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It's pretty impressive alright!

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Stalking over the hotel lobby, clutching a meaty axe, cometh Favoritemonster! And he gives a mighty grunt:

"I'm going to bludgeon you so painfully, you will wake up from the Matrix!"

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Yea, verily: Who is that, running over the desert! It is Dragonhead, hands clutching an oversized scalpel! He screams apocalyptically:

"I'm going to clobber you so thoroughly, the devil himself will plead for mercy!"

I like the favoritemonster battle cry better!

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» My Christmas Nightmare

Where to begin?
hmm. there's a few:

1971 - Did I ask for skis? Nope. Had I ever been on skis? No. Parents proceed to put me on skis, and push me down a hill. Cut to a parental shit fit when I don't qualify for the olympics on the first go. Then by all means, force me to stay outside and SKI, goddamit.

1975 - I own a humble but growing record collection. I don't own a record player. See that record player under the tree? Guess who its for? Not me.

1978 - Christmas Eve: The most exciting part of the evening occurs when one of my father's friends invites me outside for a fistfight. Him being too drunk to stand up for more than 11 seconds at a time.

1979 - I find a wrench on the side of the road, which I wrap, then put a bow on it. Merry Christmas Dad!

1980 through 1983 - A serious white powder habit wraps the holidays in a beautiful shiny haze.

1984 - Christmas Eve: No snow but plenty o booze. I pull a drunk friend from beneath a parked car, then we drive it across the garden into a tree. We live, car dies.

Christmas. Is it absolutely necessary?
(Thu 23rd Dec 2004, 15:45, More)

» Little things that turn you on

Someone who doesn't feel the need
to sleep with every single solitary living moving breathing fucking son of a bitching pissing willing person on earth always gets me panting heavily.
(Thu 17th Feb 2005, 15:59, More)

» Black Sheep

Flames coming at you!
I am the black sheep of my family because I am gay!

I was really "flames coming at you" gay, when I was growing up.

And everyone EXCEPT FOR ME, seemed to know that I was all the gay.

I wonder why that is?

They never could beat it out of me though.

I was the gayest 10 year old you ever knew.

For my birthday, I wanted sandals. I wanted "bell bottoms." I wanted David Cassidy!?! I'd steal my sister's dolls. And cut off all their dolly hair! Those dolls were butcher than me after I was through with them. As well you can imagine, these and other unacceptable behavoirs caused a great deal of concern in the 1960's in America, for my poor stressed out parents.

Strangely enough, I turned out to be fairly butch?

I wonder why that is?
(Mon 17th Jan 2005, 21:24, More)

» Injured Siblings

i stole
my sister's stash
(Sat 20th Aug 2005, 3:39, More)

» Singing the wrong words

(to the tune of shake your booty)


/goes on indefinitely
(Thu 27th Jan 2005, 21:26, More)
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