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I never actually thought the day would arrive that I would end up throwing something at cunny but this motherfucker had it comming since I came back to school after the summer taking things out of my locker and then putting them back and doing sick shit like that so finally today the book was returned when I went back to the locker after lunch and in 5 seconds I had thrown the book at him he’s so tall I don’t think it even got passed his shoulders and he can’t touch me cause he’s like 6 foot and I’m 5.5 I don’t know I’m short I think well anyway more to the point I will post the 1man1jar with a voice over PRETENDING to be cunny and I don’t claim to be him I’m just trying to do this for myself to feel better he did say some crazy ass whack shit but I had a sharp tongue and replied back with worse sick shit (I can play his mother fucking game) and no wonder I’m swearing all day

Anyway I felt relieved the whole day at school and when I came home that’s when I started to reflect on what I Did and I was like oh my god I really can’t remember how I did it because it happened in an instant I don’t know how it happened it just did I’m not saying his first or last name for security purposes even though he spreads shit around the school about me and my family and friends but what the fuck this video is gonna be so funny I’m basing it on what his personality is like in school because I am way different outside of school I am more calm less tense but I do have those times too out of school btw life is life but why the hell would cunny want to spend the rest of his life wasting it ,its a shaaaaaaaame. Well all I can say on good thing about encounters n a friday evening with cunny I write amazing music no joke I have 2 amazing songs written about this motherfucker but the one I wrote today Is fucking amazing but my most favourite song ever that I wrote is called 0ne More Time oh my god I just love it its like my girlfriend
And to finish off the Friday 13th yes I do believe in the curse because something came over me and made me do what I did in my normal mind set I would have never done that I would have walked up and caused a scene with a shouting match but not throw a lil book at him

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Our “beloved and benevolent” mayor, Michael Bloomberg, shook hands with a witness for a convicted terrorist.

Bloomberg overturned term limits, and bought himself a third term.

Bloomberg spent over $100,000,000 on his campaign. Meanwhile, the city’s debt keeps growing.

Bloomberg has helped create luxury condos, which the middle-class he “cares so much about” could never afford. But his rich friends can.

Bloomberg is a menace to New York. I don’t want to live here anymore. Not while he’s in charge. He’s a smug, self-serving prick, and he only cares about himself and people like him.

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Government assholes aside, today was an interesting day. See, I own 5 pairs of shoes: 1 pair boots, 1 pair sneakers, 1 pair dress shoes, 1 pair work boots, and 1 pair slippers. The washing machine decided to leak today. Everything but my regular boots are soaked.

You can probably tell I had a good day. More later, possibly.

You know why people make limited editions? Because they designed something so fucking embarrassingly ugly that they weren’t allowed to produce a full line. Take these limited edtion Nike Vandals for example. Fuck my ass, you have to be insane or on crack to want to wear these motherfuckers. But hey; you get to be the only kid on the block wearing a Hawaiian coral reef on your feet. Shit, I’d rather walk around in coconuts man.

De vez em quando, vale a pena esquecer o que os pais e as aulas de boas maneiras ensinaram: em momentos de dor, xingar pode ajudar, e muito.

A descoberta partiu de um estudo coordenado pelo psicólogo Richard Stephens, da Universidade Keele, na Inglaterra.

Intrigado com o uso automático de palavrões como reação imediata ao sofrimento físico, Stephens decidiu investigar o papel das expressões ofensivas na resposta do corpo à dor.

Fez um experimento com 67 estudantes: mergulhou a mão deles em um recipiente com água extremamente gelada e deixou que proferissem todos os xingamentos que quisessem. Em um segundo momento, repetiu a experiência, mas não foi permitido que falassem palavrões. Quando xingaram, resistiram por 30 segundos a mais à baixa temperatura.

