There is only one word to describe the tap dancer and guitar player: Fags

Hey dumb fucks... yer stooopid flash are mastubatory. Everyone likes to masturbate, but do it in private, k?

Laughing My Fucking Ass Off

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MISSPELL is spelled: M-I-S-S-P-E-L-L

KK must stand for Kolossal dumbKunt lololol

Well this happens to be a incredibly inconsistent... me posting bullshit...posted red neck idiocy... well not doing anything.

Anyone think the Mayans were right?

Might the most complacent post at this very juncture of space and time.

So I'm reading this book about the Mayans, and their calenders... or is it the Aztecs and their calendars... anyway... every time I try to read some of it, I fall asleep. This book just has too much info for my lazy ass.

I'm really trying to follow it... but I think what is wearing me out is my continual skepticism. One minute I follow the text, and another minute I know the text is all bullshit. Not that I have any fucking clue whether the study and research is factual or outright insanity: I am just skeptical.

Don't we all want their to be some chaos in our lives? We see a wreck on the road: we stare. We watch violence on TV: we stare. We read how Brad Pitt tried to put it in Jennifer's Anniston's ass, she said no, and now Brad breaks up with her because she doesn't do anal like Jolie can. Then Jolie takes a picture of her own anus which happens to look like Sarlacc in Jedi... Brad is happy and Jennifer ponders why she wasn't in touch with her own anus and complains to People magazine and the Enquirer: and guess what? We stare.

I guess we all want something amazing to happen in our lives... or maybe its just me that wants something amazing to happen. And that is preciously the point: I know I wish there was something bigger, more exciting out there, and when the opportunity comes in the form of a book, I think, "Well, that's way to fucking easy to believe."; therefore things that could be belieavable, I don't believe... and things that truly unbelievable, I don't believe also. The bottom line is I remain a skeptic, but worse than that, I become a closed minded skeptic. One that doesn't believe in anything, nor give credence to anything not experienced first hand.

Good night all!

Woot!

Ever had someone work with you who was a worthless piece of shit? Did you ever get lumped into the same group and team as this asshole, and therefore just by the association, he/she made you look like a big pile of shit?

Nobody's likes to fucking work for a living. We are all lazy primates that would rather stroke our own privates, eat fruit, engage in coitus with anything that moves, and crap in the grass before going to fucking work.... but guess what asshole? You are no different than me. Do you think your misery is different than mine? Eat a d. It isn't.

The trick is that you are going to a miserable flopping neanderthal when you have to work... if we all rate our satisfaction at work from"Damn this job sucks" to "I'm going a killing spree because of this fucking job"... and you feel like going a killing spree MORE than just being pissed off at your job... LEAVE! there can't be enough $$ for you to unfuck your attitude.

Which choice would you rather make... I give you 5 dollars a day, and I make fun of your ugly momma and your stupid bowling shirt every day? OR I give you 100 dollars a day, and I amputate one part of your body each day.? Now eventually I will run out of body parts to chop off... and when that happens, I get to fire you because you can't live up to your end of the bargain...

Fucking douche bag... take the 5 dollars, wear your green striped Brunswick special and tell your momma that make up is not something you do to your resumé.

How is the Underdog of the Week and the Turd of the Week the same?

Hmmm....

And speaking of paranoia... if it is true that there is a bunch of shit going on... I really don't think I need to do a damn thing about it... and I think most people feel the same. Shield me from all that bullshit. If I decide to become a leader and rule, then I'll change... but until then, I just type aimlessly in a blog, rate some cool flashes, keep going to work... try to fix my fucking fishing boat that I don't know shit about, and live happily ever fucking after.