip cavity open. I will fucking destroy them. Prepare to die interloper.
EDIT: 10/31 I opened my front door and there he was. He ran from me again. Bolted like a Kenyan at the ( Read more... )

I  found that stupid asshole. After years and years of searching, I've finally found his stupid bald, fat smarmy face. I hope he has been raped by big dicked blacks. Shaking hands with some equally scummy looking old man  while they gangbang a stupid looking certificate. How pathetic. Hahahaha, it's funny. I'm not even sure this is the same guy. I' ( Read more... )

On my desk is the set of keys they forgot.

8 in total. What do they all open? Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck has that many? Cars and homes etc. In between my teeth are bits and pieces of fucking chicken. Fuck all of you bastards.

Kick, punch, block I got the funky flow
M-I-X the flour into the bowl

So my new favorite Street Fighter is now Ken. Sorry Sagat, you still hold a place in my gaming heart, but I'm just better with Ken. I played some XBLA Street Fighter II tonight and totally whooped ass with Ken. I defeated guys with winstreaks of 100+ with little issues. While drunk. Ken is my new main man. Street Fighter is the purest, most refined ( Read more... )

I am my foremost and only doctorate opinion. And thus I have just diagnosed myself with AS. What a horrid night this is.

Let's exercise and paint and blend drinks and take calls from belligerent african americans! RUN FASTER! 

Actually, not I am not. But I swear to god, today I checked him out. As I rang him up I noted all the candy and chocolate he was buying. Wilford Brimley is a god damn scam artist. He doesn't have diabetes at all! Either that or he was going to commit suicide. Can you O.S. (Over Sugar) if you're diabetic and die? If Wilford Brimley dies in the next ( Read more... )