*orgasm*

achoo

bless me?

AND i volunteered today!

know what makes me happy?
well, actually a couple things, but i discovered today that helping old people knowing you'll get nothing in return is one of them.
mrs anderson. lips, chapped. asks her friend if she has any chapstick. no. lips, chapped and getting chappeder. me, feel bad. la la. work, work. stuff. yay, no more work for today, done! driving home. remember mrs anderson. lips, chapped. dig through change in car, drive to walmart, buy chapstick. drive back to work, deliver the goods. mrs anderson. lips, chap-sticked. jenna, happy.

YAY!!!!!!! ZAC AND JESSICA ARE GOING OUT!!!!!!
that makes me happy :)

Okay everyone...I just have to say this stuff, even if it's gonna sound trivial and all. After months of liking Jessica alot...my dream finally came true. Jessica asked me out...so yeah, were going out now. I have to be the happiest guy I've ever been, it's great. I know none of you probably care, but i'm real happy and I hope everything works out. Talk to you all later...
-Sac

Define irony...walking down freamont street(the place with all the lights on the roof. Well anyways im walking along and they have this tribute to america going and then i see it. A strip joint with its own tribute to america saying " God bless america," i mean come on that place is not "holy" or anything affililated with religion. Its like mixing a cat in a dog pound, but oh well.
later

to both jacks: no more posting for you (and yes, i'm aware this is your site bw...)

Read this thing that Robert A. Heinlein wrote in 1952. I think this still applies and kinda touches on the terrorism shit.
This I Believe

Instead of posting inanely about coffee, I'm going to extend an offer to someone you really care about. Yourself, if there's ever anything you want to tell me, just go ahead and do it...usually I have some good advice, so yeah....no that that's taken care of,

on to *looks around* coffee? (mwhahahaha)

due to the sheer pointlessness of this post, you too can rage at me!

Yellow Duct Tape of Glee
By Alex Jones


There I was, creating a Hell with yellow duct tape of glee! Over my winter
break I, the Atheist God, was pressured, by a god not worth mentioning, into
raising an eternal prison for people who don’t follow my dogma and I. This
Hell was to be the best Hell, and all whom sin shall now go there!
Wondering the freezing wasteland that is my room I found all the supplies I
needed. Most importantly, I found the yellow duct tape of glee.

This yellow duct tape of glee was all yellow, except the sticky side. The
yellow duct tape of glee was so sticky and yellow it brought me much joy.
In a place as depressing as Hell, and as cold as my room, you need much joy.
My Hell found the metaphorical glue that shall bind it. Those who see my
Hell shall receive much joy, and those who are in it will never again see
the yellow duct tape of glee!

There, I had it, a foundation of which I could start my Hell. I would show
that god not worth mentioning! My Hell, being the best, would be home to
the perfect punishments to those immoral sinners. With this Hell that god
not worth mentioning would have to give me an “A”, so to speak.
Enclosed within the first section of my Hell were to be the neutralists and
do-nothings. For their punishments I took a room of white and painted, with
the blood of those souls, a picture to commemorate them. Winds shall
forever wear and weather at these pictures. As for the souls themselves,
nothing. They are reduced to nothing. The only thing that remains of these
souls who refused to side, or just did nothing period, is nothing more than
a bloodied picture wearing and weathering away to nothing. Finally, in the
center of this section there lies a bloodied hole. This bloody hole leads
to the second section of my Hell.

For this section of Hell, my second, I chose to have the sinners worthy of
treachery of kith and kin to be eternally punished by snakes. Snakes are
creatures of treachery so I figure treachery of kith and kin would be a good
place to put these semi-demonic creatures. Also, I don’t like snakes so
they can all just go the Hell. Those snakes forever bite and ravage the
souls who enter. Each soul punished according to their sin, all, however,
must wallow in the mud. Some being chased, some being bitten and ripped
apart, all must slip and slide in this, my second section of Hell!

This brings me to my third and last section of Hell. Enclosed are those
who committed the very worst of all sins and crimes. They are the ones who
should sail time its very self! They are the time travelers. There is no
entrance to this section, nor is there an exit. For the very second someone
crosses that barrier of time-space, they are thrust into this place of
perpetual pain. Their punishment is to see the very life they left, the
good, the bad, and all the stuff in-between. They know that that life they
tried to leave will never again be there’s. They watch what they had done
and cry tears of red, red blood. So I finished this section and realized
that something was missing! I still had more to do before I could yet
consider my Hell complete.

