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durwoodsauls

drowning in an epitaph

Mar 10, 2003 22:01

I suppose it all started when I was eight ( Read more... )

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Simple, like kissing your sister with the lights out. unburiable March 11 2003, 00:31:29 UTC

We're planning to have ole Durwood understand what it means to get knifed in the mouth.

Re: Simple, like kissing your sister with the lights out. durwoodsauls March 11 2003, 11:44:48 UTC

hey, while you're in there, do me a favor and extract that ornery molar, fer me. ya slippery sonofabitch.

go fuck yourself,
durwood aka "the goat"

P.S. I happen to like kissing my little sister, bro. Even with the lights on.

Murder Garden, Minnesota. unburiable March 12 2003, 11:55:58 UTC

"My mom stole my weed and a pretty nice pipe and bong. (right out of my fucking apartment, cause the stupid latino landlord bitch gave her the key, why the fuck would you give the mother of a nineteen (or twenty?) year old the key to my apartment?!) I stopped smoking. Soon after one of my best friends in the world moved away for good with his wife and three (now four) kids. I moved home (mistake) to be able to afford to go back to school and still pay car insurance. Started binge drinking on the weekends. Turned into full blown alcoholism while holding down meaningless jobs with tradesman and construction workers. Skip ahead, again ( ... )

Re: Simple, like kissing your sister with the lights out. durwoodsauls March 11 2003, 13:15:44 UTC

karma is bullshit durwoodsauls March 14 2003, 10:42:31 UTC

shit bro, i almost completely forgot to mention the time I let that really fat ho suck my cock in the lady's john. We were at a song of mercury show, right? I can't remember the details I got so drunk on guinness and vodka. all i remember is you two fucks went off and were sitting in the back of (what at the time was called) the sapphire supper club. I was trying my hardest to offend these to really ugly, really fat bitches that kept starring me down from across the room. thinking back upon it, I don't blame them, considering how drunk I was I'd probably be starring at myself as well. I forget exactly how I approached them but I distinctly remember openly calling them fat or something. I think I also harassed some poor schlum they knew. He came up and started talking all suave and sober and shit. I think I might have twisted his nipple. But that got rid of him for sure. I don't think I had been talking to those behemoths for more than fifteen minutes and next I know I'm being dragged into the lady's john, pulled into a ( ... )

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the immune are habitual liars durwoodsauls March 16 2003, 23:06:37 UTC

jeers, who said anything about fucking jeers I'm talking about getting a big fat blow job in the john. fat chicks put out, end of story. you should really take some of nikki sixx's advice, fuck big ho's they'll take it up the ass and never complain cause they know they won't ever get any better action. you gotta love the desperate, bro.! friends in need fuck fat bitches in heat.

party on bro,
mick mars

That girl had blazing red hair, my friend. unburiable March 15 2003, 08:49:45 UTC

Social slag?

How very immune I am to your jeers.

http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=possiblyxmaybe&itemid=76071

my latest excuses no longer work durwoodsauls April 11 2003, 23:49:55 UTC

i miss my compatriots and all the jeers and cheers we've shared.

this is indeed the "longest winter" is on it's way you called it with out knowing it and now it's too late.

i'm in love and regretting it further than every blunder before.

stop talking about me as if i've died. please it's embarrassing.

thank you,
ast. mnger.
Hank Kingsley