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| Friday, June 22nd, 2007 | | 1:39 pm |
I never check this shit. And now I know why. You're retarded. | | Wednesday, June 6th, 2007 | | 10:13 pm |
| | Saturday, October 28th, 2006 | | 1:54 pm |
What's up shit dicks
Another week down. Fucking like 11 more to go. Anyway, you're all homos and I hate you blah blah blah. | | Thursday, August 17th, 2006 | | 11:38 am |
Dear Wyans Brothers
Go fucking kill yourselves. Your movies are not funny. Seriously. White Chicks....Little Man.... Seriously. | | Thursday, August 3rd, 2006 | | 4:08 pm |
I love the 80's, what the fuck
I am so fucking sick of seeing The Donnas on this fucking show. They are like my age and I was 6 when the 80's ended. They need to blow their fucking heads off. | | Sunday, July 30th, 2006 | | 8:21 pm |
The following movie was awesome even though Luke would probably be the only person who enjoys it
It's called This Quiet Earth. It's a remake. It's about this dude who wakes up and he's the last man on earth, for a little while. There's a great 30 minute sequence where he puts on a dress, talks to cardboard cutouts of adolf hitler and walks around an abandoned city with a shot gun shooting stuff and running over buildings with a giant truck. It's pretty sweet. Then he meets this red headed woman, and then they meet this black dude who has a rat tail but it's like a little nub cause he has black guy hair. He also wears leather pants and is a rebel. He's by far the greatest charecter in any movie ever. | | Friday, July 28th, 2006 | | 4:04 pm |
The Four Cats (Brautman you'll get a kick out of this)
Four men were bragging about how smart their cats were. The first man was an engineer, the second man was an accountant, the third man was a chemist, and the fourth man was a Government employee. To show off, the engineer called his cat, "T-square, do your stuff." T-sqare pranced over to the desk, took out some paper and a pen and promptly drew a circle, a square, and a triange. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart. But the accountant said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said, "Spreadsheet, do your stuff." Spreadsheet went out to the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies. Everyone agreed that was good. But the chemist said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said "Measure, do your stuff." Measure got up, walked to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a ten ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop. Everyone agreed that was pretty good. Then the three men turned ot the Government Employee and said "What can your cat do?" The Government Employee called his cat and said "CoffeeBreak, do your stuff." CoffeeBreak jumped to his feet, ate the cookies, drank the milk, shit on the paper, screwed the other three cats, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for workers compensation and went home for the rest of the day on sick leave. Gotta love working for the man. | | Saturday, July 22nd, 2006 | | 7:03 pm |
Lone Star Beer is delicious.
Went to some bar called Lucky Devils for some show. Got wasted. Made some friends. Going there again tonight, and tomorrow. So yeah, Brautman, the show was alright, better than expected. | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 7:25 pm |
Crazy
So today I get home from work, walk up the stairs to get into my place, and the door is open, so I think, great I got robbed. I go in expecting my stuff to be gone, but instead I smell clean floors. I go into my bedroom and there's a mexican dude making my bed. Apparently this apartment came with weekly maid service. This dude washed all the floors, vacumed, picked up all my clothes and folded them, neatly putting them on top of my dresser. And he did my dishes. I was feeling pretty shitty about how I was going to have to live in filth, cause I'm incapeable of cleaning up after myself, but now I got a mexican dude who does it for me every tuesday. He even put the smut I left out back in the smut drawer. Texas is pretty sweet. | | Thursday, June 29th, 2006 | | 2:39 pm |
| | Saturday, June 10th, 2006 | | 12:38 pm |
Yo
Got my own computer so you can comment now. | | Thursday, April 27th, 2006 | | 11:03 am |
You're still all gay
Dave and I stumbled into some place that has computer access so I figured I'd show up and let you all know how I'm doing. Much to my demise, they sell Ice House 40's and cases of steel reserve down here. So, I decided to let Dave and his buddies in on the lovely world of "Getting steel retarded." We all had a good laugh at the title of what happens when you get wasted off steel reserve. So we get 5 cases, and head on down to the pool at 1pm. I have to sit in the shade since I'm so pale and dont tan, which is fine with me cause I look like a badass anyway. So I start to attract some attention by some of the local females (which are all seriously boner inducing hot). Such gay drabble came out their mouth as "Hey, let me see your tattoos" and "Hey, you're pale" Anyway, they were hot so I was fine with it. So we decide after a few hours of heavy steel reserve drinking that we're going to go to some bar that has happy hour. Seems like a good idea right? Wrong. We get there and it's two for one specials. So naturally you double fist it and try to drink as much in that hour as possible because you tell yourself "I'm saving money if I do it this way." I'm out on the patio talking to some dude like we've been best friends for the past ten years. That's when I start to realize I must be drunk and over my limit. I say "Jonny, lets slow it down, you dont even know this guy, I think you're drunk." But then I say "Fuck it, what do you care, you joined the man have fun." I'll let you guess which voice took precidence. So out comes too generous with his money because he's drunk Jonny. He goes to the bar, sees a very attractive girl standing all alone. He says "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" she smiles and says "Yeah that'd be great, hold on" She comes back and introduces her five friends, who are all staring at Jonny with those "please buy us a drink we're ever so thirsty and you're ever so attractive and manly" big doe eyes at him. Jonny just smiles, flexes his muscles so hard he rips his own shirt off and says "Sure ladies, money is not an option." They order drinks he's never even heard of, and as if that wasnt enough, they order about three drinks a piece he's never even heard of. Jonny hands his magic drink producing card to the bartender and has him close out the tab. Jonny signs off on a 138 dollar bar tab that litterally was open for fifteen minutes. He would be angry, but he's so drunk he says "Fuck it, I'm leaving soon" Gets a few numbers, and then at 10PM he and Dave go back to his place. That's how I remember that segment of my life. And after that it gets a bit blurry. I go to Daves, smoke a camel, and then stand up. Bad idea, the world comes crashing down and I hit my head on something hard. I think to myself "Man, I better go in the bathroom incase I throw up" Long story short I puked in his bath tub, he eventually comes back, gets me to his bed, stuffs my face in an empty pitcher of beer says if I have to puke to puke in that then dissappears till the morning. Georgia is fucking awesome. Have fun in the cold faggots. | | Friday, April 21st, 2006 | | 5:25 pm |
So, this is it.
