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2007-03-28 at 1:06 a.m.
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here it is everyone, but its not really finished and its months late...
“I don’t know what class that girl has been going to but this class is not fun at all, it is boring and from hell. she probably thinks its fun because she is one of those people who has loud conversations with her 8 friends that she is sitting with and they completely drown out the prof. and don’t ever take notes, so there is no sense in them even being there, if I was a fucking ditz like that I would think the class was fun too. But I’m not. Maybe I would have more fun if I was though. fucking stupidity is bliss.” -
- I Need a Job, 2004-11-11 at 11:33 a.m.
“as I look at a piece of mail that came to my house for Precious Fournier, I think to myself "I need a job". a striper lived here, that’s exciting, and her ghost still haunts this house, I can feel it in my...in my...lap”
- I Need a Job, 2004-11-11 at 11:33 a.m.
If people dont write me notes i will get really mad and never write in my diary again, because i will think that everyone hates me and all i care about is what other people think, because i am a shallow person, i am the shallow end of the ocean, i am the wading pool at Wilmont park, and i am full of pee.
- Write me notes, 2004-11-09 at 1:11 a.m.
Then today I wanted to make rice, and as i was preparing it I saw that there was a huge bottle of cooking oil on the stove = strike one! Then I noticed that the spoon holder was full of cooking oil = strike two! Then I was boiling water and smoke started to bellow from the burner and it smelled like cooking French fries, so there was cooking oil on the burner = strike three! When cooking with oil one must make sure not to get it ALL OVER EVERYTHING. And then leave it there when they do. It’s a fire hazard, and I don’t want all my things burned, and I don’t think that the person who did it wants their stuff burned either, or themselves
- The Main things of my Day, 2004-11-09 at 12:46 a.m.
holly got earings like a chip bag prize from a bottle of vodka, thats what katelyn told me, she was a lier, i am goin gto stap her in the eyes, till shes def. anyway i have to go peeeeee and listen to corona!!!!!!!!!!!!1994
- ygu bottle action coronawe are the woman, 06-06-23 at 11:43 p.m.
As you probably figured out by the name, this highway is paved with pure platinum and the lines are strips of diamonds. How will this be paid for you might ask...well, when I win Canadian idol I am going to over throw the Canadian government and put all the money in the country into my fucking "way".
(Highly recommended if you hate Casey, and are wondering about bottle action)
Bottle Action all Cleared up, 2006-06-06 at 12:34 a.m.
The best drag queens are the ones that look like they are not even trying to be a woman at all, they just look like a man dressed like a woman, and they got their clothes from jinglers = bottle action, or from their sad old wife, who is home alone while her husband lives an alternative life style without her.
Bottle Action all Cleared up, 2006-06-06 at 12:34 a.m.
6) This was it for me. Little witch booties or grannie boots if you must call them that. Way to go MANNY MORISON, good gawd!!! And the scuffing along in them, it was like a slide, the little witch booted feet never left the floor, as they shuffled along. YOU ARE NOT ANY KIND OF WOMAN; STOP FUCKING TRYING, NOT EVEN CLOSE, BAD BAD BAD TRY. DID YOU EVEN TRY? seriously now, where in the name of SWEET NAGOTIA did those fucking things come from, mother superior's charity closet. = THE ULTIMATE BAD BOTTLE ACTION, BOTTLE OF PISS ACTION!!!
Bottle Action all Cleared up, 2006-06-06 at 12:34 a.m.
anyone that would get off reading this must be compleatly deprived, or have a queen fettish, and by queen I mean the queen of england.
The cum erupted from my cock, and immeditally had no where to go!!!!!!!!! OH, NO, 2006-03-09 at 2:10 a.m.
An update for tiffany = a rose for Emily, remember that story, 2006-03-01 at 10:38 a.m (this name is the quote)
Today my English prof. told us in a sympathetic tone, this story...
"When I lived in Toronto my train was late every Friday because someone had always thrown themselves in front of it."
I hate people who make up lies like this. I do not believe that this happened every Friday, I mean, that’s just a lie; I will never believe it, ever.
Tell me lies pleeeeeease, 2006-01-27 at 10:53 a.m
We start off with Rita in her festive green velvet Muumuu, looking as splendid as a Christmas tree. And, she is accompanied by none other then Pattie Labelle. What the fuck is Pattie Labelle doing with Rita, what the hell kind of connections does the old fat turkey have?
And we close with a scene of Rita's fake TV house, while she is inside eating all the children...and then eating everything else. And then she goes back into hibernation until next Christmas.
Merry Christmas Rita! We Love You
(I suggest reading this whole entry)
Merry Christmas Rita, 2005-12-20 at 12:16 a.m.
i will have something funny to write about after i try to squeeze a fucking christmas tree into my living room.
Animals, grinchness, and preview, 2005-12-13 at 6:51 p.m
and these guys never have a girl in the car with them. which is what you would think their goal would be. they are either always alone or with another guy. or they have squeezed their little noisy car completely full of guys. That must be fun fun.
possibly, these guys are trying to distract peoples attention from their complete imperfection. "if I have a nice car people (girls) will like me." really they know that you have a small dick buddy, and zits on your shaved head, and your voice cracks when you talk, and they don’t really like your car anyway because your not Japanese or Mexican, and those are the only people allowed to have really supped up cars.
