This was taken from somewhere else on the internet but I feel this guys pain.
"This baffles my mind like how do you even pull this off? how can you be a grown person and not know how to aim your asshole?
what baffles my mind more is that they presumably wipe their ass but cant clean up the full turd they left on the seat? what baffles my mind even more is how and why they dont realize that they just left some fresh doodoo on the seat. I dunno about you but i always do an about face after i flush to make sure all my shit went down.
One day ill find one of these filthy fucks leaving their skid mark of terror on the seat and im gonna yoke them up by the neck and smash there face into the seat they just shit like a dog being potty trained and then rip out their heart like the last of the mohicans"
Monday, March 24, 2008
"Friends"
My legs felt like dead weight this morning. I thought it might be the big bag that I was carrying but then when I got off my bike, it felt like I was wearing weights on my feet. I hate those mornings when the ride feel like 100 miles against 70 MPH winds.
This weekend was the worst for any types of transportation. Saturday was the Resurrection Alley Cat. I heard downtown early to get my medication from Bartels. After I got my pills, I headed to Capital Hill and I blew a tire. I have three extra tubes; no big deal. I changed the tire and started up again. Then I blew another tire and this time the bike bucked me off. So, I proceed to change the tire again. 2 tubes in 2 minutes.
The race was cool. I got my egg with the manifest and decided to go downtown to hit the first check point. As I'm speeding down Pine, I get another fucking flat. Well, I had run out of tubes, so I walked my bike home. As I'm walking, I can barley hold the frame because I'm shaking with anger.
Didn't even hit one check point.
Any ways, later on that night, while dropping off friends I got another fucking flat. This time in my car.
So it really wasn't my day. I successfully got to work without any trouble (besides feeling like shit and drained.)
Though I did some someone get thrown from a car this weekend on a busy corner of a downtown street. It was nuts, the car ran the light and his another car too. Shit was wild.
This weekend was the worst for any types of transportation. Saturday was the Resurrection Alley Cat. I heard downtown early to get my medication from Bartels. After I got my pills, I headed to Capital Hill and I blew a tire. I have three extra tubes; no big deal. I changed the tire and started up again. Then I blew another tire and this time the bike bucked me off. So, I proceed to change the tire again. 2 tubes in 2 minutes.
The race was cool. I got my egg with the manifest and decided to go downtown to hit the first check point. As I'm speeding down Pine, I get another fucking flat. Well, I had run out of tubes, so I walked my bike home. As I'm walking, I can barley hold the frame because I'm shaking with anger.
Didn't even hit one check point.
Any ways, later on that night, while dropping off friends I got another fucking flat. This time in my car.
So it really wasn't my day. I successfully got to work without any trouble (besides feeling like shit and drained.)
Though I did some someone get thrown from a car this weekend on a busy corner of a downtown street. It was nuts, the car ran the light and his another car too. Shit was wild.
Friday, March 14, 2008
E-Update
I really need to update my Ipod. I've realized that every time I put it on shuffle, it comes on a song/artist that makes me want to destroy my computer screen.
Hate. Anger. Rage.
Hate. Anger. Rage.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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