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YOU KNOW HOW WE DO...

 


PEOPLE THAT I HATE AND WHY I HATE THEM:

EVERYdays Contestant: 

PARIS HILTON

If I could smite 3 people, anyone i wanted, and damn them all to eternal hell, i would smite Paris Hilton all 3 times. It's unbeleivable how much I hate you. I mean, why are you famous again? Oh yea, because your daddys little trustfund. Nice work!  That education did you real well. slut. your not a fucking "buisness woman and a brand" like your qouted saying. your recycled ideas and trash molded into a pile of bullshit by businessmen and brands. And as much as you love saying "thats hot", your fucking hit.  Your nose looks like a flamingo's beak, your lips are cock-eyed, and your cheek bones stick out twice are far as your forehead and jaw.  And that's just the looks baby, lets not forget your voice that sounds like a transgendered robot.  Cant wait to hear your album, (i mean the computer's voice filter manufacturing album).  I'm excited to read your cleverlly thought out lyrics about how hard it is to be you. (and when i say "your", im referring to the 30yr old dudes that write them for you). I'm so glad you say your "trying to build an empire", cause when you try to, another dumb hollywood whore is gonna take your "crown" and your empire is gonna be nothing but scraps and whatever the fuck else is leftover from your undeserving money.  You think your the "closest thing to American royalty", but really your the closest thing to a perfect representation of materialism and advertised propaganda in America.  How about this, instead of flaunting around your 980karat materialistic bullshit to the world on the the MTV video awards and buying your own porn, donate some fucking money to a fucking cause you selfish bitch.  Oh but wait... i forgot... your all about that... i remember your "rock the vote" campaign.  But shit, you forgot your not even fucking registered to vote! HA! Bottom line, your nothing but a narcissisictic hooker who dosn't deserve a dime your dad gives you.  I can't wait till you start going broke and resort to posing nude in Playboy and "accidently" release more sex tapes and pictures to regain your tabloid status as the biggest hoe on earth next to tara reid only to be used as jack off material for nasty old slobs who don't know shit from shit.  Congratulations.


THIS JUST IN... APRIL 4, 2006

**EVERYTHING IS NEW... enjoy browseing our spring break that kicked west coast ass so hardcore.

oh and for all you newbs, if you look at one of my pages and it looks the same even though i said it was different, hit the "REFRESH" button at the top of your newbie screen.


**!!!!!! YO CHECK IT !!!!!!! Me and my main men Matt, Jeff, Nank, Keith and Scott Alexander are gonna be kickin it in the OBX North Carolina all summer working at the surf shops and skate park. We've got our own apt's on the beach, so please for the love of god come and visit us.


*this is sadly the last quarter a lot of us will be spending as OU students. Alumni status is approaching. i dont know what to say about this other than god dammit, when the fuck did we become seniors. shit.

**another btw, check out samer's website: http://www.aleoproductions.com he does amazing fucking work, which i can vouche for because me and katie are in the perfume add on the front page. enjoy

OTHER SLIGHTLY UNIMPORTANT NEWS


i just found out that cats can get feline AIDS. apparently, whore-ism a species-wide problem.


brian doesnt feed the snake anymore. and when he tries, it dosnt eat, so we let the mice go outside. and im sure they come right back in. which would explain the rat shit in every drawer and cuboard in the kitchen.


R.I.P. And the Sun Went Out... http://www.andthesundwentout.com



 

 

INSPECTOR SNAKESKIN'S BODY COUNT

For those of you who don't know, we have a snake and we feed him rats and mice. these were their names, god rest their souls... 


Ralph, Mr. X, Fifel

Raul (MIA), Mr. Plumpkins

Schmeibert, Pigglesnout Plumpkins (MIA)

Captain Brownstumps, General Poopy Pants

Cadet Brownsberry and Houdini Nuts (freed)

Griblet (KIA), Dale Earnheart

Picachu (KIA), Dick Petty, Jump Truck

Sit the Fuck Down (MIA), Joe Doe

Sally Struthers, The Enron Disaster,

Rat Van Winkel, Misery,

oreo, fuzzasaurus, milatto, nank, ds danger mouse, blue, is the color of your energy, daisy scareface, skulltron and charlie murphy all sacraficed their lives for the inspectathon. thanks bitches.

 


 


 

“Coming Home from Costa Rica: My fun weekend”

By Christopher E. Theibert

 

Ready, set, go -

         so Friday I was supposed to get on a plane and fly back to America but im flying standby because its free so I can only get on a plane if theres an open seat and luckily there are 4 open seats but unluckily theres 5 toolbags flying standby ahead of me who take my seats so now I have to get back in a taxi cab and go back to san jose and stay in another hostel while all my friends go back to America without me, I stay at the hostel and wake up at 530 and take a cab back to the airport where I finally get on a plane and land in dallas texas where I have 3 chances to connect to a flight back to Columbus. I wait 2 hrs running from gate to gate as the 5pm flight turns to 630 where I wait till 7 for the muslim to tell me its full so I have 10min to run to terminal C which is 937light years away, so I get there and try to make the 730flight, but when I get there im greeted by a sign that says “no standby seats available” so I say fuck and now have to try and make the 9pm flight which is all the way  back in terminal b where I started, so I get there, my brother coincidentaly just flew into dallas out of florida so he finds me, we wait till 930 to hear that the plane is full too, so the only way for us to get home is too take a plane into Dayton the next morning at 630am so we get cots from the airport people, and sleep in terminal b. obviously, my cot was broken and would only stand on the ground in the shape of a V, so I sleep with my head and feet in the air and my ass on the ground, get about 2hrs of sleep, get on the Dayton flight the next morning, my dad picks me up at 10, I get home at 1130. I go to get my bag but oh wait its not in the car is sitting at the cinibon in Dayton airport so I alsmot throw up, get in my car, drive back an hour and 15min to Dayton airport where I just was, get my bag, come back, almost die 10times doing it, get home, leave for ou at 730, help bens mom put on a spare tire in logan, and finally get home at 10. wtf. My streak of bad luck has just begun.

Thanks life

 

Love, your worst enemy



NUMBER OF TIMES PEOPLE AT THIS SCHOOL HAVE CALLED US "THE WEIRD KIDS"...

14555

and that is how we roll

 


 
   
 

yea i made this shit said chris