Are we the last living souls?
Little to some of your knowledge my computer has been busted. Capunk. Mother fucking shit. Well it is fixed now. And because of such good wealth I would like to sing a hymn.
You're on time for the bus driver right?
Well due to my long absence and because my utter lazieness/uninterest in posting from before I'll present to you this post 3 videos featuring non other then Boonkasket. You should know by now his are by far the best so you get nothing but tonight folks.
Well it has been the same shit different day as per usual. Nothing new or exciting has really taken place. Just another week, people got stabbed, weed was smoked, class was shit, work sucks and Shaunee is great.
The way my computer broke was this. I have most of my current hard drive spaced filled, however i have a blank 120gig HD sitting around. So i finally got around to switching the drives out and doing what i needed to do. Well after i did that everything went to shit. Windows wouldnt load up and it said some shit about a file being fucked. So then i had to wait a couple of days to get an XP cd to try and correct the fucking error. Well the one i got didnt work. Shit to that. Pat burnt me another and when i finally got ahold of it to use it turns out he didnt burn it with boot priority. Well a couple days after that Pat and Alan both give me real version of XP. Those dont work either. Huzzah. It came to the point where we threw my master drive in Alans pc and copied over the corrupted file. The End. Oh, and after it was fixed i tried switching the drives liek i originally wanted, and then my pc wont recognize the hd. The The End.
Now on a more serious note. I need to talk to you all about. In 2008, when you go to the polls to vote, there shall be only one candidate in all of your minds. Michael "Boonkasket" Zanghi. He shall be the light to lead us away from Bush's tyranny. There can be only one. And that one is Zanghi.
Do you know what a wet hooker feels like? Mike Zanghi does. And its cold.
With knowledge such as this, who could deny his ability to lead a country out of debt and into prosperity. Such sagistic knowledge will break our chains and free us! With him we shall succeed! Vote Zanghi.
Look at those magic fingers. Moving up and moving down. You want those magic fingers on your face. Its ok to admit. He'll do it for you too. Just vote Mike.
With Him as our president he will bring back Jazz Hands. Do you want to live in a world with out jazz hands? If you answered yes or maybe you're a fucking terrorist. Jazz Hands for president.
This. Well.... DEATH TO THE NIGGER LIPPERS
I am not a crook.
Later Days
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
it smells so sweet
"Well, like, the first time i tried it i didnt think i'd become addicted. I was at this totally hot guys house for a party and these girls like, offered me some. After that it was like shopping in the mall and finding out your credit card is maxed out. It like totally got worse from there. I started like, stealing and selling my body just to get my day to day fix. My other friends would break into animal shelters and totally make off like bandits. It wasn't until, i like found a picture of Rupert, my doggy from when i was young that i checked myself into rehab..."
You've just read an actual testimony of a recovering puppy-crack head. Puppy-Crack is a serious drug and will ruin your life. And good friends dont let friends smoke puppies.
This message paid for by the Coallition to Keep Kids off Puppy-Crack
So how bout that puppy crack eh?
The weekend was fantasmagictaculuextroidenesss. Yup. That spells marijuana if you're good.
The drive up to PA was nice and easy. Minus the shitty ass weather it was a gooood drive. Shiva and I said hello to pennsylvania as soon as we crossed the border. Revo, smokin' bowls state to state. Upon arriving on the road which the campus is on I see Einstein and (soon to be introduced)Tristan on my side of the road pointing at me to go left. Some quick manuvering and a near accident later those two run up and jump in the car and we venture forth to Daves dorm.
Went there and dropped off me stuff and then started the evening. We decided to go blaze in Tristans room. This will, with in 2 paragraphs become a hugely repetitive statement. There I met Matt and introduced to two of them to Mushi. Two more victims claimed. After some milling about we tried to go to the first concert on our agenda. Much to our dismay, we got lost. Upon calling the box office we find we are a few streets and blocks away from where we want to be and the fucking show is sold out. With our detest we sought ease from the good dunsparce in the woods off campus. We dicked around with video games till Tristan got back from his evening endeavors, whence forth we blazed in his room.
