I got a great idea the other day.
There was a thread on an EQ message board I still go to about a gay rights bill being passed in congress, and being headed to senate. I put my 2 gil in about how I hope it passes, and that the bigots that oppose it off themselves in desparation. (That 2nd part didnt go over too well on the site)
It would be lovely, I would think.
Anyway, my idea was this: I would start a suicide cult, based on tipping back the old poisoned Kool-Aid if the gay rights bill is passed.
It would be hil-fucking-arious to me, seeing as how the irony of this, as that I am for gay rights, and same sex marriage, because it's common fucking sense.
My Kool-Aid would not be poisoned, and I would purge the world of blindly zealotous bigots.
Oh yeah, the other part of the plan was for the cult members to donate all their belongings to the "church". So I help save the world, and I make off with some loot.
In other news: Andy and Summer introduced me to this girl named Alicia. She's alright I would guess, or maybe I have a weakness to the fact that she is mindnumbingly adorable. She's got some issues though. Drama queen and all that jive, talks on the phone too goddamn much, pregnant and didnt know who the father of the kiddo is, ya know....
...what was that last part again?
What I mentioned a couple weeks ago: Hey Jasen, 5 years I've been waiting on your ass to help me one slight little bit to get my Honda running again. Five years of me being a dipshit, and thinking you'd ever get off your sorry ass and do something other than get stoned. So, now, your 26 year old stoner drunk jobless deadbeat white trash ass, wants to come over with your 17 year old, stoner drunk jobless high school dropout illiterate deadbeat pathological liar fine-as-fuck girlfriend, and pick up the bong that the people I bought the house from left behind.
...
Fuck you both. Jasen, you little shit. When your house burned down, first goddamn thing I said was that you could stay with me. I stuck around your place one night in freezing weather to help you put a clutch in your truck, getting all kinds of shit all over me, and freezing my ass off, while all the time, listening to that comandeering slut you were dating at the time bitch at you incessantly. I could have been cuddled up with my girl that night, nice and warm and comfortable, but no, I decided to help you.
Then you harp about me getting my car moved for ages, and when I finally have a place to put it, you blow me off. Then bitch that we needed to move it the week after Thanksgiving, and I don't hear from you for weeks. I call to schedule something, and you blow me off. Then you two sorry ass motherfuckers call me, to come pick up a bong.
Fuck you dude. Seriously.
And Lauren: Listen, you rotten little trollop. I hated you when you dated Mariano. Yes, you are hotter than hell, but the only thing that is going to get you in life, is knocked up with some dude twice your ages kid, and then he's going to run off to Key West and you'll be fucked for the rest of your life. You dropped out of 9th grade, you can't read or write, and not a word out of your mouth can be believed. Yet, after I absolutely loathed you, because of your shitty personality, and obnoxious behaviour when you dated my pedomexiteenwolf dirty half breed friend, I stopped by to say hello one day. Then I gave you a second chance, becuase you didn't act like a slut when I came to see you, like you did the entire time you were with Mariano. You seemed like you had changed for the better.
Well, for once, I was wrong. You proved me wrong. That should be the 11th fucking commandment. Thou shalt not prove the angry bald midget wrong. Because it never fucking happens. But alas, I was wrong about something for a change, and I had to suck it up and swallow my pride.
My pride, dear, is a rather hefty meal, and does not go down easliy.
That being said, please rot. Like I mentioned, the only thing you have going for you as a career in porn. You will go nowhere in life, and I will laugh when I see you out on the street, filled with disease and rotting away from all the meth and heroin you'll be strung out on by that time. Welcome to the life of a washed up porn actress, who has resorted to whoring yourself out for drugs.
Flowers and sunshine.
There was a thread on an EQ message board I still go to about a gay rights bill being passed in congress, and being headed to senate. I put my 2 gil in about how I hope it passes, and that the bigots that oppose it off themselves in desparation. (That 2nd part didnt go over too well on the site)
It would be lovely, I would think.
Anyway, my idea was this: I would start a suicide cult, based on tipping back the old poisoned Kool-Aid if the gay rights bill is passed.
It would be hil-fucking-arious to me, seeing as how the irony of this, as that I am for gay rights, and same sex marriage, because it's common fucking sense.
My Kool-Aid would not be poisoned, and I would purge the world of blindly zealotous bigots.
Oh yeah, the other part of the plan was for the cult members to donate all their belongings to the "church". So I help save the world, and I make off with some loot.
In other news: Andy and Summer introduced me to this girl named Alicia. She's alright I would guess, or maybe I have a weakness to the fact that she is mindnumbingly adorable. She's got some issues though. Drama queen and all that jive, talks on the phone too goddamn much, pregnant and didnt know who the father of the kiddo is, ya know....
...what was that last part again?
What I mentioned a couple weeks ago: Hey Jasen, 5 years I've been waiting on your ass to help me one slight little bit to get my Honda running again. Five years of me being a dipshit, and thinking you'd ever get off your sorry ass and do something other than get stoned. So, now, your 26 year old stoner drunk jobless deadbeat white trash ass, wants to come over with your 17 year old, stoner drunk jobless high school dropout illiterate deadbeat pathological liar fine-as-fuck girlfriend, and pick up the bong that the people I bought the house from left behind.
...
Fuck you both. Jasen, you little shit. When your house burned down, first goddamn thing I said was that you could stay with me. I stuck around your place one night in freezing weather to help you put a clutch in your truck, getting all kinds of shit all over me, and freezing my ass off, while all the time, listening to that comandeering slut you were dating at the time bitch at you incessantly. I could have been cuddled up with my girl that night, nice and warm and comfortable, but no, I decided to help you.
Then you harp about me getting my car moved for ages, and when I finally have a place to put it, you blow me off. Then bitch that we needed to move it the week after Thanksgiving, and I don't hear from you for weeks. I call to schedule something, and you blow me off. Then you two sorry ass motherfuckers call me, to come pick up a bong.
Fuck you dude. Seriously.
And Lauren: Listen, you rotten little trollop. I hated you when you dated Mariano. Yes, you are hotter than hell, but the only thing that is going to get you in life, is knocked up with some dude twice your ages kid, and then he's going to run off to Key West and you'll be fucked for the rest of your life. You dropped out of 9th grade, you can't read or write, and not a word out of your mouth can be believed. Yet, after I absolutely loathed you, because of your shitty personality, and obnoxious behaviour when you dated my pedomexiteenwolf dirty half breed friend, I stopped by to say hello one day. Then I gave you a second chance, becuase you didn't act like a slut when I came to see you, like you did the entire time you were with Mariano. You seemed like you had changed for the better.
Well, for once, I was wrong. You proved me wrong. That should be the 11th fucking commandment. Thou shalt not prove the angry bald midget wrong. Because it never fucking happens. But alas, I was wrong about something for a change, and I had to suck it up and swallow my pride.
My pride, dear, is a rather hefty meal, and does not go down easliy.
That being said, please rot. Like I mentioned, the only thing you have going for you as a career in porn. You will go nowhere in life, and I will laugh when I see you out on the street, filled with disease and rotting away from all the meth and heroin you'll be strung out on by that time. Welcome to the life of a washed up porn actress, who has resorted to whoring yourself out for drugs.
Flowers and sunshine.
haha! you said rockin' out. i love saying shit like that too because i'm a cornball.