Well I when I finally came to this afternoon, I couldnt believe that I actaully made some kind of progress on this page last night. I knew I was getting drunk, or trying to at least, but I dont remember getting a lot of this crap up and running. Impressive if I will say so myself. Im still trying to figure out some of this html bullshit. When I try to decrease the font size it gets so friggen small that I know you idiots wouldnt be able to see if, thats assuming you know how to read anyway.

The Fox news channel was on earlier, I overheard that the New York lotto for 9/11 came out as 9 1 1. Those little beer pong balls with numbers on them popped up that sucky-shoot thingy oddly enough, 911. Now there's some creepy shit. THEN, I found out this shit.

After talking to my dog the other day while watching Spongebob, I really got to thinking. As much fun as I am having, Id love to be a cartoon, or my dog. Im not just talking any shitty cartoon. Im talking Spongebob, Futurama or quite mostly, The Simpsons.. To top things off I came across this idiot who won a replica of the Simpson house, and the fucker was rambling on about PAINTING it. Christ, now theres someone who cant appreciate the fine things in life. What a fucking cock head. Well after a few drinks, I got thouroughly drunk and became extremely pissed at this asshole. After induldging myself in a few more drinks and a nice episode of Iron Chef, I got back to surfing, via the net & came across this that touched me in a special fuzzy kinda way. I felt like Matt Groening himself wanted me to become a part of the family. And Im aight.

I'm Barney, who are you? by Lexi

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Wednesday, September 11th This is quiet possibly the fourth or fifth time attempting a webpage. while Id like to blame it on ADD and society, Ill suck it up and give it to you straight. Im fucking lazy. Eventually Ill get some kind of mission statement so you know why I feel the need to keep trying to get my shit on the web. When I say my shit, that is the stuff that would ooooze from my head if I broke my skull open like the time I was pushed out of a moving car. I had a lot to say after that little incident. ..drunk by noon but that's ok, Ill be president someday..! Im always up to see what other people are saying, so I can say what I think, LOUDER. Im here to entertain you, just as all you crazy fucks are here to entertain me. So lets have some fun. You have something to say? You see that feedback icon? Click it. Im sure you got the idea by now, so point and click motherfucker. Be heard in life...its just like sex..speak up or youll never get what you want. And why not wear it too? If you like distasteful shirts just as much as me..check this place out. nice shirts for you cheap bastards. Which brings me to my next point. My plans for the future Its inevitable, at least as far as you know, that we're all gonna die. But who's to say that we are going to end up in Heaven or Hell? What if we're already there? What if this is Heaven? Hell, what if this is Hell? I picture Hell like this, a few degrees hotter, and one beer short. Everyone is walking around, asking and looking for their next drink. It's horrible. But what this does, it keeps things interesting. It keeps people on their toes. The lazy fuckers. Well my plans, are to come back and haunt people. Not just anyone though, mostly the people I like. The people I hang with now, that kid around, with serious connotations about how Im an alcoholic. I have no problems with this, but Im gonna have some fun with them in the afterlife. And screw those fucking chains that Waldorf and Statler carry around in the Muppets Night Before Christmas. Those crazy old fuckers. They're doing it all wrong. Not that I want to change history's xmas stories, but Im gonna do damn hell right. Im going throw some nuts and screws in empty beer cans and jingle jangle them to my dead hearts content. I cant wait.