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i was speaking with my mother the other day, and she told me something about my days of infancy which made me crack up.
apparently when i was about 2 1/2 years of age i was watching the picture box with my mother when something came on where there were apparently bad guys. at the end of the show the bad guys were shot for their badness.
my mother then tried to instill in my young heard that guns were bad and that their use against other humans was never justified. at 2 1/2 years of age - i thought she was full of crap.
my mother explains to me that i calmly explained to her that those men were bad and that they deserved to die - hence, there was no problem whatsoever in bringing about their demise.
mother used her adult logic to try to readjust my thinking, but to no avail. i was convinced those men needed to die - and that if i'd had a gun, i would've killed them myself.
i haven't changed that much. (though staincastle contends that i'm now a bad person).
posted by gnif @ 9:23 AM
40 Comments:
YOUR DOSTOEVSKY PARADIGM WILL BE YOUR UNRAVELING.
BEAT MY MEAT. FART. SMELL BAD. STINKY.
You've been a knowitall ever since you were defecating in your under-roos then, you prick. :-)
I'm bad. What you gonna do, faggert?
My nipples are saucer sized. They'll totally ruin your fun times when I expose them to you.
Eat my jerky.
Sometimes, while pushing out giant-girthed stool logs, I ponder if we're inherently evil or just products of our environment.
I've decided to not push the issue.
I have decided to push my stools though.
I farted a wet smelly fart.
It made my ass cheeks flap like a dead cat being beat against a house.
Protestant-faced swish!
screw you, dude.
you wankers won't do nutin.
i'll stop the beer flow to oxford. then where will you be? in a temperance union you mangy dingleberry!
I thought I established that i was "nutin".
i'll take your illegitimate children and put them in a factory so foul upton sinclair wouldn't have the stomach to write about it.
jizm mcjerky ain't got any vas deferens.
i have looked at his chart and he's shooting blanks.
i love tulips!
I had my ovaries removed to quiet my queefing.
They were loose and rattled around too much up there.
I pickled them and sold them to Taco Juan.
if certain coal-crackin'-mackerel-snappin-spudlovin' mick would update, fun could be had elsewhere.
taco juan is a communist.
my name says it all
Why? We're doing just fine right up in this beeyoch.
I miss the rains down in Aaaaafricaaaaa.
Come back to bed. We'll continue with our socialist cock protests.
Well. That was fun while it lasted.
i need time to refresh. i'll come back with vemon. i was merely suggesting that why fight in one ground when we can fight in two.
Poo-hated, turd-vest wearing scrotum ninja.
I was reading some Kafka, and noticed your current situation matched perfectly with what I was reading. Like the sad character in his book, you too weep over the condition of your heirloom merkin, beset by pestilence carrying maggots and a yeast culture growing like an inner city ghetto.
Yeah! He got a stanky coochie!
I'm seventy years old!
Time to knit some boob socks for my varicose ridden sacks of dried up mammary fat. Milk doesn't flow here anymore. Squeeze 'em and it's powdered. Just add water.
*has seizure*
wanna screw me?
can i get in on that action?
well ladies, i'm a peanut farmer (if you get my drift)
wanna know the real great depression? sharing a bed with a man stricken with polio.
anyone want a bloody mary?
i'm offended! what an outrageous drink name!
insert ninky comment here
Put yer face down here, Meridith.
*drizzle, drizzle*
What the hell is going on in the piece of crap blog?
This is f'n terrible.
Hello. I'm GNIF. I'd rather fondle myself and opine about 3rd rate tacos instead of updating.
Well? What you waiting on, homo? Smell my meatsticks!
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