The next day begins and Dave lost his fucking key. He searched for it in the room with my help for about 10 minutes then had to depart to his woman. His leaving words were to check the floor "and in shoes". Aftering working up from the floor, to all compartments of the desk, to the desk istelf, i found the key. In front of the printer. Under a fucking CD he lost 5 times during the weekend. I wanted to hurt him but im too use to it. I also had a chance to talk to Daves room mate, who he never talks too. When i say never, you won't hear a room more silent. Hahaha, i found that to be a highlight of the trip in retrospec.
After i got the stupid key i went out front for a stoge. But when i went to go back in there was a new security guard then the two i met. And i am some random kid with no ID who happens to have a key. Hahaha. It was at this point i found out Dave is pimpin it greatly with all the security guards in his building. Dropping his name and the situation i got by with ease. Mac Daddy Dave, watch out.
You know i dont remember the sequence of what happened but i almost positive we smoked in tristans room, got food and did the latter again. From there we went unto the city. Our first stop was Wonderland. If you are some way daves friend or see him randomly you should have a business card for them. I wasn't too impressed. Nice stuff, but every head shop has nice pieces. The more artsy and expensive ones were nice, however the only real plus this one had is it diffusers and diffuser stems of all sorts and sizes. I ended up getting a pack of gloves and a lighter. Meh. Afterwards we walked god knows how far to get a cheese steak from the "best" place in philly. Well the line for it was about a fucking hour. An hour. So that alone said it had to be good. However, thats all it was. Good. Not great, or awesome or orgasmic. Good. Vinnies shits alllllll over them so hard. Dont fucking go there unless it has no crowd cause i assure you its not worth the wait. You can get a fucking better one down the street from me, for a buck cheaper, and have it in under 10 minutes. 5 if its not busy.
After that i hit up Condom Kingdom and got shaunee a gift. Its a small growable penis. You know the shit you used to get as a kid that would grow to however many times the size. Well hers grows to 100x. Bitches.
From there we walked, once again god knows how far to get to the Trocadero. Somewhere along the line Tristan parted ways with us. Upon entry they wouldnt let dave bring his titanium spork in. He had to leave it in a bin outside. And the guards failed to find the 1/8 on me. It was a win and a loss. The concert was ok. Scar Symmetry was bleh and a half. Into Eternity was good, we smoked with them by the way. The Haunted was alright and i was smoking with into eternity during dark tranquility. The way that happened, Einstein was was waiting near the door he saw the band members come in and out of and the singer from Into Eternity came out, reeking of reefer as it turns out, and dave went over to talk to him and smelled it on him like the basset hound he is. Long story short marijuana is the great equalizer. Back at campus we spent the remainder of our night in tristans room smoking and hanging with assorted peoples.
Next day we woke tristan up and greeted him with shive packed, held to his mouth, and lit for him whilst he was in bed. Then we met up with kelly and got some foodage. Turns out dave remains the same in lunchroom there as he did in highskool. Its comforting to know some things never change. After that we packed and got our shit together for back home.
The End
You've just read an actual testimony of a recovering puppy-crack head. Puppy-Crack is a serious drug and will ruin your life. And good friends dont let friends smoke puppies.
This message paid for by the Coallition to Keep Kids off Puppy-Crack
So how bout that puppy crack eh?
The weekend was fantasmagictaculuextroidenesss. Yup. That spells marijuana if you're good.
The drive up to PA was nice and easy. Minus the shitty ass weather it was a gooood drive. Shiva and I said hello to pennsylvania as soon as we crossed the border. Revo, smokin' bowls state to state. Upon arriving on the road which the campus is on I see Einstein and (soon to be introduced)Tristan on my side of the road pointing at me to go left. Some quick manuvering and a near accident later those two run up and jump in the car and we venture forth to Daves dorm.
