monday, october 08, 2001 17:43
how bout we
Popeye-X wants to know:
you and your lips?
sucking on a bin laden box knife?
made big fun of one of your most sacred ventriloquist dummies, the one
you worship and imitate the most? I bet you even cut your hair to look
just like him. And my sense of humor seems to conflict with your
infatuation simply because you don't know how to laugh at yourself
without losing all your propped up self esteem.
you Fan Club Nazis
are the same,
whether its Ted
Osama Bin Laden, or whatever.
me that you would be so delusional to even think you, (and whoever
is), could ever cut my balls off. What are you gonna use, your
think you posses 1/1000th the sharpness it would take to even face these
Dangling Wranglers. The way you blindly and obediently suck up to your
musical heroes is just a pathetic cry for help, designed to bolster your
own lack of any personality or true identity, I've seen your type
before, I'm certain you'd only wind up blindly worshipping
my balls in the end. Face it, if you had any nut-sac at all, you'd
come try to cut them off FOR
of hinting: "how bout?".
when you grow up, girl,
you're still livin' in a paper doll world?"
you'd quickly sever your own miserable scrotal scrolls with a PAPER
CUT you got from
dry humping your TV Guide.
callin' bitch? You're the bitch. I don't even know what you're pissed
off about, ain't that like a typical bitch? Runnin' that mouth, trying
to be a bad ass with veiled email threats and street words like
"bitch" Did ya think you'd come off to my readers like you
might be some kinda homicidal Don
Henley groupie? Or maybe a ruthless hooligan who refuses to take
any shit from anybody, and you're ready to back it up?
what you think we probably thought, then you probably better think again
because you are not only sadly mistaken... you're FLAT
Notice how you went to all the trouble to mail me, but you forgot one
small detail.... I still don't know what you're even talking about!
its for the best, since you probably wouldn't even make it thru the
first sentence before shooting yourself in the foot. Then you'd be
parking that foot in your mouth, and your head in your ass. You'd be
looking out your own mouth from the inside, thinking its the light at
the end of the tunnel. After a while, your eyes adjust, and you see
that's not a light at all, its just your nose reflecting off a big shiny
ball of impacted feces...
you're totally full of