(I also suggest reading this whole entry)
Car Guys…Gays?, 2005-11-30 at 9:52 a.m
Hello pedestrians/UNB students, and welcome to the middle of the street. Here, in the middle of the street cars have the right of way, not you. So, the next time you decide to go somewhere, without a car, truck, bicycle, bus, short bus, skidoo, taxi, rickshaw, horse and buggy, or any other street worthy vehicle, think twice before you decide to walk in the middle of the street. Make the smart choice, the safer choice, and do not walk in the middle of the street...
Or I will hit the shit out of you.
Thank you.
Street Road Showdown, 2005-11-23 at 10:15 a.m.
I snap out of this erotic dream to notice that she is adding hard chunks of dark and white chocolate, mixing them together like jungle fever, they dance with interracial loving all over the top and sides of the standing brown erection of ice-cream and creamy sauce.
(if you don’t want to read this whole thing you must be a nun)
XXX, 2005-11-16 at 10:28 p.m.
this is just about the stupidest fucking thing i have ever heard. Seriously, do things cooked in metal cook wear NEVER come out right. No, they almost always do, unless you can’t fucking cook, and if you can’t fucking cook, it doesn’t matter if you cook something in a rubber dish or a metal one, it will still taste and look like fucking shit.
Turn a ho-hum cake into a yum yum cake, 2005-11-02 at 2:10 p.m.
me and katelyn thought it would be funny to light our porch on fire as decoration for halloween, it would be the porch from hell, and we would throw flaming chocolate bars at the kids while we our selves were burning to high heaven.
Halloween Special, 2005-11-01 at 1:52 p.m.
Then some people gave us a tour of their dream house that runs efficiently and organically...because they take their clothes to the dry cleaners in a suit bag and drive a hybrid car. If they really wanted to be organic they would beat their clothes on a rock down by the river and drive a horse and buggy to get there. Assholes.
(Highly suggested reading)
Oprah does not care about anyone but herself, 2005-10-28 at 1:55 a.m.
and my boots from eBay also came in the mail, and if I could somehow contact Amanda-pan the hermit from hell (Haynesville) I would be able to get them/wear them for the rest of my life.
I’m the winner!!!!!!!, 2005-07-06 at 9:21 p.m.
Holly has not been here since Trish moved her room in I don’t think. She probably wouldn’t be able to stand that someone can actually live normally in that same room without it being packed with a steaming pile or feces or clothing/rotten stuff.
I’m Back!!!!!!! , 2005-06-11 at 6:10 p.m.
I blocked Valerie because I told her it is stupid of nickel back to discover a band that sounds exactly like themselves (theory of a dead man) and she got all defensive and said "I don’t care Kyle, I like them both". That’s nice Valerie, and I’m sorry that your taste in music sucks.
A bit of serious negativity, 2005-04-21 at 11:42 a.m.
If you haven’t been following this, there was anything related to rugby in this load of laundry AND a men’s thong...a flame print one...those rugby players are up to something over there, and I want to find out what it is.
Those Flaming Ruggers, 2005-04-12 at 6:00p.m
Here is a message to this girl
GET A FUCKING LIFE!!
And go to a party where everything in the house gets trashed and pissed on, and people have sex in front of everyone. That’s a real party. take your fucking Martha Stewart living tea party with 5 people at it and shove it right up your tight little prude asshole you bitch.
(slightly suggested read)
I live this entry, 2005-04-04 at 6:42 p.m
Yes, we know you are gay, now put your pants back on and gyrate in your bedroom instead of down the street.
(suggested read)
Proud! , 2005-03-17 at 5:47 p.m.
I think he should be allowed to have as much fucking plastic surgery as he wants, and nobody should have anything to say about it. I am addicted to Pepsi and nobody says anything bad about that, so what if he is addicted to cutting his face off over and over again.
That’s all for now, I might be back with something interesting to read later in the week.
FUCK Y'ALL!!!
Michael Jackson is my lord and savior
Thank you…
(suggested read)
Michael Jackson will be your ain true love, 2005-03-15 at 11:37 p.m.
i am distracted now by the strong scent of someone who has shit themselves. Ugh! I also hate it when people don’t use 30 centimeter voices in the computer lab, they just screech out their conversations for everyone to hear, and I don’t fucking care, I also don’t want to smell their poopy bums.
Poop stain patty, 2005-03-02 at 1:01 p.m
Sometimes I like to go out without any underwear on, I don’t know why; it doesn’t turn me on or anything. It doesn’t even feel nicer or make me feel sexy. I just do it for fun and really no reason at all. And really it’s quite dangerous; imagine if my pants fell off when I had no underwear on, everyone in creation would see my pee pee.
The previous was paid for by free baggers of America.
(Read the rest if you go to university)
I hate wanna be hippies, 2005-02-26 at 10:11 p.m.
Nancy got a poodle in grade 4 and it was black so she named it midnight...very good stupid Nancy. Nancy likes singing and she used to sing at school in the choir...very exciting. She liked to go to movies with her friends from St. John too...and that was Nancy. The Fucking End…of Nancy. I hated Nancy.
Fun with Nancy, 2005-01-26 at 9:45 a.m.
the following is a card message for someone wanting to cut them self.
You were here when needed you.
you were always by my side.
please don’t cut yourself...
because you are important to this world
love, Emily Bradley
DO NOT PICK UP VIRUSES!, 2005-01-21 at 9:47 a.m.