Well, let’s get to serious blogging like 1996. Shit | feel alive! Maybe because i’m engaged now LOL.
She is wonderful, enough said..
Well, let’s get to farked up blogging for a while, shall we.. ?
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So here i was searching the internet and having rescued by monkey god who appeared from nowhere using Windows Vistana superduper Intruder Explorer and saved my ass and said.. Son, those loyal alphaphreakdemons needs your farked up entertainment which no doubt landed on Websense database as one of the blocked site in many organization, so while tears runnin out me eye’s, i told monkey god… Mr.Monkey Motherfuckin God, I will keep the tradition of keeping Websense in business so they will have one measly URL on their great DB that’s filled with worse crap than mine.. So yes, i’ll do it. With those he flew away on a great broom which makes Harry Potfuckinhead and Hermoine whateverthefuckhernameis look like a loser flyin on a dental floss..
So here I am morons.. Ready to spit fire at your monitor and may you throw up and choke on whatever you are drinkin.. i sure as hell hope its not my leftover verbal diarrhea towards you.
I too wonder what the fuck he was doing.. Seriously, Japanese men are fuckin retards. They are one fuckin horny bastards you will ever see. I know this and don’t ask me how and keep shut.
Men in 50’s and 60’s and 70’s still love manga and petite girls wearing costumes serving them tea and coffee. So basically they pay money every Saturday and Sunday visiting countless places that does this as a business. And they do make good money I’m sure, I say this because they can change costume more than your wife and whomever you are fuckin in an hour time. So by the time you leave the place and get home, your dick will be hard as a rock all along the train ride home which is usually packed like shit. So wimmens, if you can’t balance yourself in the train, hold on to those rock hard 70 year old granpa’s cock, cos that will keep him steady from falling down and hurt himself, so keep him steady all the way, because the next on his list is his wife at home.
He sure as hell will whip that old woman and throw feces at her and smack that fine flabby-assed she-beast with a saggy clit that dangles between her legs like a pendulum on a Grandfather Clock . There I put it. My summary of Japanese men. Such a long ass explanation for that crazy picture.
Some joke and im done for today.
What joke ? Isn’t the one above enough for you ? You demanding bastards! Ok here you go!
During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:
“Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?”
Michael said, “Just a minute I have to go pee.” The teacher responded by saying, “That would be rude and impolite. What about you Sherman, how would you say it?”
Sherman said, “I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“That’s better, but it’s still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table. And you, little Edward, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?”
“I would say, ‘Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, who I hope to introduce you to after dinner.’”
The teacher fainted…
Lyrics : Mydvayne : We the people
I thought we the people had a brain
I thought we the people had a say
Could’ve sworn I read it somewhere,
Might’ve seen it on a bumper sticker
I though we the people had a right
I guess we the people we’re wrong
We the people are on
Let’s go elect another god
The love they make
I don’t give a damn anyway
Rules are made to break
Too big too mean too blind
The American dream
Or a bag of magic beans
You can fight on T.V.
Whatever you need
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
We the people can have a plan
We the people can make a stand
Could’ve swore I read it somewhere
Might’ve seen it in the funny papers
Your money’s made to take
Too cheap to steal, to rob
I could tell you had a dream
That busted at the seams
You can get it on the T.V
Whatever you need
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
Give me your trust
Your faith and wishes
Give me your life
So I can own you
Control YOU!
Hope I sell out
Hope I sell out
Every day there’s something new to try
Every day there’s something new to buy
Every day there’s a new American dream
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
Give me your trust
Your faith and wishes
Give me your life
So I can own you