Went there and dropped off me stuff and then started the evening. We decided to go blaze in Tristans room. This will, with in 2 paragraphs become a hugely repetitive statement. There I met Matt and introduced to two of them to Mushi. Two more victims claimed. After some milling about we tried to go to the first concert on our agenda. Much to our dismay, we got lost. Upon calling the box office we find we are a few streets and blocks away from where we want to be and the fucking show is sold out. With our detest we sought ease from the good dunsparce in the woods off campus. We dicked around with video games till Tristan got back from his evening endeavors, whence forth we blazed in his room.
The next day begins and Dave lost his fucking key. He searched for it in the room with my help for about 10 minutes then had to depart to his woman. His leaving words were to check the floor "and in shoes". Aftering working up from the floor, to all compartments of the desk, to the desk istelf, i found the key. In front of the printer. Under a fucking CD he lost 5 times during the weekend. I wanted to hurt him but im too use to it. I also had a chance to talk to Daves room mate, who he never talks too. When i say never, you won't hear a room more silent. Hahaha, i found that to be a highlight of the trip in retrospec.
After i got the stupid key i went out front for a stoge. But when i went to go back in there was a new security guard then the two i met. And i am some random kid with no ID who happens to have a key. Hahaha. It was at this point i found out Dave is pimpin it greatly with all the security guards in his building. Dropping his name and the situation i got by with ease. Mac Daddy Dave, watch out.
You know i dont remember the sequence of what happened but i almost positive we smoked in tristans room, got food and did the latter again. From there we went unto the city. Our first stop was Wonderland. If you are some way daves friend or see him randomly you should have a business card for them. I wasn't too impressed. Nice stuff, but every head shop has nice pieces. The more artsy and expensive ones were nice, however the only real plus this one had is it diffusers and diffuser stems of all sorts and sizes. I ended up getting a pack of gloves and a lighter. Meh. Afterwards we walked god knows how far to get a cheese steak from the "best" place in philly. Well the line for it was about a fucking hour. An hour. So that alone said it had to be good. However, thats all it was. Good. Not great, or awesome or orgasmic. Good. Vinnies shits alllllll over them so hard. Dont fucking go there unless it has no crowd cause i assure you its not worth the wait. You can get a fucking better one down the street from me, for a buck cheaper, and have it in under 10 minutes. 5 if its not busy.
After that i hit up Condom Kingdom and got shaunee a gift. Its a small growable penis. You know the shit you used to get as a kid that would grow to however many times the size. Well hers grows to 100x. Bitches.
From there we walked, once again god knows how far to get to the Trocadero. Somewhere along the line Tristan parted ways with us. Upon entry they wouldnt let dave bring his titanium spork in. He had to leave it in a bin outside. And the guards failed to find the 1/8 on me. It was a win and a loss. The concert was ok. Scar Symmetry was bleh and a half. Into Eternity was good, we smoked with them by the way. The Haunted was alright and i was smoking with into eternity during dark tranquility. The way that happened, Einstein was was waiting near the door he saw the band members come in and out of and the singer from Into Eternity came out, reeking of reefer as it turns out, and dave went over to talk to him and smelled it on him like the basset hound he is. Long story short marijuana is the great equalizer. Back at campus we spent the remainder of our night in tristans room smoking and hanging with assorted peoples.
Next day we woke tristan up and greeted him with shive packed, held to his mouth, and lit for him whilst he was in bed. Then we met up with kelly and got some foodage. Turns out dave remains the same in lunchroom there as he did in highskool. Its comforting to know some things never change. After that we packed and got our shit together for back home.
The End
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
This is too good
Hoke: Hey pete you busy?
Me: Go to hell.
Hoke: Dude im not askin for any favors, i know the thing with shaun and nothing i say is gonna fix that but i figured you would know better about return rates on dvds. I'm in some debt and trying to get out.
Me: I hear whale oil fetches a high price. So why not ask Gil to help?
Hoke: Hope i dont run into you.. That was uncalled for.. And ill break your face if you do it again. Id remakr about shaun but she hasnt fucked me over unlike some.
Me: Hahahahaha. You know whats uncalled for? Breaking into seaworld to get a girlfriend.
Hoke: If your life actually held any meaning anymore that might bother me.. Give shaun a kiss for me though.