That missing thing so happened to be a gate. Yes, I forgot my gate of
Hell! OK! I’ve been the Atheist God for less than a year I am entitled to
a few mistakes! So, quickly I fixed this dilemma. Using the yellow duct
tape of glee I bound a gate on top of my first section of Hell!

So, in the end I created my Hell that the god not worth mentioning
pressured me into creating. It is a great Hell; it is a grand Hell. Hell
it is my Hell! Such a luxurious Hell! Such an elite Hell! What more could
I have wanted? It is a Hell with yellow duct tape of glee!

Hey Ann, isn't it E. E. Cummings? *evil luaghter* yeah, we're studying him in class, good, good stuff. the paper we have to write about (him is going); to be good

i think im going to write it in his style (but something tells me that its been done)

this may or may not matter to you...in fact i dont know what this says to me, it just seemed good at the time...and oh yes, i was gonna rage, but i lost my motivation...but im sure ill gain it back soon...

when the man spoke, the people listened
and they followed him to his death.
I was the closest to him
And this I must confess

That I never felt I had the chance to say
All the things that were in this heart of
Mine. They say you learn from your big mistakes
And I think it's just about time that I...

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

I'm sick of people talking' out of their ass
About the way things are today.
They bitch and moan ever time you see
Them in their own peculiar ways.

They're lunchin', they're munchin', and then
They start punchin'...'Cause they just can't get it straight.
What's the use in beating around the bush
Unless you're getting a little.

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

I'm sick of living this life in vain
Black or white, love or spite
Just give me the facts on what you're feeling
I try to be patient but you're killing me...

Say it to you, Say it to me
Say it to all of us
In perfect clarity (to all our families)

that was it people...

hey all well im in las vegas, so i decided to say something about here it is hot and fun. earlier i went rock climbing and in a second im hitting the roller coasters. So have fun in coos bay and ill see ya soon
latz

yes, i'm back from copenhagen. notes to the locusts:
-jenna is lowercased because she idolizes e.e. cummings
-'busts out'< is an "ann-ism"
-coos bay blows, as if you didn't already know...

Hmm... I have a strange desire to write bazaar beatnic poetry... *dons beret and busts out some bongos*

I walk through the rain every day of my life, but I do not get wet, the wet gets me.
I see and I be and I live and I die, a little bit more every day, if I got the cash.
We never have the time to live in a world where we can only exist, bummer.
I am tapping into the eternal spectrum, the never ending circle of was is and now.
I take an active roll in human sacrafice every day because im still around, aren't I?
I can honestly say I wish I were high, because if I were high then I might get by.
As you can see I can't rhyme, but I make up for it with words as old as time, I am the encyclopedia-samia
So come yee little sheep and put your trust in me, I'll lead you on forever, singing hi diddle dum, high diddle dee
A scoop scoop Shiddidaloo wang pang bang a zipitada zapitda wiggly wiggly woo, shitty rhyme from me, shitty rhyme to you.

whaaaaaa?
3:30 in the morning and nobody's on???

...odd...

More of the beloved PANCAKE BUNNY ! ! !
THE ORIGINAL!
Cheese?
For all the people hurt on September Eleventh

Sam: The "Hitler thing" was a joke between me and jack. And i never said i thought you were going to be like hitler, i just think there is lots to learn from one of the most evil men to have ever lived. Jenna's name isn't capitalized because it isn't capitalized when she posts (she set it up like that, i just kept it up) And, yes, midgets!

Ahem: AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Hmm...
1. BW, hitler thing, ahem: eat my ass towel-head
2. Sickopath. *crys himself to sleep* you realize people like him are why idealism and revolution is dead? People associate him with revoltutionarys.. the horrroorrrrrrrrrrrr
3. For some reason... Jenna's name isn't capitalized in the E-mail thingy. I could psyco-analyze the crap out of this, but, I know its just a typo.


