<$BlogRSDUrl$>

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

HOW'S THIS FOR PRODUCTIVE USE OF BRAIN POWER??

We buy out Alcatraz (afterall, it's just been sitting there for years abandoned and haunted).
And we convert it into a bed-and-breakfast...to which we send all of the recalled governors to work as bell hops??

I mean, "The Governator" may be just a dumb sex-offender, but he is strong...we can't deny him that...
And he would be good at lifting heavy luggage...

DING!!!!

Comments:
You think you're so goddamn smart
Your friends' posts don't scare me
If I saw you somewhere ringing a bell, I would wonder why you were so fucked up...But then the answer would come to me...oh, yeah, you're just being you.
 
People, it's my party
People, it's my house
It's me who makes the rules

If you cannot stand the heat,
Leave your torches in the hall
It's me who makes the rules
 
I don't really see the point in constantly harrassing Debbie about what she posts and what she does. She has as much right to post what she feels as you do to comment on it. What I don't understand is what is it getting you? What exactly are you achieving? We get it you don't like Debbie, you don't think she's funny, your complaint has been noted. Why you feel the need to constantly comment or bother reading her posts is beyond me. Personally if there is something that I don't agree with or am not amused by that I come across I forget about it and move on. You've read it. You don't like it. You've made your opinon known more than once. It's time to move on.
 
Frankly bitch, you should be scared! If you are not scared, you are stupid. Apparantly you KNOW who you are dealing with and still want to antagonize us. Some of your posts are comical, I'll give you that. However I continue to wonder WHY do you continue to post?
 
You stupid mother fucking little bitch...
I'm learning how to break boards this summer...you better pray that I don't ever find out who you are or you going to be really fucking sorry...
 
how the fuck are you going to learn to break boards? you're always drunk and whoring around.
 
Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?