Me: Hahahahahahaha. THat come back is almost as pathetic as your life. I'll give shaun a kiss for you if you'll part with a pair of your sisters underwear. We all know you steal them.
Hoke: Yes and we all know your girlfriend can't stand you so its all good then faggot.
Me: Yo tell me where you found a whooly manmouth in this day and age and got it to date you? Beastiality is illegal man.
Hoke: You must find yourself amusing cause thats really all your entertaining.
Me: Nah, i got a room full of people laughing their ass off at you.(The room was John, Jeff, Myself, Rob, and Lynn)
Hoke: Not anyone of any consequence i'm sure.
Me: Haha only the longest lasting crea that you had in your life. And now we sit together in laughter at how pathetic you are.
Hoke: Yeah my crew... A lying backstabber, his slut girlfriend, a horn dog hippie, and you? Yeah such great friends.
Me: And then there's you, an incest loving whale fucker who creeps out everyone he meets.
Hoke: Ok getting a hard on yet?And no then there wouldnt be me cause all you immature underevolved apes dropped me liek a bag full of oregano. And over what i still have no clue.
Me: (coup de grace) We dun dont take kindly to the whale fucking like round here. It's unnatuarl getting all excited about blubbery whale vaginas.
Hoke: Cause your boys little cock slut wasnt her best friend and didnt want in her pants...(not a clue what the fuck this means but yeah) So go ahead laugh all you want cause it dont mean shit anymore.
Me: The tears making it that hard to think
Hoke: No but the lack of interset is. Considering you've yet to make an original remark its just not mentall stimulating anymore.
Ok the originality remark through me off there. I just stared at the phone going "what? what? what? lack of originality? what?" Then i gained some composure and through some originality at him.
Me:You want originality? How bout Gilzilla? Gilbert? Gilbertha? Orca the Giller Whale? Free Gilly? I think you chose the wrong person to challenge to a game of wits. Consider yourself thoroughly owned. And then some.
Hoke: Ok so you're still taking cheap shots at my whalefriend... i thought you were going for originality.
Hahahah. After that i just let it die because it was obvious he wasnt even trying to defend himself at that point.
Thats all for now. Expect videos and pictures soon.
Later Days
Me: Go to hell.
Hoke: Dude im not askin for any favors, i know the thing with shaun and nothing i say is gonna fix that but i figured you would know better about return rates on dvds. I'm in some debt and trying to get out.
Me: I hear whale oil fetches a high price. So why not ask Gil to help?
Hoke: Hope i dont run into you.. That was uncalled for.. And ill break your face if you do it again. Id remakr about shaun but she hasnt fucked me over unlike some.
Me: Hahahahaha. You know whats uncalled for? Breaking into seaworld to get a girlfriend.
Hoke: If your life actually held any meaning anymore that might bother me.. Give shaun a kiss for me though.
Me: Hahahahahahaha. THat come back is almost as pathetic as your life. I'll give shaun a kiss for you if you'll part with a pair of your sisters underwear. We all know you steal them.
Hoke: Yes and we all know your girlfriend can't stand you so its all good then faggot.
Me: Yo tell me where you found a whooly manmouth in this day and age and got it to date you? Beastiality is illegal man.
Hoke: You must find yourself amusing cause thats really all your entertaining.
Me: Nah, i got a room full of people laughing their ass off at you.(The room was John, Jeff, Myself, Rob, and Lynn)
Hoke: Not anyone of any consequence i'm sure.
Me: Haha only the longest lasting crea that you had in your life. And now we sit together in laughter at how pathetic you are.
Hoke: Yeah my crew... A lying backstabber, his slut girlfriend, a horn dog hippie, and you? Yeah such great friends.
Me: And then there's you, an incest loving whale fucker who creeps out everyone he meets.
Hoke: Ok getting a hard on yet?And no then there wouldnt be me cause all you immature underevolved apes dropped me liek a bag full of oregano. And over what i still have no clue.
Me: (coup de grace) We dun dont take kindly to the whale fucking like round here. It's unnatuarl getting all excited about blubbery whale vaginas.
