Okay i know I haven’t posted in a gazillion years…but I simply must share this: www.bash.org
Seriously, one of the best websites I’ve seen in a long time. I can’t remember for the life of me who told me about it…but hey, thanks a million.
- <Anonymous> Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
<Anonymous> Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
<Anonymous> Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.”
<Anonymous> And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.
<Anonymous> I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
docsigma2000: jesus christ man
docsigma2000: my son is sooooooo dead
docsigma2000: hes been looking at internet web sites in fucking EUROPE
docsigma2000: HE IS SURFING LONG DISTANCE
docsigma2000: our fucking phone bill is gonna be nuts
c8info: Ooh, this is bad. Surfing long distance adds an extra $69.99 to your bill per hour.
docsigma2000: …!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK
docsigma2000: is there some plan we can sign up for???
docsigma2000: cuz theres some cool stuff in europe, but i dun wanna pauy that much
c8info: Sorry, no. There is no plan. you’ll have to live with it.
docsigma2000: o well, i ccan live without europe intenet sites.
docsigma2000: but till i figure out how to block it hes sooooo dead
c8info: By the way, I’m from Europe, your chatting long distance.
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<cassius_clay13> so I was with my friend bryan the other night in a bar
<cassius_clay13> well he got really drunk and said he was gonna puke
<cassius_clay13> so i helped him walk to the toilet
<cassius_clay13> all the stalls were occupied
<cassius_clay13> bryan is a rugby player… so a big guy
<cassius_clay13> so he fucking KICKS one of the stall doors open
<cassius_clay13> and there’s this guy in there taking a shit
<cassius_clay13> and bryan throws up ALL OVER HIM
<cassius_clay13> then (this is genius) bryan thinks ‘oh shit… if i were taking a shit and someone came in and was sick all over me, i’d want to fuck him up… so i’d better hit him first’
<cassius_clay13> so he fucking SMACKS this guy in the face
<cassius_clay13> and runs away
<cassius_clay13> imagine being that guy… WORST NIGHT OUT EVER
<third_planet> The other night my friend had some pot and wanted me to smoke it with him, but we had nowhere to smoke it because both our parents were home.
<third-planet> So we drove around looking for a place to park so we could smoke in the car.
<third-planet> We eventually settled on a Wendys parking lot..
<Mr-Butlertron> The logic is all there…
<third-planet> I know, it was a ridiculous idea. We were just desperate and that was the first place to pull off..
<third-planet> So we park in the back of the parking lot under this tree, and it’s dark out, so we figure we’re secluded enough. We start to light up and a cop pulls in. So we both sit really still and hope the cop will think the car is empty and just parked there. Or that he won’t notice.
<third-planet> The cop circles the parking lot once, then parks behind us and we’re both freaking out. So Bobby, my friend, takes all the pot and shoves it in the glove compartment. But the car smells like pot, so we figure we’re busted.
<third-planet> So Bobby says we’ve gotta distract the cop from the pot. In a huge flash, he rips his shirt off, undoes my pants and sticks his hand inside. Before I can process what’s happening, the cop knocks on my window. Then he looks in and sees Bobby shirtless, with his hand down my pants and turns bright red.
<third-planet> I roll my window down and the cop says in this really flustered voice, his face bright red, “you guys be good now” and walks quickly back to his car and drives off.
<third-planet> He didn’t even notice the smell of pot.
<third-planet> We drove home in the most uncomfortable fucking silence ever.
OKk…that’s enough now, don’t wanna steal their traffic..so go there yourself pronto.
On another note…read the new Jeffrey Archer, yes the one with those ‘glowing’ reviews. No idea where they are coming from. The most complimentary thing I can think of saying is that unlike some of his other recent works…it doesn’t completely suck. But then that’s not saying much is it? Certainly not in the league of his earlier works. Reading short stories by Fredrick Forsyth now. So basically back to where I was 3 years ago, no progress whatsoever towards reading ‘quality’ stuff. However, I have still kept ‘Shalimar the Clown’ by Salman Rushdie, which I intend to finish before I graduate *did I just put that in writing? Shit..*! And ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ which I haven’t even started, but I’m gonna read that as well…I really am.
Anyways, I’m quitting while I’m ahead here and more importantly, before WordPress starts to figure out how this blog isn’t extinct yet. Ciao…