| this page is in 3rd dimentional viewing because it is . . . but if his name was Ellen, was he supposed to be cavity searched... yes you fat, tubbalard, 12 inch, fishass...it is for dinner.. Of course johnny did that, she was presenting her, womanly attachments! whos electric penis is stuck in my AV slot--that's a hair curler grandma. jee wilikers billy, whos gonna toss my salad now? "A Christmas Nightmare" Daddies gonna kill Ralphie! 12.25.02 |
| Old Al Pinkerton sat in the old, soft, and undeniably stylish leather recliner which he had become so accustomed to in the past few days. He pondered feverishly over the events of the past fortnight and all the events that had transpired, conveniently placing this exciting and gratifying set of circumstances about him. Alfred did not feel however that he was a lucky man, but that he was plainly and simply a man of good circumstance. There was, at least in his mind, a difference between these two. He leaned back, puffed his pipe, and quietly reminisced about the days passed. Since his birth in the city of Karatunic, some fifty or so miles from here, he had picked up somewhat of a snobbish attitude toward others. Even before he had become exceedingly wealthy, he had held himself to higher regard than others, and had become quite successful by doing so. In fact, the many interesting things, seemingly happening at random, that gave him such immense influence, could be caused and profited from by any person willing to devote the time and energy. Because of course nothing in this world comes without a price. In many days of late, however, Al had become quite excited over the relative fortune that he had acquired through such hard work, and realized the potential profit to be gained by selling his higher knowledge and understanding with the public. He would prefer, of couse, that none other than himself use these remarkable stratagems to gain wealth, equal or higher than his own. But, he was living beyond his means and decided that this was the timeliest way to get himself up without too much work, despite his personal beliefs. As Al touched his pen to paper to spread this message born of self-indulgence, Al dropped from his empty chair, to his bare floor, and lay naked, and very much dead. A Short Story By: Exon |
| 3.31.03 IN ADDITION TO BEING GOD'S, HONEY BATHERS, AND ALL AROUND GOOD FELLOWS....S.O.T.E may have more to it beneath the surface. In this modern world, is there room for a band with "big words, jazzy tunes, and classic rock riffs"*? Our investigators dove into the issue, revealing a awe inspiring, gut wrenching underworld of sex, drugs, rock and roll, extortion, gambling, substance abuse, spousle abuse, and animal molestation. Do these 4-5 highschool age adolescent rebels appear as their true form, or is there a deep, dark secret fueling their every move? My quest for the truth began when I encountered a saltpiller, the term for the die hard fans of the group, and questeoned him on the subject. The persons name is protected, so for now we will call him or her by the ailias J$. I asked, "what are the motives for the bands and it's cult like following?", I got this chilling response. "likely to have... sucked... crap" and later, "kill the poor". I was astounded. "what is their sole purpose in life?", J$ says, "to create recreational... good times". I took this to mean drugs, and i took it seriously. I drilled on.... "in what forms were these recreations expressed, both physically, and mentally?" "physically," he said, " since you... "jeer... like "wow, they are playing [with themselves]... how original!" I later revealed an even deeper darker secret hidden within the cold, dealdly eyes of Andrew "the Conqueror" Campell, which will be revealed in my next artical comming soon! -Exon *-Josh Bozka |
| Saturday, 2:50 a.m., 4/1......12/2003 (i thinksSDF_) Billy, have you ever seen a grown man naked? Billy, have you ever been in a Turkish prison? Are you tire? (rep. 10 times:_((*) I wonder; if I you mix batteries, do you get electricuted? does it blow up? Nipples, or Neeplasya? Dude that inflated pilot was totally waring....and getting air head! Dude, thats a testical. We all haqve....fuck i forgot what i was writuing. ...then this must be the Thrust, (BOOM WEEEEE WAAAHYOOOO!!!!) That Polen is totalyl a fucking dong! Hey! If i felt like it, which i have to say i am VERY horney right now, I could walk into that room and all those girls would jump on me and then the camera would back up and id say "I'm at the mercy of you beautiful ladies!", and then it would end it with a "Bang!". hehehe, get it? BANG!!!! HEHEHAHAHAHAHA. Well, I'm odne now so im gonna leave with you this sole statement: My brain is FRIED ia f fucking fury!!!!!!!!!! gAm...is extremely sexy. |
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