They are surprisingly good singers and with a little effort they could have made this a good video. Creepy and fucked up, but still good. I really liked the "Jesus is a Cunt" t-shirt.
So I'm watching Dirty Sexy Money right now. There was a reference to “The Italian Banker,” so I decided to look this up and to see what it entailed. In my not so successful searches I ended up on Wikipedia.
No, that’s not enough. More, more. It’s important that you help me reinforce the stereotype of the sex-obsessed gay man who fucks compulsively and indiscriminately, thereby living an empty and hollow existence in which he is unable to love.
Any orifice will do. Oh, you have genital warts? That’s okay, I do too. And AIDS and every other STD imaginable, which are, of course, punishment for my immoral lifestyle.
You, over there. Yeah, you. You’ll do.
Are you straight? Yes? Shit, that’s great. The fact that you’re having sex with me permits me to brand you as a homosexual, a ‘closet case’ as it were. And everybody knows that the scientifically observed fact of sexuality being fluid and permitting a plethora of activity outside the bounds of standard heterosexuality is bullshit, so come out of the closet already, you fucking faggot.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your cock. As you ram it down my throat, it’s apparent to me that it’s not the act itself that turns me on, so much as the high I get from symbolically possessing aspects of a masculinity that I have denied in myself. For this we can surely blame my father, who never taught me to play baseball.
So now that you’re having sex with me and I’ve brought you down to my level, I can feel, if only for a moment, like being gay isn’t all that bad. As if it isn’t a behavior that I know deep in my soul to be unnatural and against the will of God.
That’s it, come in my mouth. Mmmm.
Okay, next! How about you? Oh, you’re gay? Whatever.
Hey, maybe we can devise some semblance of a mutual relationship, and pretend that we are in love? Perhaps this will provide a brief respite for the crushing knowledge that we are in fact uber-narcissistic man-children, forever slaves to a thumb-sucking mommy complex, and destined to die in loneliness and despair because we can never love anyone as much as we love ourselves?
Anyway, fuck me in the ass.
What—you’re putting on a condom? Jesus, you gotta be kidding me. Do you really think I respect my body and myself enough to want to protect myself from an STD that--heavens forefend--I don’t already possess?
Please. I would consider it an honor to receive your diseased meat and/or the toxic seed contained within. It would only hasten my departure from a world in which I attempt to normalize behaviors that are quite obviously unnatural, exhibiting a denial bordering on psychosis in which I do not see that men were given a penis and women a vagina for a reason, and that homosexual behavior violates the very fabric of human existence and the universe.
Harder, please. Also, keep calling me your cock-hungry fuck puppet. Your continued thrusting and hurling of insults only turns me on more. Oh, it may seem that we’re only role-playing, and the slaps you apply so generously to my face and ass are a fetishistic device used to enhance the sexual relations we are currently enjoying.
But we both know that your hatred is real, and what may seem like an innocent game is actually a serious expression of the hatred you feel for yourself, and my acceptance of this hatred hinges upon my sublimated desire to be punished for the sinful lifestyle that I have chosen, yes chosen, for myself.
Yeah, pump your load into my ass.
Isn’t it depressing to think of all that is wasted in the act we have just completed? Instead of taking part in the beautiful creation of life, we have instead resigned ourselves to a state of suspended adolescence in which we espouse the futile and vile notion that the gay lifestyle is somehow “normal” and “acceptable.”
Your precious seed of life has become little more than excrement, to be eventually shat out of my bowels and cast into the sewer, the sewer where our kind most assuredly belongs.
Guys! Calm down, there’s enough back door access for everyone.
Jason would be proud of my coupon skills today. I spent $95.98 and my total savings was $49.
I ended up having to drive to Green Bay yesterday. My mom didn’t want to drive back, so I had to do a one way rental car and pick her up. She didn’t like the route that I was coming back, so I had to turn around and go her way. Needless to say, we got lost. And then she blames it on me. Grr.