O estudo constatou que dizer palavrões aumenta os batimentos cardíacos e diminui a percepção da dor. Tais efeitos podem ocorrer porque praguejar induziria no corpo a anulação do vínculo entre medo e percepção da dor. Uma ressalva: recorrer a palavrões não amenizaria os padecimentos de homens acostumados a usar essa linguagem. Para se beneficiar da “boca suja”, é necessário utilizá-la com moderação.

Antes de mergulhar no território do baixo calão, Richard Stephens, 41, já investigou os efeitos cognitivos da ressaca, das repetitivas cabeçadas realizadas por jogadores de futebol e até do hábito de mascar chicletes. Abaixo, trechos da entrevista concedida à Folha.

I’ve been watching this one, waiting for a more complete report of the flora and fauna of Papua’s lost world. Of course, the information released to the general public is as sparse as the cunt hair on an octopus. It’s been reviewed by the same assholes who told us 9/11 was caused by improper termite prevention (fuck you, Orkin Man) and edited accordingly. The actual findings have been watered down to seem harmless: fanged frogs, bats and gigantic lizards that chase kangaroos up trees. That would be charming, if it were true. It’s obvious that they spun the “giant rat with no fear of humans” to evoke adorable images of Attack of the Killer Shrews.

Fortunately, I have come into possession of Dr. McGavin’s original journal, splattered with the entrails of four unlucky scientists who “were never part of the expedition.” Allow me to share some exerpts:

“This morning, after Dr. Anne Lindy – botanist – sucked my cock and made breakfast, the rest of us began to map the area around the campsite. We cataloged several interesting beetles and dared my graduate student, Jackson, to eat one. Motherfucker actually did it. We didn’t even have to offer him money… I respect Marcus Kim for his valuable work evaluating the calls of the many species of non-migratory birds in the area, but there’s no fucking way I’m dipping my dick into Anne’s asshole if he’s already spread concrete in there. We’re running out of condoms…

“Jackson has apparently contracted some kind of disease and he’s being a real dickhole about it. Dr. Kim recorded a screeching howl in the middle of the night that sounded distinctly similar to King Kong. Anne was frightened, but I gave her a little warm milk to help her sleep… We decided at lunch to explore a patch of dense undergrowth to the west of the campsite. Our entomologist, Richard Pradence, stepped into a crevasse and was drug into the darkness below. We shined our flashlights into the depths and could see Morlocks feasting on his fucking face. No shit…

“Some kind of big ass rat got into the marshmallows while we were loading Dr. Lindy like a shotgun (over and under). Without marshmallows, the chocolate bars and graham crackers are worthless. In my rage, I threw them into the jungle. If things keep going like this, we may have to eat Jackson… Never mind eating Jackson. The boils on his face and nuts exploded. He looks like a Chinese finger trap… The condoms are gone. We have to take our chances pulling out and blasting Anne in the face. I’m trying to be calm for the others, but things are looking desperate…

“We found some other fucked up animals today and took some pictures. An ant the size of a football chewed Marcus’ eyeballs out. I tried to catch him, but he apparently has some kind of biologically-based molecular transporter. We stuffed Dr. Kim’s head with bromeliad, a common flowering plant that is well-known for its ability to keep your fucking brains from leaking out. For fun, I put Dr. Kim’s cock in the festering mucous that used to be Jackson’s throat and told him it was sloppy seconds. Still, I can’t help but feel uneasy…

“I’m pretty sure Marcus is dead. A pterodactyl snatched him from his lawn chair, flew straight up for about 200 feet, and was eaten mid-air by an enormous fire-breathing turtle with makeup on. This cross-dressing Gamera is the find of a lifetime, but I take no joy in it. Anne is on her period and she’s turned into a total bitch. This expedition is over.”

See? It’s not all grunting fish and geckos. Science is serious business, friends. And I guaran-damn-tee you that these kinds of discoveries have always been, and will always be, hidden from the masses. Think about all the other sightings of Transvestii Gamera that have been covered up. Armstrong saw him on the moon. He flew over Woodstock. He caused the Chicago fire of 1971. Need proof? Ask the government. If they say it didn’t happen, then it definitely did.

