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Name: Pat
Location: Noodles, Guam
Birthday: 9/23/1984
Gender: Male


Interests: Gettin' slapped 'round by bitches
Expertise: Tellin' bitches what to do
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 12/3/2003

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Friday, May 18, 2007

So long house...?

So I was talking with the moms the other day, at my sister's graduation. And she's all like...yeah, we're moving to colorado...to my sister and dad and other sister and other people. So we all had a good laugh. Haha, chuckle, g'faw, what have you.

Anywho...so the moms is like...yesterday...well, last night actually...hey...are you gonna move with us when we go?
And I'm all WTF? R jo0 c-rius?

And apparently she was.

So...in the next month or two I will have a few options. 1 Move with my parents wherever they happen to move, be it waukeegan, lacrosse, or prehaps even somewheres in colorado... 2. find some place in the area on my own. 3. Become homeless and walk the streets of freedom.

here's hopin for #3!

what the fuck is up with that, huh?

That is all.


Wednesday, May 09, 2007

So...I'm in Madison...yeah.

Sven went for a walk thing.

I'll be here til saturday morning. Should be good times. Probably.

that taco bell's not sitting well in the stomach. Oh well.

so...you like...stuff?

I know you do.

so uh...big gulps aye? Well...see you later.


The End.


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Look Ma...I'm on pcp!

Forenote: If you are homosexual and/or ridiculously sympathetic and easily offended by terms such as fag and queer, don't read the post script. Kthxbi.

 

When we last left our hero, he was...tired. Guess what? He's still tired. As fudge.

 

I don't know how tired fudge is, but I'm making the assumption that fudge is very very tired. Which I assume you inferred from the "he's still tired" bit. And the last installment...in which it's clearly stated that fudge is extremely tired. Go ahead. Look it up. I'll wait.

...

It doesn't seem like you're looking. So I guess that means that you've concluded I am correct, or, (big or)...wait...OR... there we go. OR, you've grown weary of the balogna that is this...blog thingy...and moved else where. In either case, I'm disappointed in you. Very disappointed in you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Twice.

Um....shoes. I wear shoes occasionally. They're uncomfortable and I hate them. 'nuff said.

Pretty sure I'm bored as hell right now. And tired as hell. Again...I'm making an assumption. I don't actually know if hell is bored or tired. Check your manuals and get back to me on that.

I'm gonna type some random letters and see if they make a word. Here goes: t r o ...this is getting kind of good...contiuing on... u t h e a d.

apparently I randomly typed trouthead. Let's discuss. You first.

yes...interesting. No, I believe that the actual root of the word head is persian. Close enough. No, you sit on it. If you're going to turn this discussion into an arguement, I'm just going to block you out with my invisible walls of solitude. Well there's a roof now. Ass. It doesn't need a basment, it goes straight to the real floor. Seriously...if you're going to be a child, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. That's it...your speaking priveleges? Revoked. You're not allowed to talk until i envoke them. It is too a word. It means call out or something like that. Ok, you could have just used context clues and figured what I meant for yourself. Really now...

 

Is it weird that I make up conversations with people that don't exist? Yeah, I don't think so either. I mean...shit...I gotta talk to someone.

So I'm knee deep in the bitch, right? And...oh...sorry...kinda personal.

Have you ever wondered how make-up started to become popular? I bet it was a man. A genious man. A man who looked at a horsefaced woman and said, "Hey...I bet if you glob this stuff all over your face you'll actually be attractive enough to someone for them to bone you." So...I just realized I spelled genius wrong. And you know what? I'm not gonna change it. I'm gonna leave it like that for someone who is all nit-picky about spelling and grammar that it just pokes and pokes and pokes them in their minds til they go insane. MuhuahahahahahaaaaaI'm retarded.

You ever wonder where the term "nit-picky" came from? I do. I imagine it came from when people used to have to delouse people by hand instead of coating their craniums with poisonous gellies and foams. *sigh* those were the days.

...hrrm. I think there's something lacking in my posts. Give me  your opinions dammit. And then I can make fun of them here and laugh at you out...loud...in ones and zeros. Muhuahahahahaaa...

