update!
new shit to read you dicks.About me:
u really dont want to know...believe me
or...
OR!!! you could read this description, i'll provide several options to choose from for each scenario...you, just pick the one you prefer, and go on happily ever after knowing this person you have completely made up in your head in many different scenarios wich almost all of them won't be who i am.... so good luck with your new imaginary freind named joe....
i love people, i am a people person. i love...(a. going to clubs and parties, b. getting soo wasted bro! ,c. being an asshole, oops! that ones actually true. , uh how about d. sit around home pretend i have freinds and think im important...DAMNIT! i do that one too). i really like...(a. going to the beach with my boyz and workin on my tan, b. going to the mall to get the freshest new threads at where ever the fuck you shitheads shop, c. credit card punk'n it up at hot topic, or d. tryin to pick up loose chicks...no for real, pick this one, unless youre a chick...then pick one the other choices). i enjoy sitting at home alone reading...(a. my sweet new hard-cover copy of buffy...(the vampire slayer, for you lamen out there) b. what women want c. playboy/playgirl, however your fantasy is going at this point, or d. nothing at all cause im an illiterate fuck, and you like that in a freind cause it makes you feel better about yourself). my favorite activities are...(a. playing football at the beach with my shirt off so all the chicks/dudes (like i said...however your fantasy is going at this point) can see how fuckn ripped i am, like jesus, b. kicking myself in the dick 'til i pass out from it, c. fucking (nuff said) d. getting soo wasted bro! (hahaha! i just like that one, the way it plays out in my head is way funnier than writing it) i like staring into the face of pure unadulterated evil (in short..a grrl) and thinking...(a. if i killed you now would your eyes compliment my collection, b. how am i going to fuck this up...no really, its inevitable, but i have to contemplate my method at first glance, c. how perfect you would look running away screaming...id pick that one, oh wait im not creating a friend here...you fuckbags are, sorry good luck with that...oh yea back to the creation process. my favorite things to listen to are...(a. steel penetrating flesh ever so slowly into bone...uhhh, i mean, uhhh, rap, b. blood curdling screams...shit, i mean, rock, c. rusty screwdrivers embedded in the eyesockets of someone who is still living...wait no, i actually play in that band...yea, don't pick that one, howabout...country, sure, why the hell not, you dirty fucking hippie. well now, that just was not very nice of me...see you're trying to aimlessly follow your way through this process and create a fantastic friend that you have always wanted cause you're a delusional fuckjob in dire need of some self-gratifying and moraly uplifting regular jack off to justify your existance and ease your troublesome little mind into a lull of endless pats-on-the-back cause you need that to affirm the fact you are not useless, you are someone, you are a somebody, and then your imaginary freind strokes your ever waining self-esteem to a brief mental calmness long enough to rest your head on your pillow and slip away back into fantasy land temporarily forgetting that you are a complete fucktard and regardless of your age its still not too late to be aborted, or melted down and recycled into something a bit more useful like those tubes they use for colon cleansing, or a bicycle, or a flamingo, or a pony...yea, everyone fuckin likes ponies.
well...that's it for now, im getting bored with this again, i will add more at another state of boredome, so keep checking back...and please, enjoy your new completely made up, imaginary ideal freind wich is just a reflection on how weird and fucked up you really are, but not me, im cool.
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