Yeah, im gonna be like Hitler, except im going to send all big breasted blond chicks that wont go down on me to concentration camps. Lesbian concentration camps. There, we will make many movies, and men shall rule the earth. Oh, and midgets. Many, many, midget slaves.

This man also has "interesting things to say" (in my opinion)

Mein Kampf By Adolf Hitler

And, I have to agree with sickopath guy when it comes to just cappin the sucka's. If other countrys have shit to say about it, they can get capped too! *GAT GAT*

An Open Letter to the People of the United States, Regarding the Terrorist Attacks of September 11th, 2001


Dear America,

I just wanted to drop you a note and tell you how much I've enjoyed watching you burn, suffer, and cry. Boy did you make a fuss! Such lugubrious whimpering can only be the byproduct of an extremely soft, ignorant collective of people. You're such a spoiled child; so cut off from the rest of the world that you haven't so much as suffered the discomfort of a stubbed toe in over 25 years. If ignorance is bliss, you've been in total fucking euphoria for an entire generation. Let me be the first to welcome you back to reality. That pain you're feeling now is what it feels like to be kicked in the face by it. Stings like hell, doesn't it? Don't worry, the swelling will go down, but you're going to be flinching at just about everything you see for a long, long time. As if you didn't already look stupid enough.

So now you know. The world is a fucking nasty place, and people hate you. You can't really act like you didn't know this already. If you can look in the mirror and honestly believe that nobody in the entire world hates you, I'd really like to know where you buy your drugs. And can I get a bulk discount? All your smug moral superiority, religious self assurance, and global saber rattling couldn't save you from this hate, and in all probability helped to escalate it's spread. You ignored a few bombed embassies and marine barracks. The WTC truck bomb in the early 90's didn't hold your interest. The USS Cole bombing was dismissed. It's taken two destroyed skyscrapers and a section of the pentagon to get your heads out of your asses. Just remember that you still have to wipe the shit from your eyes.

You have every right to be angry, and you damn well should be. If these attacks continue, your stupid fucking economy is only gonna continue it's downward spiral. And if you can't get your money to work for you, you might actually have to get off your fat, bloated ass and work for your money. We certainly can't have that now, can we? But you have absolutely no right to display this hollow demeanor of righteous indignation that is so in fashion these days. Just because you were squeezed out of some bitch's slimy fuck hole within an area of land that is currently designated as "The United States", doesn't automatically make you some untouchable superman to whom the laws of nature do not apply. Waking up is hard to do, but you can't sleep forever, no matter how many Valiums you eat.

Your assertion that this was a cowardly attack is total fantasy. I highly doubt that any of you who used that word to describe the assault would have the balls to pull off the same thing. It was a bold, well planned, highly successful strike. Granted, it wasn't a very strategic move, as the backlash generated will likely be the death of the cause that spawned it. But in and of itself, the attack was nothing short of brilliant. All the negative adjectives in the world won't bring a single fried corpse back to life. They won't recover a single lost dollar. They won't do anything to help soothe the wounded psyche of an entire nation. And they won't make your country safer. While you're strutting around in a red, white, & blue state of patriotic pabulum, these "cowards" are already working on new plans to kill you- no matter how large a thesaurus you hide behind.

I have to give kudos to your news media, the coverage was fantastic! There were more camera angles of the crash than if Bruckheimer himself had shot the footage! I can see it now: Bruce Willis dressed as fireman, running out of the burning tower with a Chinese baby in his right arm and a Mexican baby in his left. He hands them off to a female paramedic, then turns to his black wife and kisses her on the mouth. As the music swells, and you expect the credits to roll, Osama bin Laden jumps out of the crowd with an AK-47, only to be hit in the chest with Bruce's fire ax. Bruce turns to the camera and says, "Not in my town, pal!". I also gotta give credit to the terrorists for giving the media time to get the cameras set up before hitting the second building. Thanks guys, good planning!

Many of you have told me that I shouldn't be enjoying this. You've got to be kidding me. I can't believe you really expect me to get upset over a few thousand dead yuppies. All politics aside, this was some really exciting and entertaining shit. I was positively giddy watching your fat suit and tie ass desperately trying to escape that big dust cloud, only to be engulfed by it in the same manner that you engulfed your 2 and half hour "business" lunch. I hope all the asbestos you inhaled tasted as good as the abalone sperm you slurped down at Nobu. Enjoy your cancer, I know I will.

