The Millers
I am reminded of the man at the bar
Who has forgotten who his kids are.
There, swallowing tequila straight
Same call as every night his fate.
To me, he blames it on the whore
Claims she pushed him out the door,
But he can’t provide the reason why.
And, I am certain she would deny
His musings to me this late hour.
They are causing my gut to sour.
But, that is how he believes it to be.
He says he won’t go back, you see
That he’s still in Rye, there living.
Only now, looking in me to find forgiving.
He says he’s certain they will find
She has lost her fucking mind.
And, it is only himself he’s hurting
While hiding behind his convertible curtain,
To save him from his mirrored face.
He won’t look across and find disgrace,
Instead sets his eyes on the last of the bottle.
All of his duplicitous life he’s set to throttle
In a dull thudded break of dawn.
His head heavy under his crown,
He buries each night, repeated.
The music, he says she cheated.
If only the radio had played that night,
There would be nothing, nothing right.
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In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
Monday, September 3, 2007
In reference to your so-called real scene - http://lifeontherealscene.blogspot.com/
I shake hands daily with the falsehood you describe. Late at night I hear the same hum that plays upon deaf ears, and my body lies on the same hard straits. Mid afternoon I stretch my legs along the same path, although mine turns to smaller stages.
I have no use for the blind judging of the broken, the beaten, and the morbidly confused. I see with clarity all around me, and unfortunately, some fall short. It has been a long summer, and we have all begun to lose our footing. When these doors close miles high we will have all dodged a bullet.
p.s. everything is bigger (in and below) TEXAS my friends.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
Bring back, Loveman!
This is my first stab at writing. I have been working on this story for years.. now, here it is. I have many more where this came from. At this juncture I would like to say that the stories and events in this story are not actual or real. They do not depict real events or real people. Enjoy.
Commit Me Already
By Eliza Siep..
It was 8 pm at the fitness center on the army base in Germany. Emma had locked the doors and closed up shop for the night. She was the front desk girl at the fitness center and often worked out after the gym was closed. Her husband was away at war and had been gone for months. She thought about her abusive relationship with him frequently. She feared that he would return from war and actually kill her this time. She gave him three chances to get help and he refused on the grounds that she deserved the frequent beatings. She left Germany and her husband a month later while he was still at war. She hasn't seen the whites of his eyes since...
That night at the gym something special was to happen. As she was on the elyptical trainer she flipped through a rock magazine that she had purchased a day prior. She was reading an article on one of her favorite bands and there it was, a tiny picture of 5 guys. She stared at what appeared to be the lead singer for what felt like 5 miniuts. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She couldn't quit staring at the picture. She glanced at the band name and smiled at how clever and perfect it was.. Black Pajama Party. She left the gym after the work out and promptly went home afterwards. She looked up the new band on there website. She liked the music ok but loved the bands esthetic.
She kept up on the band a little and when she got back to the states they were the first band she went to see. Thye were opening for the opener and she traveled and hour and a half to see them. This was a dingy rock club that she found vile but frequented none the less based on the fact that it had the best shows. Emma stood at the merch area looking over Black Pajama Party t-shirts. At this time the lead singer happened to stumble up. He gave Emma the once over as her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. He pointed at one of th shirts and said to her, "you should get that one... I designed it". Emma's reply was, "I don't thin I am tough enough for that one..." He said, "you look like you are. Get that one in an extra small". He was piss drunk and very smelly. She didn't get a shirt that night and she most defiantly was not and had never been and extra small, ever. She thought about the small exchange and wondered if she had just been hit on. She hadn't been hit on in a long time. The next morning over coffee with her mother she relayed the t-shirt event and told her mother she might just have a crush. The show the night before had been outstanding and she had yet to see a band with as much intensity as this band had to offer. There were 12 people there that night and to this day that experience was one of her favorite ever. It was safe to say that the other 11 people would probably agree with her...
Soon after the show Emma enrolled in cosmetology school. She always loved doing hair and wasn't actually that bad at it. She needed to do something with her life and the seperation with her husband had left her with the feeling that she wanted to do something special with her life. At the entrance interview she was asked what her goal was with hair. Would she want to own her won shop one day or something like that..She said, "I want to do the hair for my favorite band..." The whole room chuckled at her absurd nature. Her reaction, "No, I am serious.
Capture This Void said...
Most importantly, why did you begin this blog? To what end? Was it really to argue a ridiculous, petty claim that honestly, no one cares about? Or was there a bigger reason and that just happened to be your first subject? I actually was going to ask you why you assembled us all here, but we all know that you actually didn't. You drew us here, that's for sure, but you don't seem to have expected that. You said yourself that it was not your original intent to stay. I appreciate that, I really do. But what was your original intent? And has it only ever been yours?
That's the post. I just can't figure out what Mayo's trying to say through the lyrics.
November 12, 2007 3:56 AM
smoke&venom20 said...
Mayo, you got this shit don't you? This shit is easy peezy lemon squeezy. Nobody needs to be worried about you, do they?
You better wake the fuck up, man.
September 20, 2007 9:16 PM
ergoproxy said...
I wish you love,
I wish you hope,
I wish you harmony
I wish you peace.
If in those arms that is what you find,
I wish that they will hold you close for all time.
Beware complacency,
It's a long road ahead,
It requires constant work.
And arms length isn't that far.
Close your eyes, precious one.
I wish I believed
September 20, 2007 9:17 PM
The Bleeding Chaos said...
So Mr. Mayo, it appears to me that you are now living more in a pretend fantasy than ever before.
