Nips of steel, balls of brass
The curious collection of eccentric ramblings and declarations of a demented and erratic denizen of the third ball of crust and water from a star located on the edge of the Milky Way galaxy.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Natures Candy
I love mangoes, in fact, I love all fruit.
I love any fruit that feels like your biting air, but you get that intensely satisfying burst of Godlike flavor in your mouth that makes your taste buds scream out in pure ecstasy.
That delectable knowledge of knowing that you are enjoying one of natures many gifts to us is a beautiful experience that should be shared by all.
Fruit is the Sun and I am Earth, revolving around it’s immense glory that is taste.
Except cantelope. Fuck cantelope.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Castle
The grounds of the fortress were empty. Nothing stirred except for the wind blowing against the thousands of arrows that jet from the ground like deadly blades of grass coming from a crimson sea. The sounds of birds in the distance broke the silence in this empty fortress that was once chaotic with the battle cries of it's occupants.
Sanguine was the new color of the ground and walls of outside of the behemoth of a castle. The crumbling walls served as a reminder of what had just taken place.
I stepped through the now splintered remains of the castle gate and looked in awe at the mighty statue of what was once the King.
"He ugly as shit", I proclaimed while urinating on the statue. "This place sucks, I'm gonna pillage a whore house or something", I thought to myself as I road off into the horizon on my valiant steed, zipping up my pants, as I forgot to earlier.
Sanguine was the new color of the ground and walls of outside of the behemoth of a castle. The crumbling walls served as a reminder of what had just taken place.
I stepped through the now splintered remains of the castle gate and looked in awe at the mighty statue of what was once the King.
"He ugly as shit", I proclaimed while urinating on the statue. "This place sucks, I'm gonna pillage a whore house or something", I thought to myself as I road off into the horizon on my valiant steed, zipping up my pants, as I forgot to earlier.
Friday, April 8, 2011
That old fuck.
Once upon a time, there lived and old fuck. He was a bastard, this old fuck. He lived on a giant hill that overlooked the entire neighborhood. He had a swimming pool that he never used. It made the neighbors jealous, that old fuck. He complained about the the jolly noise of the ice cream truck, which stopped coming. The little kids went without ice cream, that old fuck. He called animal control on the neighborhood cats, which were promptly put to sleep, that old fuck.
One day, when the old fuck finally kicked the bucket, the people of the neighborhood were thrilled. Many years later, the neighborhood was bought and replaced with a giant mall. On the opening day, the mall was filled with crowds of happy shoppers. Later in the day, the mall exploded. It just fucking exploded.
Later on, it was discovered that a makeshift tunnel filled with water was found underground starting under where the old fuck used to live, running to a lake nearby. the lake bottom was littered with corpses, one of which drifted through the tunnels under the mall and blocked the water going into one of the pipes. The walls started to crumble and ruptured a gas line. It exploded and killed everyone in the mall, that old fuck.
One day, when the old fuck finally kicked the bucket, the people of the neighborhood were thrilled. Many years later, the neighborhood was bought and replaced with a giant mall. On the opening day, the mall was filled with crowds of happy shoppers. Later in the day, the mall exploded. It just fucking exploded.
Later on, it was discovered that a makeshift tunnel filled with water was found underground starting under where the old fuck used to live, running to a lake nearby. the lake bottom was littered with corpses, one of which drifted through the tunnels under the mall and blocked the water going into one of the pipes. The walls started to crumble and ruptured a gas line. It exploded and killed everyone in the mall, that old fuck.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Chest tattoo of the Gods
Monday, February 21, 2011
In a perfect world...
Cigarettes make your breath taste like awesome and and give off a scent that attracts the opposite sex. Or the same sex, because the tobacco companies developed a formula that detects your sexual preference. Except pedophilia, because there are no pedophiles. No necrophiliacs either because no one dies. They just move to Mars to prevent overpopulation. Mars was colonized. Martians live there. They poop gold. Not that gold has any value because everyone has everything they need, it just looks nice.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Lack of a better name...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Midnight Meat Run
Last night me and a few homies played nut-ball. The rules are simple.
1. Sit on ground
2. Spread legs out
3. First person attempts to land a ball onto the the testicles of opponent
4. Opponent retaliates
5. Landing a hit scores a point
6. First person with 3 points is declared the victor
I lost...
After a riveting game of testicular abuse, I went to Taco Bell at midnight with people and ate tacos. It was awesome.
1. Sit on ground
2. Spread legs out
3. First person attempts to land a ball onto the the testicles of opponent
4. Opponent retaliates
5. Landing a hit scores a point
6. First person with 3 points is declared the victor
I lost...
After a riveting game of testicular abuse, I went to Taco Bell at midnight with people and ate tacos. It was awesome.
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