Peace, Love, Joy, Merriment, and Die Fuckin' Cocksucker, Die
07.11.06 (1:51 pm) [edit]I have a curious mix right now of wanting to grab some poor motherfucker off the street who I've never seen, rip his head off, shit Chinese-buffet death down his throat, and bury him ass up in a pile of dead fish...
,,,and a happy-go-lucky merry-fuckin' day assurance that everything in the world is just peachy fuckin' keen, gosh darn it, and I'll surely be better off soon.
Of course, driving in the rain with the window down while cranking The Donnas adds to the goodness. I just sit back and let myself believe that Brett (who of course, in the REAL world would rather eat her own shit and be covered by rabid wolverine spew than fuck a degenerate pig like me) is singing those estrogen-fuelled, cock-loving odes to ME. Yeah, it's utter bullshit and I should probably seek out therapy, but IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER. Fuck you.
Oh, and have a nice day, while you're at it.
Fuckin' love,
Dougie
posted by: Spooooooooooooock! (reply)
post date: 07.11.06 (2:02 pm)
Don't they have any hookers where you're at? I'm just askin'...