I, for one, am sickened. At all of you. Have you no decency? No shame? No compassion? You all should be ashamed of yourselves. I mean, calling eachother out on the others' bullshit? Calling each other such vulgar names like "bitch", "remixed", "attention whore", "ghetto", "the 'f' word", "tranny", "it", "in.ter.sexed", "lamb", "fucked up", "trailer trash", "cunt", "ho rag", "dip shit", "cum dumpster", "troll", "motherbitch", "scrotal fuzz", "drunken butt pirate." Granted, some of those may have not been uttered, but I have a feeling they were swirling around in your dirty mind. I think even Jason threw out a "rude." Not to mention I saw some crass, big ass, ugly red font. That's just low. It just saddens me that this type of behavior is accepted in the world today. Plus people are throwing around words like grammar. Who say's that in this days of internets s.p3@K. And Ricky, I never expected you to be involved with such filth. I was so going to name my unaborted child after you. I say shame on you. Shame on you all. Especially those who have both parts down there. You should know what it's like to be treated like an outcast. Am I the only one who's learned?










Psych. Keep up the good work, bitches. Happy birthday Divadom! But seriously, Ricky, I thought more of you.
Introducing One Act Plays

(Scene - On couch watching B5 video on MTV Hits. Players - Mom & Me)
Me: They're supposed to be the new Jackson 5. See, now why didn't you ever exploit our [her chil'rens] talent?
Mom: Because y'all didn't have any.
Me: You're always naysaying.
Mom: It's not me, it was the violin and the sax and ballet teachers.
Me: You should have surrounded us with more positive people.