toiletooth

-dude...i'm a washed-up, dried-out, old hardcore kid. talk to me about hardcore/metal/punk and we're all right. agnostic front? sure. this mortal coil? who?

bury you with satan.

kinda guessed about the little boy underwear.

i hate spiders, but hey, if that's what you're into....

you gotta find the right kinda dog.

no sister, but yeah, i used to do that.

i shot Reagan. And I'd do it again.

my mom taught me Judo when i was 7.

*cough*

er....i've heard about people like you.

who hasn't.

nope.

no comment.

you cannot watch Raising Arizona too many times. nor Miller's Crossing.

'k.

yes. they must all die.
unless it actually works of course.....

I wear little boys underwear

I have never really cheated on a girl

...but it is pronounced zoo-ey not zo-e

when I was 4 a gravestone slipped and crushed my foot.

Yayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayyayya
yay motherfucker yay

-you've got spinal meningitis? that's no good.

its a ween song, you homo!

the boohbahs rule. that is seriously my favorite website right now.
it sounds like you want to be a transformer....
good luck with the new job

What r u thinking? If even a morsel of corn were to fall in the controls the results would be disastrous. Just fuck yourself with the cob while playing musical beats on the controls with your pee-pee.

-fuck Korn.

Yeah I do love it, and here is a haiku I wrote on the subject:

Shit your ass
Would not sound quite as clever
without your porcelain mouth.

How funny--I'm finding it difficult to NOT move to Portland. And just try getting out once you're there--man, it's just about impossible. Hey, I just read "You Can't Win"--it was great. You could totally see how his style influenced Burroughs.

OK, I just got the body mods thing: pretty funny. (But you forgot "spear in side".)

haha! that was the most random, confusing comment i've ever gotten.
cute story by the way

I worked on a ranch in Northern BC for a summer and they had a pregnant mare. She had been pregnant for 11 months and she was a fucking bitch - no one could go near her. Every morning we would trek out to her paddock with the dogs to see if she had her foal. One morning I saw his little head and we hooted and hollered and ran like fuck to meet him. He was all bleary eyed and knobby kneed and skiddish. I reached out my hend gently and he let me pat his nose. Then I heard this weird noise behind me and I turned around. The dogs were covered in mucus and blood and were fighting over the placenta.