Maybe it’s what a week of constant drizzling rain has done to me, or my leaky ceilings, or that summer feels over and distant now and memories of good swimming still flood my mind. Or maybe it’s just that our bodies are mostly water.

But Ballads of the Revolution feels like an album that evolved straight out of the ocean. It pours out thin and silvery at first in a nearly imperceptible fog. You get lost in the mystic veil. You may experience something akin to baptism, or you may simply sit on the bank and watch what Greenwood croons in it’s final glorious track:

Like the ripples on a tranquil sea (yeah)

That rise from the deep unseen

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-kevin-

Een goed nummer moet gecoverd worden.Dat is een ding wat de muziek geschiedenis ons wel vertelt.En zo deed De Staat laatst bij Gieltje Beelen een cover van het onder Barry’s bekende nummer van Sidney Samson ‘Riverside’ :

já pensou me enterrar viva?
quero ser enterrada coma maconha do meu lado
a cocaina em cima do meu caixão

A heroina percorre sua veia
faz um estrago mortal
tanto no seu corpo
quando na sua alma
mas eu gosto dela
a heroina é minha amiga

Meu estoque de heroina tá cabando…
só tenho duas aplicações até amanhã
cocaina…meu fornecedor tá em falta…
sabe cocaina pode se conseguir em qualquer lugar, mais sabe aquela com a qualidedade que vc gosta, só tem um fornecedor mesmo Sapo.
Me fodam!

salvem a minha alma das drogas
cada vez me sinto pior
a luz vai diminuindo
a escuridão se aproxima
e a heroina faz o seu efeito
eu me sinto sedada

e assim eu durmo mais uma vez

aplicando heroina…
sabe pq heroina é bom…
o efeito é imediato
te deixa mais acordada
o impacto é profundo
é emo.cionante

Quer um motivo pra me drogar…ver meus pais brigarem
isso é um puta motivo pra
mergulhar na depressão

acabei de almoçar…depois eu fumo um baseado básico.
Twitter?que diabos é isso?
já não basta ter um blog doidona ainda vou ter um twitter que cheira cocaina tbm?

por favor…não me dêem idéias.

Coração negro

resultado da minha overdose:tô em prova final em uma das matérias da faculdade…
merda
isso que dá cheirar bastante
hahahahahahaahaha

Bem eu tenho um peerfil real no orkut, só que não vou me identificar pois ai vai ficar fácil descobrir a Sophia dentro de mim.
Quem é experiente faz cigarro de maconha com folha de fichário.

um cigarro de maconha…
alguém quer fumar um?

Ferrou…se tem outra coisa que eu gosto de fazer além de usar drogas, é escutar música…
Escutar um rock pesadinho, do bom…

só que a merda resolveu pifar bem agora…
preciso de fumar um pouco peraê.;

Hoje não tive faculdade, graças a boa maconha…esta joça tá acabando…tô no primeiro periodo…imagine aquele monte de aluninho chato, trabalho em grupo, auqelas pessoas com caras de serem legais….um saco!
Por isso prefiro meus amigos verdadeiros:as drogas.
elas me dão mais tranquilidade, mais vontade de continuar…por que se fosse por mim mesma já tinha me acabado há muito tempo

uahauahauaahauaha
só rindo mesmo…
vcs tem medo de ficar noiados tbm?

tipo acabei de acordar…
putz ficafr 8 horas sem usar nada é uma barra.
Minha droga preferda é a cocaina…por isso não dá pra fazer com a minha buceta um baseado, como dizem nos comentários.
Minha buceta é suja e drogada tbm
não se intrometam nas minhas doideras

Et hop, voici un extrait tout chaud du dernier spectacle de Florence Foresti, MotherFucker, tourné durant le spectacle “Juste pour rire“:

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