Hoke: Cause your boys little cock slut wasnt her best friend and didnt want in her pants...(not a clue what the fuck this means but yeah) So go ahead laugh all you want cause it dont mean shit anymore.
Me: The tears making it that hard to think
Hoke: No but the lack of interset is. Considering you've yet to make an original remark its just not mentall stimulating anymore.
Ok the originality remark through me off there. I just stared at the phone going "what? what? what? lack of originality? what?" Then i gained some composure and through some originality at him.
Me:You want originality? How bout Gilzilla? Gilbert? Gilbertha? Orca the Giller Whale? Free Gilly? I think you chose the wrong person to challenge to a game of wits. Consider yourself thoroughly owned. And then some.
Hoke: Ok so you're still taking cheap shots at my whalefriend... i thought you were going for originality.
Hahahah. After that i just let it die because it was obvious he wasnt even trying to defend himself at that point.
Thats all for now. Expect videos and pictures soon.
Later Days
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
beyond the deafening hum
I am just the allmighty evil doer in this life. When something goes wrong or i do not follow pace with everyone i am the immediate cause of hate. When others falter it is not so bad, however if i tread in the exact same path the shit hits the fan. It's ok to hate me because i am the bad guy in life. Just jump on the bandwagon like everyone else. No one has ever treated me with the respect and reverance they give others. Not one. That is why when the wolrd is ending, i will be the one causing it. When everything is fucking over i will be the one who ended it because i am the piece of shit who ruins worlds. I'm some one who can just be tossed aside with out a second thought. Who the fuck cares about the antagonist? Espically in your own life. No one. And trust me, it has shown through every single soul i've had the displeasure of thinking was good enough to call a friend. None of you are spared from my hate.
Who is going to be left for you to shift blame to and to throw away when i am gone?
All of you are fucking worthless.
Who is going to be left for you to shift blame to and to throw away when i am gone?
All of you are fucking worthless.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Phallus
The Nintendo DS. The pedophiles handheld of choice.
PAs response
" While driving on the highway, a child molester who is also driving might look into the back seat of your car and see your child using their DS back there. According to
this terrifying report, the child molester can then - while driving their car - produce a DS of their own and utilize it to divine your home address. You will recall that he is driving on the highway at speeds approaching sixty miles an hour. One hand is on the wheel and the other is managing the gearbox. Thus, there can be no question.
He is entering these messages into the DS with his erect phallus.
The report isn't specific on this last point, but it's clearly present in the subtext. Pedophiles are writing messages to your kids using their dicks. "
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Orange Juice
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Beach Boys are dope!
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It is not a very realistic proposition to force a ten-year-old, who walks to school by himself, to walk in 6 inches of snow.
But that's why we have pedophiles! To help them get to school!
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Genome
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The bitch is dead now
Quote:
Originally Posted by Orange Juice
But that's why we have pedophiles! To help them get to school!
Making maps with the help of Pictochat to guide them right!
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Slithery
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The creature thus be born
Behold more smoke tricks!
PAs response
" While driving on the highway, a child molester who is also driving might look into the back seat of your car and see your child using their DS back there. According to
this terrifying report, the child molester can then - while driving their car - produce a DS of their own and utilize it to divine your home address. You will recall that he is driving on the highway at speeds approaching sixty miles an hour. One hand is on the wheel and the other is managing the gearbox. Thus, there can be no question.
He is entering these messages into the DS with his erect phallus.
The report isn't specific on this last point, but it's clearly present in the subtext. Pedophiles are writing messages to your kids using their dicks. "
Old Today, 12:07 AM
Orange Juice
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Beach Boys are dope!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mole
It is not a very realistic proposition to force a ten-year-old, who walks to school by himself, to walk in 6 inches of snow.
But that's why we have pedophiles! To help them get to school!
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Old Today, 04:40 AM
Genome
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The bitch is dead now
Quote:
Originally Posted by Orange Juice
But that's why we have pedophiles! To help them get to school!
Making maps with the help of Pictochat to guide them right!
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Genome
Old Today, 04:40 PM
Slithery
Slithery is online now
The creature thus be born
Behold more smoke tricks!
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