The Funniest Spam I Ever Got On Myspace
07.09.07 (10:06 pm) [edit]I just saw 'ur profile,n was damn turned on,by those looks in 'ur eyes..Imight look younger though,but age doesnt count no more baby,its all about numbers,n moreover,i like someone thatz mature n know more about the game of the heart.
Goddammit, stop mocking me!
Love,
Dougie
Cheepnis, Katie-Style
07.08.07 (3:46 pm) [edit]Katie and I are watching MST3k. I put on one called Night Of The Blood Beast, and she asked if (as is the case usually with these movies) the monster "looks really dumb."
"Probably, honey. I don't remember."
So the show comes on (after a ridiculous short called Once Upon A Honeymoon which the guys were fucking hilarious on) and the title comes up one word at a time. Tom Servo tries to guess what the next word will be. "Night of the Iguana! Night of the...blood sausage!"
Katie yells, "SAUSAGE! That's SILLY!!!"
Just as I'm about to open my mouth, she says, "A sausage monster would look STUPID! He'd be covered in GRAVY!!!"
I love this kid.
Love,
Dougie
PS If you have access to a 40-pound child, have them walk on your back for ten minutes. Beats the shit out of going to a chiropractor.
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Katie has a new song. "I don't like stupid monsters, 'cause they really suck."
I nearly shit myself laughing at that.
This Is Evil
07.03.07 (11:11 pm) [edit]http://tinyurl.com/27dxso
ERASING memories? Excuse me, but does the potential for MASSIVE PROBLEMS not occur to anyone here?
Let alone the implications of this beng used by twisted assholes in a more broad-based way in a larger setting, let's examine the most basic problem here.
How much of a PUSSY are you that you have to take a DRUG to ERADICATE FOREVER some shitty memory that you are too much of a whiny little faggot to deal with?
And *I* am the asshole for drinking too much?
Whatever happened to "whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger" or simply learning to turn bad memories into fuel to get you off your ass towards a brighter future? Or even just LAUGHING IT OFF? Or having a couple drinks at the end of the night to put it aside for a while so you can fucking sleep, but waking up tomorrow to meet it head-on again?
We've evolved into a collection of pathetic weasels afriad of reality. And while we get indignant and righteous about the drugs we DON'T like, we are FAR too ready to accept THIS shit.
I'll take the pot-smoker any day over the whiny little cunt who allows LEGAL drug-pushers to alter their perceptions in ways that are FAR more dangerous.
We're fucked, people. Get your goddamn priorities in order, and learn to USE your past instead of trying to fucking run from it. Especially with the aid of pharmaceutical companies, who I GUARANTEE you are far more interested in making money off your pain than they are in offering concrete solutions to it.
Love,
Dougie