Haven’t made an entry in a while so this might be a bit scattered.
Had my birthday thingie at grandparent’s place on Wednesday. Had some really good food and got some presents. Got a new monitor, card reader, MB club membership, and a Better Than Ezra CD.
Thoughts on the MTV music awards: The sound quality was shit, it kept cutting out. Britney has become an awful performer. She was in a sequined bikini and her gut was hanging out. She was dancing like she was drunk, the backup dancers were better. Sara Silverman is an awful comedian. There’s going to be a new Indiana Jones movie?
Went to Hay Days with the family. Lots of interesting people. Some neat snowmobiles too.
Had dad’s 50th birthday at Action City. Had a lot of fun with the whole family out on the go cart track. I’m surprised at how low the turnout was. More people showed up from my mom’s side of the family than my dad’s.
Linda is still in the hospital. They had to put her in a halo last week; I’ll be going down to visit next weekend.
You scored as Modernist, Modernism represents the thought that science and reason are all we need to carry on. Religion is unnecessary and any sort of spirituality halts progress. You believe everything has a rational explanation. 50% of Americans share your world-view.
Guy #1: It may take a few tries, but it works -- you can flush them down the toilet.
Guy #2: I didn't think you could flush something, y'know -- solid. Don't they jam up the toilet?
Guy #1: Nope. I guess they're not big enough, or maybe I've been lucky, but I've never had a problem.
Guy #2: If you're going to kill them anyway, I don't see why you have those live traps.
Guy #1: Sherry won't let me get regular traps, so I don't tell her I'm flushing the mice, and everything's cool. I just tell her I'm setting them loose outside.
"I’m not sure of the significance of the bride and groom smearing cake all over each other’s face; it’s probably a fertility ritual, but it looks like the results of a really great blow-job to me."
This is fucking bullshit. I take my car in for service, again, and it comes back to me with a warning light on. And they haven’t even addressed all of my concerns.
(3 November 2006, Michigan) Death by train is almost too common to merit a Darwin Award. Few people are unaware of the three most important facts about trains: 1) Trains cannot stop quickly. 2) Trains cannot swerve. 3) In any collision, the train always wins.
Forgetting these rules, a 20-year old man was walking down the railroad tracks in Comstock Township, near Kalamazoo, Michigan. This, in and of itself, is not even close to Darwinian stupidity. Trains are loud, and they announce their approach from quite a distance, allowing ample time to clear their path. However, our Darwin contender made sure the odds were in the train's favor by wearing a pair of headphones with the music turned up loud. Louder than the train's whistle, apparently.
The news report didn't mention what song he was listening to, but I'm guessing it was "Don't Look Back" by Boston. Not looking back sealed his fate. Despite several loud blasts of the horn by the train engineer, our Darwin contender kept strolling down the rails in musical bliss, until Amtrak removed him from the gene pool. Reference: Kalamazoo Gazette
So, my aunt and uncle got into a car accident on Saturday night. My parents and grandparents drove over to Green Bay to visit them in the hospital and I’ve been staying at my parents’ place to take care of the dogs. Got an update on their condition this last night and as of this morning nothing has changed. Apparently my uncle is fine except for a broken rib. My aunt hasn’t faired quite as well. One dislocated leg, the other leg is broken in three places, and she crushed a few vertebrae in her neck. Last I had heard this morning was that my parents were driving back tonight. The only problem is that they said they were going to be back earlier tonight and they’re not answering their phones either. Currently I’m hoping Linda is doing well and they just didn’t hear their phones…
Caught the last couple of minutes of the South Park Whore Off. Just seeing a cartoon Paris Hilton cram a pineapple in was extremely amusing to me. Then to be topped off by Mr. Slave fitting all of Paris Hilton and the pineapple up his ass…
Make your way to the small intestine. There you will meet the Sparrow Prince who can guide you to the Catatafish…
With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
- Steven Weinberg