I'm outta here Sunday morning. It's been a fun 21 years, but now it's time to grow up. If you want to get ahold of me I will have my cell phone and time permitting I'll get back to you. As far as email goes, please send them to Oirockhooligan@cs.com if you choose to write at all. Every so often if the firewall permits I'll try to update this thing, let you know how shit down there is going. If I dont see any of you at my party tonight, good luck with whatever it is you decide to do in life. For anyone who would like to write me longhand (I'm not sure how much access I'll have to a computer) My address is as follows. Jonathan A. Moran Immigration Officer Academy C/O FLETC Class #618 1300 W. Richey Avenue Artesia, New Mexico 88210 I'm not really expecting to hear from any of you, but just in case. Take care of yourselves. Until then | | Sunday, April 9th, 2006 | | 8:50 pm |
Memories.
When you're in a situation where you'll be leaving your home behind you start to think of the good times. And the bad. And no matter what all you faggots did to piss me off, I'll always have the one memory that really counts. The day that changed my life forever. Here is a image  A dramatic depiction of when Dave Woodley "Jumped the wire" in swim class. The results were disasterous, and hillarity insued. | | Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 | | 1:09 pm |
| | Saturday, April 1st, 2006 | | 12:21 am |
Old Skars-The Video
 That's right. The video for the song "Old Skars" will begin sometime this week. Get ready. | | Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 | | 10:58 pm |
I FOUND OUT WHEN I'M LEAVING!!!!!!!!!!!
Whenever the fuck they tell me to, stop fucking asking holy shit. If I fucking hear "Hey, when are you leaving?" one more fucking time I'll blow your fucking face off your body with sheer rage. Guess what, you'll fucking know when I'm leaving, you know why? Cause I'll fucking tell you. The way this fucking area works, I could get the call at noon tomorrow, and you'd hear through the grapevine by dinner without me saying word one about it. If I had a quarter for everytime someone asked me when I was leaving, I wouldn't have to grow up and get a real job cause I'd be fucking rich already. Why am I getting so pissed? Imagine how stressful it would be living with the fact that you could get a phone call at any minute telling you that you have two weeks to get your shit in order and report for duty. You have no idea when, only that they keep saying "Soon" Think that'd be stressful? Yeah it fucking is so dont fucking dare tell me otherwise. Think it's possible to live a normal life with something like that looming over your head like a fucking anvil? It's fucking not so do me a solid and dont even mention the words "Border Patrol" around me cause I'll fucking snap and make you cry. | | 6:56 pm |
I'm so much smarter than you.
Today while I was bored, which was pretty much all day, I drew up plans on how to defend my house from the inevitable zombie onslaught that will kill all you fucking idiot retards while I go on to live with a license to repopulate the planet. Step one: Stockpile ammunition/food/water/smut Step two: Knock out staircase making it impossible for living dead to reach the upstairs portion of house. Step three: Wait it out, pass time by looking at smut. Step four: Repopulate planet by banging hot chicks. While all you turds are getting eaten alive I'll be drinking and looking at knockers. Fuck yall | | Friday, March 24th, 2006 | | 7:53 pm |
| | Thursday, March 23rd, 2006 | | 11:24 am |
I hate rich people.
Was watching a show last night on Bravo called "Housewives: The real housewives of Orange County". First off let me give you the premise of the show. It takes place in a "Gated" community, which I'm assuming means that unless you live there or are a guest you can't gain entry. The houses are all mansions with pools. The part I caught, a girl was moving back in at home because she failed at life in LA. Her mother asks her what she's going to do for money, she says she doesn't want to work. Big surprise. Cut scene to another kid. He's back from college for the summer. Know how he wants to spend his time? "Man I just want to chill with my friends, go to the beach, lounge around this summer, I worked hard at college." Oh really, yeah I'll bet all the date rape he put in girls drinks and all the nerds he paid to do his papers really took alot out of him. By the way he had a popped collar and frosted hair. And the women, they brag about how they get a free ride from their husbands and think they are better than everyone else because they live in that neighborhood. They say things like "Well when my husband is at work I'll take the credit card and go shopping, or when I feel like I need to do something productive to feel good I'll take a palates (spelling) class." Life should be like Hockey. Checking and fighting should be allowed, and there needs to be a salary cap. |
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