Life Will Go On?
Are you aware As that long as I have my notepad, life will go on.
If typing to myself is insane, than what do you people call typing to random strangers?
Is this world made for artistic people, or bland people?
Being artistic can almost make you an outcast in this life.
Thinking about it long and hard, it should be the other way around.
Or maybe i’m the other way around, should thinking outside the box mean your stuck in the box from birth.
I started as 1 single cell and split into millions, yet my purposes is bland.
Eat, sleep, procreate, repeat.
They say life is what you make it, but I still havn’t meet they.
What do ‘they’ really know about me?
No one human being on this earth is the same, yet we are all supossed go by the same old sayings and guidelines in life?
Begging to differ is begging to be an outcast.
My Life Sucks, I Can’t Stop Eating…
ive just finished off a bacon cheeseburger with fries, six onion rings and a rolo milkshake. after i was done, i found myself craving for more rather than disgusted at myself. THAT, was the worrying thing!
On top of that, last night I ordered a pizza. Friday I ordered a pizza too and also on early friday morning I had ANOTHER Mcdonalds. That’s without all the other shit in between. That right there is probably more than a whole african family consumes in their lifetime.
I actually felt ashamed walking down my driveway with another Mcdonalds bag for the 2nd time in two nights.
To make things worse, I got home on Friday after work and masturbated to a pair of womens high heels. I then drank myself silly with 55% absinthe because I can’t get 80% here in the UK without having it imported.
It doesn’t end their, I’ve masturbated so many times over the weekend my dick appears to have permanently shrunk and appears to have no blood circulation whatsoever. Its not that that bothers me, its just that if it wasnt alredy small enough it just got smaller.
I don’t believe in God myself, but so many people say he does exist so if he really does why the fukk is he doing this to me? Seriously, I never give no one no beef and this is how I get repaid.
Please, take a minute to appreciate just how much better your life is than mine. Just be greatful you are not me.
Just Moved Into Hell House…
Now I thought this was bad and that the day couldnt get any worse – how wrong was I. In the afternoon the same two house mates break out their BB guns – an MP5 and another one. After being shot by both guns set to auto I had several red marks all over my body, and a couple of the shots caused bleeding and a lot of pain. So Ive now been owned twice in the same day.
Moving onto the evening, I was rushed and carried into a small cupboard. I was then locked into this cuboard which smelt of piss for some time. Ive never been tripple owned before, and its not nice.
Im now waiting for the two military grade 9 flashbangs (the ones which blow out the windows, and can set fire to your house) they have to be thrown into my room in the middle of the night.
I have 11 months of this!
Wiggers, What’s Wrong?
I’m A Fat Slob With No Friends…
At The Club Last Night…
Random Asshat In The Restroom … Rant Part 3
Are you aware, this is actually very simple. You take a dump, you flush. OFTEN.
There’s no reason in the fucking world to sit there hatching some rancid pile of yer wife’s leftover meatloaf and the egg-salad sandwich from yesterday’s lunch, refusing to flush until you’ve squeezed off every last round, all the while filling every cubic centimeter of breathable air with your foul gut-stench.
Again, flushes are FREE!
It’s not the electric chair, don’t be scared to pull that lever.
Remember the 3 P’s of courteous bowel blowing:
Push that shit out!
Pinch it off.
Pull the fuckin’ flush handle.
Repeat as needed.
Regardless of how much you enjoy the aroma of your own private fecal fest, the rest of us want to slip into the bathroom and back out without an uncontrollable rush of involuntary gag-heaves.
A whiff is understandable/acceptable.
A viscous, impenetrable fog of your scatological emissions is not.
That is all.
Cliff’s: Yer shit stinks, flush it fer cryin’ out loud!
Random Asshat In Restroom.. Rant Part 2
It may be hard for you to comprehend, but not being a member of the canine family I actually don’t like the smell of someone else’s piss [no sb] wafting up to my nostrils on moistly heated air currents.
And here’s the best part, meathead – it’s absolutely FREE to pull, many times as ya want! No charges will be added to your account, no fees deducted from your paypal.
So do us all a favor, ya fuggin neanderthal – wrap those opposable thumbs around that lever and give it a pull or 2 next time ya mark yer cave.kthnxbai.
Cliffs: Quit with the “piss-n-dash” – nobody can be in that big of a hurry to not flush.
Random Asshat Talking In The Restroom…Rant
In fact, I’d prefer not to carry on a conversation at all while I am urinating.
I came in here for one reason ONLY – to evacuate the urinary content of my uncomfortably expanded bladder.
So don’t linger as you wash your hands in order to finish your humorous little anecdote/observation – you shouldn’t have started it in the first place, and my continued silence after my initial “yeah, whatever” should be your clue.
So STFU, and GTFO.And if I’m having a sit-down and you happen to identify me by my shoes and feel the urge to strike up a convo, I will punch you in the throat and stomp on yer kidneys after I have finished my dump.
That is all.
Cliffs: The mens room is for excretory functions, NOT talking.
Nasty AC Slater Prank… Yep, #2….
I Went Cow Tipping…Well…
My Terminator Ritual…. In The Shower
Rant About Todays Generation – Internet Guy
Stop Making Fun of My Mother
What do you think. Oh I am sorry you probably do not have a brain. I on the other hand will be happy to buy you a plane ticket to come here and see if you have the nerve to say that to someone I know.