Well, personally I'm a big fan of doing fuck nothing. I like to sit here, collecting dust. I guess you could say I like building shit, with keyboards (Not physically of course, that's just gross, and sweaty and ew), but honeslty -- I do it for the money. And the bitches. But. Mostly the money.
I like to find new ways of fragmenting my sentences. Proper English may be one of my specialties, but like hell I'm going to make any use of that. Really, why should I? Why stand here, making proper use of something, espeically something strong, valuable, and important, when I can squander and waste it?
Other shit I'm intrested in...Lesse. Well. I like boobies, they're really soft, they taste good, and...they're really soft. Yep.
Well, for starters I'd like to meet God. Why? Because my acid trips clearly aren't good enough. Fuck, the fucker's been all like "You're the worst re-born son I've ever fucking had" for goddamn ages. If he'd just stop being such a goddamn asshole about everything, we could finally hook up, chill for a while, maybe grab us some Doritos or something. Then everything would be all cool and dandy n' shit.
But no, he decides to be a big egotistical fuck about it because I came out as my polar opposite of my previous life. Yeah, gee, thanks dad. Dick.
Next in line is Tom. Why? So I could stick my penis in his ear. Goddamn. I love sticking my penis in ears. Seriously. Try it one day.
Then after that Bill Gates, and shit like that. Because y'know, big motherfucking multinational motherfuckin' companies are the shit. And I want his babies. N' shit. Yo.
Awe, so you want a big whoopin' fuckin' list of 'mi fav bandz'. Tough shit. though, rest assured, my preferences are far, far, better than your preferences. Why's this?
Porno! Porno! Porno! Jesus mother of fuck I loves me porno. I don't need women, I don't need cooter, nor asshole, nor mouth (nor any other crevice I probably shouldn't be shoving things in) -- Why? Cause I gots fuckin' Porno! To hell with sex, I've got a hand, some bar soap, and a fresh box of Kleenex.
I could go on about how much I loves Porno, and how much of a useless pile of steaming cow feces you are, but, to be bluntly honest, I think I've said my bit on the subject of Porno -- Perhaps I should talk about other movies?
Ok, making movies?
...Pirating them?
Fuck, fine -- Making pornos -- is of the finest art known to man. It's delicate, it sensitive, it needs hot bitches and pumped-to-shit penis, it needs semen on the walls, and the bed sheets, and on the faces of the fuckers. And let us not forget the female...
You get the point.
Fuck television, it serves me one purpose, and one purpose only -- To watch me pornos, but let's not get into porno again. I've said my bit. Television is by bar the most mind numbing, skull fucking, shit packing, fear mongering waste-of-fucking-time tool I have ever come across. If I wanted to be told how to look like some Anorexic whore (not that I don't, really) I'd start hanging out in alt.binaries.puke.gut (AFAIK it's not a real group, I don't want to hear about it later, k?). But I'm not. Why? Because: