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Jonny

Fuck'em if they can't take a joke!

About Me

This is the worst thing going right here folks, trying to sum up 26 years of stupidity in one little box of words.I'm 3rd out of four siblings who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent, I grew up with loving parents Heman on saturday mornings and Superfriends was on before lunch.(killer!) I grew to understand that swearing while jumping on nieghbours sheds and mooning the pool party next door was wrong and a good soap-eating, punch in the guts, grounded for a week way to end up in solitary. But your brother was still aloud to run thru the place screaming bloody murder and parade around with all of your toys you couldn't play with. That son of a bitch!Then there was cruddy recess bully time, everyone got lunch money removed and stripped of their dignity in the process. Until one day when the villagers took up pitch forks and fought the great beast into the top-most level of the jungle gym only to set fire to it and...ok that never happened.I ramble, sometimes its good, but not this time.

My Interests

This is crazy, ready?I camp, hold on to your ass there's more, I drink, smoke too much dope and write music. I like long walks off of short peers and often find myself drunk, stoned and wandering alone.God bless the makers of booze and dope.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone, unless you're not from around here, if you know what I mean....freaky alien bastards....always just creapy enough that you think you see things after Close Encounters is over.

Music:

Yes I have heard of this music before......

Movies:

It beats TV any day. Shit, if I wanted to loose brain cells I drink and smoke more of the green than one man should in a day, not watch 'reality' TV. Someone needs to tell those Tv executives that a dead horse can only be beaten for so long.

Television:

I've heard tell of this so called 'television'.

Books:

Anything with pictures

Heroes:

My father, Superman, Wolverine and any hick with one tooth who still thinks they word didja exsists. (ie: didja get them'ere shotguns a'loadid yet Zeik?) And the number 7, that son-of-a-bitch had some balls on him. How many 9's can this monster take down? (that was a counting joke, but not at all funny)

My Blog

Happiness is a Vurtue

The good, the bad, the old and the sad All these things spinning so fast driving us mad Then one moment in time without reason or rhyme Something brings us together the feelings sublime One moment of ...
Posted by Jonny on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:53:00 PST