Thursday, July 30, 2009

Warning: Some Profanity

Mother fucking, cock sucking, low life baby raping, after birth eating, ass licking, ball twisting, piece of shit, scrotum slobbing, son of a bitch, turd in a fucking fish bowl. I now have liquid nuts.

So much shit has happened, if I was to list it all, nobody would fucking believe so much bad shit could happen to one person in such a small amount of time.

Every body's life should be doing just fine. God is concentrating all His wrath on me. I have definitive proof God hates me.

I'm switching my religion to Voodoo and not just your average Voodoo either. I'm switching to FUCKING Voodoo.

Friday, July 24, 2009

I'm Done

Just took another shot to the nuts.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Breaking Point

Somebody famous once said something about the measure of a man is not how often he gets knocked down but how often he gets back up. Or something along those lines.

What this famous person didn't take into consideration, was the fact that when life knocks you down sometimes the world stomps on your nuts. If the world stomps on your nuts long enough then no matter how hard you try, you ain't gettin back up.

My nuts resemble smashed potatoes.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Hey World

FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. AND FUCK YOU.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Spanish Moon

My youngest son (T3) has a great sense of humor. His delivery is always right on time and flawless. He will sit for hours and never say a word then suddenly out of left field he'll hit you.

I was going to do some laundry (women's work) and I wanted him to gather the dirty towels and some hangers for me.

Trash: "T3. I need a couple of things."
T3: "What? A hooker and an eight ball?"
Trash: "Damn it. Now I need four things."
T3: "Let me guess. Three hookers and an eight ball?"

Funny fuckin' kid.


I got a call from an unknown number yesterday. I said hello and waited through five seconds of silence. Just as I said FUCK YOU and got ready to hang up I heard a woman say hello. If this was you and I know you then I'm sorry about that. If I don't know you, then.... well FUCK YOU.


Speaking of phone calls. My number is going away (long boring story). I have a new number waiting. If you have my number and want the new one email me. If you don't have my number email me. And any ladies out there that just want to talk dirty to me and guess where my other hand is, email me.

It's nekkid time again. Keep on keeping on.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Nekkid Truth

I like being naked. I love being naked. I would be naked all the time if I could. There are two problems with this.

1. I have seen me naked. It ain't pretty. Regardless of the fact that all women find me attractive, I still know it ain't pretty. Maybe it's my rugged good looks or my charm or my wit and personality that turns the women on, it however ain't my body. It could be the fact that I'm all man or the lightning bolt on my winky. There's no understanding women, they are after all women.

B. The other problem is. I like to touch myself. If I was naked all the time I wouldn't get much done. I would be too busy choking my monkey. So I always have some kind of pants on even when I'm alone in the house. Like right now. This would be a good time to be nekkid.

Gotta go.