Seriously tho. Let me know if I'm boring. Cuz I'll stop. Or tell you to shut the fuck up and stop reading if you don't like it. And let me know if I'm awesome. Cuz even though I already think it, it'd be nice to have proof that other people agree with me about it. Fo sho.

 

Aaaaaand I'm spent. Twice. In yo face. biotch.

Go away.

 

 

P.S. I'm not actually on drugs mom...if you read this. Or police neither. And by that I mean I'm talking to the police...not denying my sexual encounters with the boys and or girls in blue. Or occasionally black. And then the weird county sheriff guys in that brownish color. Or girls. Guys or girls in that brownish color. And the stupid hats. Those things are so queer looking. And by queer I mean odd. Nothing to do with homosexuality or anything of that sort. I mean, if I was going to talk about homosexuals I'd say gays...or fags. One of the two. More likely fags tho. Just cuz I did some research on the word. heh...did you know that the term "flaming" when refering to homosexuals dates back to the middle ages? True story. Ask me about it sometime. Kind of funny. Moreso morbid. And mean. And really really not respectful of fags.

I'm done now. Promise.


Wednesday, March 21, 2007

purple Monkey Dish...woman.

These people on the television sound terrible. I really don't feel like listening to them anymore. Good. The moms changed the channel. Thank heaven.

So...I'm supposed to go to work in a few...hours? Yeah. That sounds right. I should probably leave at like 10...10:15...

I'm kinda tired. I didn't sleep very well last night. Some messed up dreams. A bunch of women I know pissed at me. Throwing things and trying to stab me a couple of times. You'd think they'd try to stab each other, right? But nooooo...they have to go after the guy.

I'm starting to think all women are crazy. And that people in the olden days had it figured out.

I mean...what?

So there was this guy I knew. He liked to do things. He was a pretty cool guy.

You caught me. I was that guy. Or...am that guy. Cuz I still like to do things. And I'm still pretty cool. Least I think so. Don't you?

...the moms is totally watching something on deaf people. I can't help but laugh. *hehe* good times. I haven't seen the D in a while. Maybe I'll give him a visit. And make fun of him for being deaf behind his back. or when he's not looking. Cuz he can read lips. It's kind of cool. I wish I could read lips. I'd be the coolest person ever. Actually...I already am the coolest person ever. Hrrm...it'd still be pretty neat.

It's almost 9 o'clock. Do you know where your child is?

I think I need to start drinking more. And by more I mean more often. Cuz  When I drink, I tend to drink to excess. Which probably isn't the best idea in the world. I think I'd be smarter if I did that. Because, although drinking kills brain cells, it kills the weak ones first, so your brain is more powerful. Or something. I think. The moral of the story is I need to start drinking more. Often. a least once a week. Maybe twice a week. or three or 7 times a week. I think I'll crack a couple when I get home from work today. Sounds like a good idea to me.

Does anyone wanna work for me? I don't really feel like working anymore. Ever. Seriously.

 

 

 

 

I'm so bored.

 

 

 

uugh........

 

 

Balls.

I'm done now, I promise.


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Strokin' the harbles...

So...you like...stuff?

I'm supposed to go to work pretty soon...I really don't want to, because Herbles is gonna be there, and to be honest, he's not the coolest person ever. I am. Seriously.

You know what? I don't really feel like typing right now. I need a program that I can just say things into it, and have it typed up on the screen all fancy and junk. That'd be so cool. I'd totally be willing to pay like...9.95 for it. Honest.

So...I'm still looking for someone to give me blowjobs. Hasn't really been a fruitful search as of late. It's pretty depressing to be honest, but meh...I'm sure I'll get over it.

I cut my hair a couple days ago. Then I went to a professional hair cutter. She asked if I got into a fight with a razor. I told her to suck my dick. She didn't. Then she cut my hair. She wasn't really that attractive. I probably won't go back to her. She doesn't deserve to cut my hair.

Um................................................

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......................yeah.

So uh...big gulps huh? Welp...see ya later.

hmm...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still not ready.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The end.

Sorry for the disappointment.



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