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what the fuck ?
that was just
completely "useless"
what a fucking waste
of my time
just like everything else
nothing ...
not a god damn thing
all I got
was a nose full of mud
from trying
to get out of there
as fast as I could
with the peanut gallery
yelling "fifth gear on the backroads !"
good thing I've been
driving for a living
for the last 15 years
that fucking thing
looked like it hadn't
been moved in years
just spiders and bug shells
what the fuck?
and to make it worse
that mother fucking
piece of shit
quit on me again
so there was a need
for extra traffic
of all the cocksucking places
that I didn't
need to be
right there
dead again
now hear this :
I QUIT !
I FUCKING QUIT ! ! ! ! ! !
that was just
completely "useless"
what a fucking waste
of my time
just like everything else
nothing ...
not a god damn thing
all I got
was a nose full of mud
from trying
to get out of there
as fast as I could
with the peanut gallery
yelling "fifth gear on the backroads !"
good thing I've been
driving for a living
for the last 15 years
that fucking thing
looked like it hadn't
been moved in years
just spiders and bug shells
what the fuck?
and to make it worse
that mother fucking
piece of shit
quit on me again
so there was a need
for extra traffic
of all the cocksucking places
that I didn't
need to be
right there
dead again
now hear this :
I QUIT !
I FUCKING QUIT ! ! ! ! ! !
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I was the happiest guy in the world . . .
but fate likes to play a little game
called "up yours moe."
*but I'm not a guy
no radio
no sight or sound at all
I refuse
I don't need you anyway
i like this..
it speaks to me loudly & clearly
been my self
it reminds me of back-roads bullshit in iowa
funny shit really
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
nice.
thanks chadwick
maybe I'll get
a little humor out of it
when I take 16 years
worth of notes & papers
and spread them out
all over his lawn . . .
right before it rains
* * * * * *
notes & papers
broken glass & coins
clothing & trinkets
who knows . . .
maybe I'll take a big dump (shit) on his porch
if you truly got screwed over
the person who has done the screwy you over bit
probably should have you use his porch as a toilet
and his lawn as a paper covered soggy mess
perhaps you could toilet paper the trees in the yard
get a bucket of dog shit and dump it on his car
shimmy on up a ladder, get atop the house roof with a cordless drill, fill the roof fulla hole
take a gallon of safety yellow or black paint & paint
fuck you on the side of his house & car
these things would be hilarious & stuff
but in all reality probably not the words of wisdom
karma my friend
karma always finds us
oneway of another
karma comes 'round & 'round & 'round
or
you could always hire me to whip his fuckin ass
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
thank you fine sir
for making me laugh
I really don't think that I was screwed over
just blowing off a little steam
(after what I've been through, I think I've earned that right)
I would never do those things to him
(besides . . . soggy paper is kinda hard to read)
its hard sometimes to just sit back and try to clear your mind
especially when the smell of bacon grease clouds it up again
I'm just lost right now.
as for beating anyone up . . .
He's tough and strong
with big hard muscles,
I'm sure he could hold his own
(maybe I could hire you to whip a few other fucking asses)
there were a few painful lessons learned around here last week
about fighting
(your face gets fucked up)
fair enough
besides i'm a big wuss myself
yep fighting fucks up one's face, or both faces.
stitches are required or not, let it heal up on its own, fuck it..
ribs get busted
lungs collapse
noses get flattened
heads get kicked in
blood gets fed into the ground like so much red water
a head bleeds alot,
ligaments, tendons, and bones get contorted 'round a bit..kinda like snapped & shit
throats & nuts get strangled
eyes sometimes roll back in one's head, or both heads
sometimes a table flipped upside down completely covered in 40 ounce beer bottles makes for good padding on a kitchen floor for one's knees when kickin ass takes place only to fill one's shoes with blood, glass all up in knees and a sliced up back for the dumby who likes beating on women...
fuck that cocksucker...
now doors are opened out of respect for me & my family as he looks at the ground...
next...anyone?
but you know what??
the best thing to do is walk away from a fight.
i've step away from many, many fights.
i'm done fighting now.
my words do the fighting for me.
that and reputation
we could always introduce whom you're speaking of to a gentleman and one of my best friends by the name of Russel..(yikes)
we're all getting older though..the boots & axes are resting
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce