12/08/00 (4:21 pm est)
I want one..
I just saw this. Someone make me one. I'll be your best friend forever.
Eradicate fat people
It seems the Swiss are using GPS to keep track of their obese citizens. Thank fucking God. In a world where technology is created only to further the laziness of mankind, people have become disgustingly overweight. Everytime I hear some blobby fuck, bitch about weight loss, it makes me want to vomit. I don't have a problem with overweight people. If your fat, then be fat. Embrace your fatness. I do have a problem with fat people that either: a) bitch and complain about how fat they are and how much weight that they need to lose, while clenching 4 bags of congealed grease in their plump little hands or b) grudge bearing fat asses, that bitch about being opressed and taunted because they are pudgy fucks. If you want to lose weight there are a variety of options. I really have no right to bitch. I am one of the laziest people on the planet. I am the emperor of lethargy. Like you, I spend the majority of my day on the internet, talking to people I would have never met, because it would have involved physical activity. I utilize any type of technology that makes my simple existence easier. I rarely leave the house. My physical exertion is next to null. Yet I mantain my manly physique of 6'4" and weighing in at a triumphant 155 pounds. Heroin has its perks.
-somah
12/08/00 (1:25 pm est)
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
Apparently, this girl failed physics. The equation, for you, the uneducated masses, goes something like this: velocity x baby thrown out high window = dead. What's sick is the fact that reading something like this doesn't disturb me anymore. I'm making pathetic jokes about it. I have become desensitized and apathetic from years of mindless slaughtering on television and video games. Look at all the links they have for other stories on dead babies. None of these stories made me cringe with remorse or disdain for American society. I don't give a damn about any of these fucks or their murderous lifestyles. The only thing I thought while reading through this shit was, maybe these dismembered, flying, dumpster babies will get all that election shit off the news. I am cruel and uncaring.
Not the typical cam whore
I have a confession. I am in love with Meenk. I watch her webcam religously. I stare blankly, as my brain is overloaded with transmissions. Besides the fact that her text files are intelligent and entertain the hell out of me, she is extremely cute. I am infatuated with her. I indulge in ideas of her and I getting married. I use her as fuel, to drive my sick, fucked up fantasies. I love her, she doesn't know me. Meenk, marry me. We'll set up a cam together. Go check out her page, she's fucking elite.
Recent shopping trends indicate...
Everyone else is linking this, so I'll jump on the fucking bandwagon. Its actually a fairly entertaining game. I am the sedative king.
-somah
12/07/00 (2:37 pm est)
Meet the decline...
I'm going to be working on redesigning the webpage for the next couple of days, so updates might be sparse.
12/06/00 (1:17 pm est)
Ouch
I got shot last night. Right square in the groin. Apparently, women in this neighborhood don't find the thought of some strange guy standing on their lawn, cock firmly in hand, peering through their window as they shower. Who would of fucking thought.
I should have known something was wrong when I noticed her looking, pointing and screaming. I figured she was getting turned on by me. Miles of voyeur-based text files have lied.
I should have ran when the huge hellbeast of a dog pounced at me from the shadows. I just deftly dodged it and hosed the fucker down with pepperspray.
I should have not diverted my attention away from the woman. She was now standing at the front door. Shotgun in hand. I just stood their, smiling, hammering away with my hand. God, a girl with a gun is cute.
I should have gotten the hint. I realize now. Standing in the cold, with a mixture of semen and blood dripping down my legs. Life will suck without a dick, I remember thinking, as I picked up the remains of my crotch.
I proceeded to drive to the emergency room, where they questioned what had happened. I told them I had tripped and landed on a shotgun shell. It had exploded on impact, I explained. I piss through a bag now.
In other news...
Expect a site revamp soon, as well as the escape from geocities. I just gotta get the domain registered. w3rd...
-somah
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