The Red Cross won't be getting any of my blood. Hell, I wouldn't give them the crust off of my cum rag. I certainly won't be donating money to any of the relief funds. Like I really want my hard earned cash going to help support some Manhattan widow's shopping habits. It's called a job you fucking yenta cunt, enjoy getting one. I hear there's plenty of positions available over at the fire department.

Speaking of the fire department, would you please just stop speaking of the fire department! If I hear one more bullshit statement about how these guys are heroes, I'm gonna throw up. Any retard can run into a burning building and die. I'm not impressed. Those firemen were just a bunch of adrenaline junkies who's sense of duty outweighed their sense of self. Screwed up priorities like that are to be pitied, not praised. Trying to save the lives of worthless preppy assholes is not an activity I place value on. Dying to save the lives of worthless preppy assholes is about the stupidest thing I can imagine. I've started keeping cat turds in my car, and the next one of you cock suckers who shoves a boot in my window while I'm at a red light is gonna wind up with some footwear full of feline feces. My hero.

So where do we go from here? More useless moral whimpering? Your god tells you that you're an angel, their god tells them that you're the devil. Your god tells you to bomb abortion clinics, their god tells them to bomb embassies. Your god tells you to burn Slayer CD's, their god tells them to burn you. Your god tells you that the meek shall inherit the earth, their god tells them that the road to heaven is paved with your corpse. Theists of a more diplomatic nature would be quick to point out that rational followers of either of the aforementioned gods would not condone the bombing of anything. However, since theology has nothing to do with rationality, I can't imagine who they're referring to with that statement.

Forget about God for a minute. Don't worry about being morally superior. Put your indignation on the back burner, and stop waving that fucking flag. You have an enemy that wants to kill you. You had better damn well kill it first. Don't bombard it with propaganda, use fucking high explosives. Stop cutting your military budgets. Gather intelligence. Lift the ban on political assassination. Don't just rattle your saber, unsheathe the fucking thing and start hacking away! Instead of just saying how great the United States is, start showing it. If the rest of the world has a problem with it, kill them too. Kill everyone!!! Take their land. Take their oil. Take their lives. Neutron bomb the fucking entire middle east, and replace them with american citizens. You can't make an omelet without killing a few million people. Don't worry about mixing in innocent civilians with the terrorists. The entire purpose of having a country is to improve the lives of the people who live inside the country. We can no longer afford to be concerned with the lives of those outside the country. If you're really serious about maintaining a country, put your bullets where your mouth is.

Or, you can continue to clean up the rubble from future attacks. Either way, I get to enjoy watching things blow up and people dying. So do whatever you like, I guess I really don't give a fuck one way or the other.


Your fellow American citizen,

SICKOPATH




Hey everyone, yeah...I know this is quite posibly the evillest shit the blog has ever seen...but hey, life is good! This man has interesting things to say, and most of them ring true. But that's just me, yeah life is good, and hopefully someone finds this interesting

Hey, this is my first post, hopefully none of you hate bdub for letting me. For those of you that don't know, I was home sick today, thats why I wasn't at school. Well, I have nothing to say as of now, so I'll talk to you all later....
-Sac

Well dude this will be my last post for a couple of days, but ill try and post sometime at the place where ill be.
latz

Nice Tribute

Yeah.. I hate the whole the American Anti-Terrorism thing, but this, this is cool.

(sigh* dammit monsta, I wake up, and the sun has just risen..its a beautiful day...then...I realize its Sunday WAIT ITS MONDAY FUCK! I sprint out of bed get dressed, find its 8:30, eat food, now I'm trying to figure out how to get to school...see you soon everybody

Im all about Bros before Hoes, buy friends before girls? What the hell kind of relationship do you have with your girlfriend if she isn't your friend??? jeebus! Who i hang out with, and who my friends are aren't dictated by sex, you say your not sexist BW, jeez...

Ok.. Moving on, anyone limp bizkit fans out there? http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/so/20011013/en/limp_bizkit_and_wes_borland_part_ways_1.html There, no reason to listen to them anymore.

For all of us who want to use technicalitys:

Bros before Hoes means- Friends before girls, ALWAS!