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4月24日 an illusion:hey guys (and girls),
here is an illusion for you:
if you look really carefully,
after a few seconds..
you'll be able to see toronto's CN tower
in the background.
"lol"
my name is 'Rusty Shackleford',
and... boooooobs!!!!!!!!
"p.s."
[help brad, signing up gives him $$$]
{sign up, click the activation email, no spam} 4月17日 pick up the effin popcan, man.today we talk about;
completely casual litterers.
if there's something in their hands that they don't need, they simply drop it where ever they're standing as though it's completely natural.
the guy's hand rises to his mouth with his pepsi can..,
he takes a sip,
then he lowers his hand.
then he raises the can to his mouth again,
drinks the last.. few drops,
then lowers his hand just as naturally as before,
but this time when the hand reaches the bottom,
it relaxes and the can simply falls to the ground.
people nearby hear the clink and look to see what it is, and they see the can rolling on the ground, but when they look at the guy, his face is completely without any expression that would indicate that he had done anything unusual. he's the only one around that seems to be completely unaware that there's a can there at all.
someone says to him,
"uhh... i think you dropped something."
he looks completely confused
and has apparently been stricken deaf.
"huh???"
they push the issue.
"would you mind picking up that can you dropped?"
now the guy hears just fine and is absolutely outraged that someone would slander him like that. he littered, but you're the biggest asshole on the planet to actually point it out...
"what the fuck?! i didn't drop shit! did you see me drop that fuckin' can? no! fuck, i didn't even know it was there until you pointed it out!"
they press the issue further;
""whatever. just pick it up."
now the guy fully owns up to dropping it and stonewalls. "pffft. yeah, i dropped it. so what? what are you gonna do? you think you're a cop or something?"
this is where you just punch him in the face.
my name is 'Rusty Shackleford',
and i have 'brad' tied up in the basement.
"p.s."
4月10日 the internet fetish,grab a coffee, smoke,
beer, candy bar.. or whatever,
have a seat...
prepare yourself for this blog:
it's going to be long one i think...
ok,
everyone right now; are 'surfing' on;
say it with me...
"the in-ter-net.."
besides my shitty blog,
you know what else the internet supplies?
websites, messageboards, and chatrooms for
beyond fucked up fetishes...
these fetishes are so stupid ;
they could have only come from the internet.
when i first heard about the rather disturbingly large number of "furry" sites on the internet, i thought, wow! now that's the dumbest thing i have ever seen. [if you don't know what a 'furry' is, it is grown adults who dress up in Disneyland type plush animal costumes an hump each other for sexual pleasure...] you think i made that up? google it.
the sex in the animal costumes is not what bothers me,
it's the fact that this was only the tip of the iceberg. soon, with some very simple google searching, i came to find that there was no shortage of completely retarded fetishes to be laughed at...
there are people who have a fetish for watching women stuck in quicksand..... why? how? there are guys who like to dress up as women, complete with woman masks, there is this one website for a fetish where girls blow up balloons in the nude until they break, there are guys who like to dress up in clothes meant to resemble what might be found on little girl's toy dolls, there is erotic fan-fiction for just about every book, tv show, movie, and cartoon ever made, you got your weird photoshopped shit with girls with multiple pairs of tits, and there are people who whack off on the idea of being eaten by giants.
only on the fucking internet could idiocy like this find a community.
ever get busted picking your nose at a traffic light?
no worries,
somewhere there's some freak sitting in his dark basement apartment busting a nut right now to a grainy slow motion closeup video of someone picking their nose,
and he has lots of friends who like the same perversion
- thanks to the internet.
my name is 'brad'
and 'erotic-fan fiction' is the worst.
"p.s."
will this finally be the blog that pushes the msn guidelines buttons,
i have yet to recieve a "Please Remove link: http://blahblah.404 Post as it its deemed inappropriate by msn standards"
send me my letter msn...
i fuckin' double dare ya,
"also"
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4月3日 brad has too much time...what is up with...
"people" who write big,
lonnnnnnnnnng posts..
15x a day to talk about:
how their lunch was,
how their gym class was,
how cute billy or suzy was,
how much homework they have,
how heavy their bookbag is,
how early their curfew is,
how their mom bitched at them today the way she does in every other post,
who's annoying,
who's awesome,
why good charlotte, sum41 and avril lavinge are the greatest bands ever, then they put lots of little web quizzes on their page that are completely meaningless like;
"which power puff girl are you?"
or
"which backstreet boy are you most likely to marry?"
and, of course,
they have the obiligatory 15 to 20 sparkly clipart images, half of which have broken red x's for their links.
and then,
when they stumble upon my page and disagree with me or find me to be crude/offensive/or lame, they write a big... lonnnnnng post about how I obviously have too much time on my hands...
hahahaha..
ah hahahah ha ha
my name is 'brad',
and that's about it...
"p.s."
as of; saturday, april 1st, 2006
the jeep is in softop mode.
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