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[13 May 2005|12:57pm] |
SALVATOR ANGELO DIAMACO IS A HUG FAGGOT
THAT IS ALL
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[17 Dec 2004|07:58pm] |
what the fuck is up with santa??
if you are gonna lie to kids why tell them a real fat man is gonna squeeze through a little chimney hole. and what the fuck does he have to do with jesus or christmas anyways.
i was at my G moms house looking at her christmas shit all set up she has a manjoor scene with big as pine trees with snow omn them know im no religious guy or anything but im prettuy fucking sure it dosnet fucking snow in egypy let alone do they have god damn pine trees.
i bought a new whip its a 97 dodge its aight. it dosnet suck complete asshole
i fucked sals mother again she sure as hell aint getting any tighter over time.
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| MY HERO DIED TODAY |
[14 Nov 2004|07:18pm] |
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WU TANG- 36 CHAMBERS |
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old drty batard is dead
WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK
he was gonna play ottobar soon and now im pretty sure that shows cancelled
the other night while i was outside my car it popped into reverse flying into a tree which is suprisngly god since it could have hit ivans house or went in the bay
FUCK YOU ALL
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[03 Nov 2004|05:56pm] |
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i found my slef sitting in a room with beetlejuice, pee wee herman, a naughty cop, more "white gangstas" then ive ever seen but it all worked out because i had myself a fifth of everclear.
after drinking half the bottle i somehow begin a conversation about the upcoming election with some girl whos name i was to drunk to care about and some kid in a black flag shirt this helps me to realive im not drunk enough because i still have the abilty to talk so i yet again begin to chug at the bottle.
after i lose all abilty to think, speak, walk, and reason, of course the police arriveand decide to take everyone out of the house and make us stand on the lawn for twenty minutes which seemed like a lifetime since i could not feel my legs
after begin aloud to reenter the house we decide to leave the circus as ricky white called it and found ourselves in the local IHOP
i drunkly sat there and ate my omelette from hell which i began to regret as soon as i got outsuide beacse i threw it all up and then i began to vomit BLLOD which hurt ALOT
the next day i was so hungover i had no food in my stomach i was dry heaving until blood vessils inmy face blew and my head felt like it was being crushed in a vice
the moral of the story is
EVERCLEAR FUCKING RULES
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[22 Sep 2004|12:34pm] |
ANOTHER NIGHT IN AMERICA
WHERE ARE DREAMS THEY DIE
AND OUR LIVES ARE USED UP
WELL EVERYTHING IS GOING ABOUT AS GOOD AS THEY FUCKING COULD BE
IM LIVING WITH MY BROTHER BECAUSE MONEY RULES THE WORLD AND I SADLY DONT HAVE ANY
MY CAR DOSENT LIKE TO GO IN REVERSE WELL IT DOES BUT ONLY WHEN IT WANTS AND I STILL HAVE NO BACK LIGHTS BUT I GOT A TICKET FOR THEM SO I HAVE TO GET THEM FIXED SOON
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| GET BACK TO WERE YOU ONCE BELONGED |
[25 Aug 2004|07:16am] |
im sitting here listing to old beatles and smiths albums
yesterday at work everythig broke our cooler was broken, our water fucked up, and we were busy
hot pockets and rum now thats a ballanced breakfats
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