My mouth is my gun.

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Name: Amanda/Tacklebox.
Game: Life – but I seem to have misplaced my controller.
Someone press start.
Let’s get some heads rolling…
Stats: 5'10", pasty mother-fuck, sack of bones, blue/green eyes.
To make it plainly simple, humankind is of a disgusting breed. We’re all poison, to say the least. – Are we useless?
I’d make a list of things I hate but it’s easier to name the things I like, which include:
You on all fours with a gag in your mouth.
Miss Ginnana Towel Pants.
Lady Lisabeth Juice Tits.
Cake.
Walking in the rain.
The feeling of being pierced.
Anything to do with blood.
Clicking my heels randomly.
Being drunk out of my mind.
Sour cream is kick ass. It’d make anything taste good, even a dirty native. [I’m not racist, I swear. Hah.]
BK veggie burgers.
Big wash days after not showering for 2 weeks. Greasy enough to stir-fry some veggies. Who needs Pam!
Dancing like a maniac ‘til I’m good and sweaty.
Simple things.
Kissing.
Sex.
Music.
My cats, they’re furry and purry and don’t talk back when I threaten to put them in the oven after they poop in the sink [they haven’t done it yet, but I’m sure it’s their next scheme.]
Creeping people out.
Making a scene.
Tackling people. It’s what TACKLEbox’s do best.
Throwing Kraft Singles around – they stick to anything. Even my ass, it’s a known fact.
Now that I think of it, I actually do like a lot. So the list stops here. If you wish to know more, speak up.
INTERMISSION!!
I don’t believe in Religion.
I believe in using you as a dartboard.
I am who I am. Got a problem? Fucking deal with it.
I won’t change for anyone. I will not be controlled.
Fuck me around? I’ll fuck you up.
I have horrible self-esteem. Watch me beat myself up.
Pink Taco is a horrible name for a restaurant.
Ketchup should not be used as aftershave. I know its good but don’t do it.
Burping and farting – don’t hold it back. Same goes to talking about eating ass while having lunch at BP’s.
Shoelaces can be a weapon.
Walking on a tight-rope is ridiculous. Falling to your ultimate demise would suck ass. If at a circus, you might fall into an elephant’s ass. That’s even messier. Tight rope is meant for keeping your victims in line.
Being naked on the internet is the new white bread. Wonder tits with peanut butttttter!
Well now, why not just name a FEW things I hate…
Turtlenecks.
Blowing your nose, only to miss the Kleenex and aim into your hand.
Labels.
Snap judgments.
Liars.
Cheaters.
Douche bags.
Drama.
Clingy fucks.
Annoyances.
Jealousy.
Arrogance.
Whiny basstids.
Being ignored.
Soggy bread.
Winter. It's shitty and frigid like old man winter's asshole.
Really windy days.
Stepping barefoot in shit… would probably really suck. I hate it even tho it hasn’t happened yet. There’s still time.
Being puked on.
People who steal toothpaste at parties.
People who steal from me in general.
People who smell like swiss cheese and used toilet paper.
Well, people? What the fuck.
Having been mistaken for a dude or Asian person. Not that there’s anything wrong with being Asian. But I’m not a slanty-eyed gook, you fucks. Do I look Asian? [Again, I’m not racist] AND, I’m a tranny. Get it straight.
Uni-brows. People should have two distinct eyebrows. Are we fucking animals? Wax that bitch!
Let’s end this list before I start to offend. Haha.
Add me if you want or just carry on with your MySpace browsing.
If you’re going to add me, at least talk to me cuz that might kinda be cool. Otherwise, you’ll just sit in my lump of friends and be eye candy for anyone who chooses to take a look at my ‘friend’ gallery.
My aliens, Faggot Grande & Twiggy. They're fucking crazy.