| WE had a good night (the lumps on my head and I) |
[27 Oct 2006|02:39pm] |
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I DON'T LOOK FOR FIGHTS, THEY FIND ME!
Erin got a new kareokee machine for her birthday and some chick was calling me down on the mic so I beat her up and her friend started kicking me in the head...
It was me or her...
it ended up being her...
I walked home with no shoes on in the pouring rain in a blind rage.
so much for the bar this weekend.
why can't we all get along?
I fuckin kicked her ass.
bitch.
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(3 abusers | play with my peepee)
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[30 Aug 2006|04:52pm] |
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Obie Trice - There They Go |
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Narrow minds, broken hearts and sore assholes.
Anything else?
Now's the time.. it's easier when it all comes in bunches..
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[18 Jul 2006|03:52pm] |
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Disturbed - Land Of Confusion |
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Head over heels
He told me he loved me
This is so awesome
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(3 abusers | play with my peepee)
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[10 Jul 2006|07:58pm] |
You've got this new head filled up with smoke
And I've got my veins all tangled close
To those jukebox bars you frequent
{They're} the safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want
'Cause you are everything I'm not
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way
My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit, it talks
It says, "You, oh, you are so cool."
Scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red
You hollow out my hungry eyes
You hollow out my hungry eyes
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)
{I bite my tongue. I take my time and}
I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
I'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far...
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badlyIn the worst way (worst way)
I'm gonna make damn sure
I just wanna break you down so badly
I just wanna break you down so badly (damn sure)
In the worst way (worst way)
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(play with my peepee)
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[22 Jun 2006|01:04pm] |
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Electric Six bay-bee |
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Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bell
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of hell
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire, It's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire, It's my desire
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
when we touch
when we touch, when we kiss
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
when we touch
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
when we touch, when we kiss
lover!
Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bell
Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of Hell
Gates of Hell
oh yeah... that's how I feel..
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(3 abusers | play with my peepee)
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[25 Nov 2005|06:58pm] |
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Stay Fly - Three Six Mafia |
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SPOOGE ALL OVER THE GROUND!
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[16 Apr 2005|12:49pm] |
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If I have to listen to that new Gwen Stefani song one more time, I'm going to puke. It totally ruined my outlook on her, she's a hiphop thug yet she's a fucking cheerleader? Make up your mind...
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(5 abusers | play with my peepee)
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| A poem I got from work.. |
[19 Jan 2005|07:05pm] |
I Got Flowers Today
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first arguement last night,
and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
But I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said,
because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night he threw me into a wall and started to choke me,
it seemed like a nightmare, I couldn't believe it was real.
I woke up thismorning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night he beat me up again, it was worse than all the other times.
If I leave him what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids? What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today, and today was a special day.
It was my funeral.
Last night he finally killed me... he beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough strength to leave him,
I would not have gotten flowers today.
It's pretty powerful... the truth is that a woman will get severely beaten by her boyfriend/husband 7 times before she finally leaves him. On average.
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(5 abusers | play with my peepee)
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| There once was a man named Spam... |
[26 Oct 2004|11:36pm] |
I might be getting canned.
IN OTHER NEWS...
I deleted a bunch of people and I messaged a bunch of new people because some of the people on here are plain BORING ASS. HEH... no offense...
I modified my journal to look like my old one.
No worries, I'm no pokemon, I won't peekachu!
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(6 abusers | play with my peepee)
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| Tucker Max, oh god. |
[29 Sep 2004|12:00am] |
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Shooting Star - Bad Company |
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My hero;
Him "I bet you've already slept with a man."
Tucker "Alright, come on man--I invented Tucker Max Drunk, but not even Tucker Max Drunk makes you switch teams."
Him "How many women have you been with?"
Tucker "I don't know, about [number]."
Him "Oh yeah, I bet you've fucked a man."
Tucker [Getting obviously frustrated] "How??"
Him "I have three words for you: Post Op Transsexual."
It took three seconds for the full meaning and significance of that statement to filter through my drunken brain. Then came the first stage of loss: Denial.
Tucker "What? Get the fuck out of here. I've never fucked one of those."
Him "You wouldn't know."
Tucker "Man, give me some credit."
Him "Have you ever slept with a woman who told you she couldn't naturally lubricate, that she had to use KY?"
Oh no.
Tucker "Well...yeah...two, actually."
Him "Uh-huh."
Tucker "No. No way. Stacey was one, I went to college with her, she was definitely a woman. Everything about her was woman. And she was like 17 when we fucked. You can't be post-op that young."
Him "Probably not. What about the other one?"
Please no…
Tucker "Uhhh, I met her in Miami..."
Him "What did she do?"
Tucker "She was a stripper."
Him "Did she have fake tits?"
Tucker "Yes."
This isn’t happening. He is fucking with me.
Tucker "No, man, she was not a fucking man. She didn't have an Adams apple."
Him "That is a two hour outpatient surgery. Easily done. Cheap too."
Tucker "But it was...she had a pussy. IT FELT LIKE A PUSSY."
Him "Surgery is amazing these days. She probably even had a clit.”
WHAT THE FUCK??
Tucker "But she was soft. Her skin I mean. She felt like a girl."
Him "You're smart. You know what large amounts of estrogen do to the male body, don't you?"
Tucker “But what about her voice? She didn’t sound like those absurd trannies on Springer.”
Him “Estrogen. And maybe even vocal chord surgery. It would make sense if she has a lucrative stripping or escorting gig to protect.”
I just stood there, too shocked to move, trying to recall every detail about her to refute his argument.
Tucker “Wait, wait, wait…”
Him “She gave great head, didn’t she?”
Tucker “She was a stripper! They give head for a living!”
THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.
Him "Was she tall? Taller than you?”
Tucker "Yeah, but I’ve dated lots of girls who were taller than me.”
Him "But I bet none of them had hands as big as hers."
I AM GOING TO VOMIT.
Him "Did you have anal sex with her?"
Tucker "Yeah."
Him "You ever had anal sex with other girls?"
Tucker "Yeah."
Him "Felt a little different with her, didn't it?"
Oh dear merciful Jesus.
He was right. I distinctly remember that.
Tucker "FUCK THIS!! NO FUCKING WAY THAT I FUCKED A MAN!!"
Him "I think you did."
Tucker "SHUT UP SHUT UP--I CAN'T BE HEARING THIS!!!"
Him "Don't feel bad, this happens to lots of guys. You'd be shocked."
Tucker "OH MOTHERFUCK!! NO WAY. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION!! WHAT IN DEAR GOD IS HAPPENING??? I DID NOT FUCK A FAKE WOMAN!"
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[21 Sep 2004|12:35pm] |
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Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx |
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Bubblegum pudding...
I haven't tried the Cotton Candy one yet, but I think I found a new love.
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