My Natural Flavoring
From Yahoo News. McDonalds uses beef tallow in its french fries, despite Ronald's promise of being cooked in all natural vegetable oil. I should jump on this lawsuit, and help those Hindus sue Mcdonalds all to hell. This story is mediocore and I apologize for its mundaness but the news has just been sucking. Check out the fry ingredients here... What exactly is 'Natural Flavoring'? Pig Intestine? Horse Vomit? The leftovers in the Hamburglers socks? Without entering into a pro-vegan tirade, you fuckers will eat anything. Allow me to demonstrate with some fictitious dialogue.
Meat Eater: YUMMIE!@!@!@! I love me some Jumbo Cheezy Filled Hotdogs (tm)!!!!!!!
Me: Dude, do you know what the fuck is in that shit?
Flesh Consumer: I dont care, if it tastes good, me eats it!!!
Me: It says right here under natural ingredients... himalayan monkey uterus.
Carnivore: I would eat you if you tasted good enough. HAR! HAR! HAR! HAR!
Begin drooling and the maniacal laughing hysteria that precedes that joke, which every fucking non-vegan seems to find so damn hillarious.
Heres some porn, so the whole family can make some natural flavorings of their own.
Matters Gray
Jesus h fucking christ im disenchanted. Driving home today I got sick. Somewhere through miles of traffic piling up on itself, miles of staggered billboards poised to poison my brain, and millions of unintellectual jackasses cluttering the beach, pissing their mundane existance away; my stomach coiled and tied knotted up. I want to gouge my eyes out, and rupture my ears. Humanity is a fucking parasite and its sickening. Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, eat, piss, sleep, sleep, shit, blind. There are a fucking handful of people worthy of continual existance on this planet and thats it. The rest of you are fucking pathetic, a sad, malignant deformity, being lead like sheep. And instead of waking up you prefer to sleepwalk eating whatever your TV says is good, buying 4-door economy cars, working meaningless 9-5 jobs to put money in the pockets of fat, old men. What further infuriates me is that you fucks have the audacity to pretend you are in control. To all you 50 year-old men molesting innocent children, 22 year-old frat boys violating girls, control-fanatics who feel the neccesity to play mind games and corrup naivety, so you won't be alone in your world of shit, heres some advice: kill yourself. I'm tired of picking up the pieces, I'm over dealing with the remnants. I'm sorry that daddy didn't buy you a car on your 16th birthday. I'm fucking through with you idiots hurting the people I care about. Fuck all of you.
Pregeneration...
Breathe. The darvocet is kicking in now, so I'm officially mellow. I'm out of school, and out of work so I might actually have some time to update this piece of shit webpage. I still have a girlfriend who is goddamn incredible Shes turned out to be about all I could ask for and more in a girl. Wow, this paragraph has turned out to be nothing but me bragging about a girl. Don't be jealous of me fuckers. Oh yeah, did I mention that she is fucking amazing?
-somah
4/22/01 (12:04 am est)
No time for love Dr. Jones...
Wow, let me start with the usual im fucking sorry for not updating shit. Actually, I fucking could care less if you cunts look at this page anymore or not. For my own amusement only, do I bother to even update this collection of subconcious refuge. I suppose if I had 1 minute of fucking free time I'd spend it diligently clattering away at this stupid keyboard writing these retarded words, but somewhere in the last few months I started to develop some pseudo-emybrionic social life. I've found a bad ass girlfriend, school is killing me, I get 4 hours of sleep a day before going to work whoring out my personailty and beginning the cycle anew. I could say expect an update tommorow, but im a liar. Don't get your hopes up.
-somah
2/24/01 (1:46 pm est)
3 billion people, thats 3 billion snotty, 'fuck yous''
I had orignally intended on updating today with some news articles and comments, but I sidetracked myself with pornography. Its hard to keep motivated reading lines of text, with images of spread cunt on the other opened browser. I need a girlfriend. I need a crack whore. I need a third hand.
Now for the social commentary portion of our update...
I spent last Friday in a constant state of drug and alchohol intoxication. I was destroyed by the time I got to the club, and by the end of the night I figured I was going to die of some kind of substance overdose. Any fucking ways, I was sitting outside when my, 'oh shit... theres a fight about to happen' radar starts bleeping, so I make my way over to the disturbance. It was the typical Y-Bor city stand off, some fratboy out of towner thinking hes some badass since hes from New York, screaming at like twenty mexicans. As per standard procedure, fratboy ripped off his shirt and starts making his way to a mexican dude, when he got hit in the head by a fucking bottle. He in turn runs away to chuck a bottle, the cops come and break everything up and send everyone on their way. End of story right? Nope... The fratboy walks down the road and puts his fucking arm through a plate glass window. The cops, in turn mace him to hell and throw him on the ground into an ocean of his own blood. I've seen this shit before, but I don't fucking understand. What forces someone to induce pain upon themselves after they just got their asskicked? I've never had the desire to punch through fucking glass or whatever. Is it that humilating to get your New York ass handed to you by a Floridian that you have to go make a bigger ass out of yourself by impaling your arm on sheet glass? There's easier relief for post-fight anxiety then that. Raping fat old 90 year olds is my usual solution.
-somah
........................................................................................
please notify me of any broke ass links.