I think you are far beyond being disillusioned and paranoid now. I simply believe that maybe your consciousness, your mind, soul, and heart is convincing you to "think" you are at peace. Does it boost your ego that you are causing pain for Shitsoubu Sita?
Does it make you feel good that you are bringing suffering to those that care about you? Does it make you feel content that a woman is coming between a friendship and shitting all over it? Does it? Because it that were to happen to me, I would be disappointed. I always believed that it is never a good thing when you allow or have someone come between friendships and destroy them. It's completely wrong. Do not even bother lying. I cannot even say whether or not you are in a state of denial now. It seems to me that you are in a much worse state of mind. Is the alcohol finally getting to you? You poor little innocent, sooner or later when you are *really* alone, who are you going to cry to when there is no one there to catch your fall? You know what I do not like the most? People who constantly lie and pretend that they are "okay" and happy." Body language, facial expressions can reveal alot of the truth where words cannot. I noticed the way you hide yourself behind those black shades of yours. I noticed that you tend to wear them, to hide your feelings from the world because you fear someone will discover how you really feel.
You might want to take some advice of the one known as Nikki Sixx:
Are women the kiss of death for a band?
"Musicians tend to pick the type of women who can be bad for them. And if you're in a band and she's bad for you, then she's bad for your family, your extended family, your fans, friends and band. If you're in a poisonous relationship, it poisons the well in general, and everyone is drinking from the same well. You really need to think hard and fast before you let a person poison that well. You have to be very careful. When you're younger you're not careful. All you think of is, 'Oh my God, she's so fucking hot! She's perfect! I'll take it.' I bought a Ferrari once just like that. I went in and saw a red Ferrari and said, 'I'll take it!' But the fucking cost of the upkeep on a car that cost $250,000 is $2,500 per tune-up! A flat tire is $500 just to get the rim fixed. Sometimes in life you have to say, 'I don't want anymore Ferraris. I just want a nice, dependable car.' I just can't stand the drama anymore."
September 20, 2007 9:30 PM
Kapunua said...
Did this not fit written on your neck?
October 18, 2007 9:34 PM
Love is all you need
ha, forgot I even wrote that.
Magic Pie said...
Mayo, what are you trying to say? I love poetry and cryptic talk but now is not the time for it. People need answers. REAL answers.
September 30, 2007 1:18 PM
anon2007 said...
It sounds like Mayo may have admitted something to someone. What and to whom, I don't know. Mayo makes it sound like we were/are all in this together, that we all have the same concerns. It also sounds like the truth has come out, but we (or someone) completely overlooked it.
What are you getting at Mayo? Stop talking around everything and put it in layman's terms. This is getting old.
September 30, 2007 1:27 PM
Kapunua said...
You know, all of this would be so much more entertaining if every other phrase was followed up with the words, my ass. Don't you think?
September 30, 2007 1:59 PM
Kapunua said...
And while I'm here, if I were to pretend for a moment that this was really Gerard to Frank, well damn, that'd be hot. Does anyone else here think that those two should just bang, or is it just me?
P.S. Sheeeyit.
September 30, 2007 2:18 PM
Original Punks--L. and J. said...
To Mayo and "He Who He Did Not Come Right Out And Name"-
Now is not the time for wounded pride or hurt feelings.
Now is the time to right wrongs, to say I'm sorry, to forgive, to speak the truth, to love.
We understand the alliance and know how complicated it can be, from personal experience.
We have been best friends for 20 years; few really know us, either.
As time passes you learn to pick your battles, to figure out what's really important, to know that no matter how many hurtful words pass between you, that your true friend hears beyond the bullshit to what's really being said.
Have courage. If you need us, we are here. We love you both.
We couldn't find the Latin for this, but Italian is a beautiful language as well.
" E Interamente Circa L'amore"
Pactum Serva.
L. and J.
September 30, 2007 2:28 PM
the pale student said...
Has anyone else seen that 'the modern prometheus' has changed his latin motto?
It says "Quod scripsi, scripsi Exitus acta probat" - "What I have written, I have written. The result justifies the deed."
September 30, 2007 3:47 PM
Elena said...
Here is just a thought. When Gerard was engaged to Eliza he seemed so different. Almost like he was content. Eliza was Mikey's friend, they were close. Gerard wanted what Mikey had. He wanted to be married, he wanted to settle down. I think he believed that he could have this with Eliza. He could have what Mikey had found. But then Mikey went away and Gerard started to change. Suddenly what he thought he wanted wasn't right anymore. He didn't want the house in California complete with dog. He went back to his old ways. It was like he changed his mind about shit. He became unengaged. But sad to say I don't think he realized that he couldn’t be alone. It's not in his personality. He has to have someone to make himself feel complete. PR came and he found someone to be with and she fit the crazy, wild lifestyle he had gone back to. No, I was never a fan of Eliza but I think in some ways she got a bad deal. He was just looking for someone to settle down with and she was there. I think she was always there. Yeah, I've heard all the comments about her wanting fame and using him. Well I think he used her too. Come on, who could blame her? She was engaged to a guy who wouldn't say her name in public. That's gotta suck. I think in his heart he knew it wasn't gonna work. I think she wanted to believe it could. Now he's got someone who, and I just guessing, is enjoying the attention she gets from being with him. Gerard can't be alone. Maybe he's starting to realize this about himself. Have his friends tried to tell him this all along? Did he just settle for someone, anyone, so he wasn't alone?
September 30, 2007 5:28 PM
sdock10 said...
We can sit here and speculate all we want as to idenity of these bloggers and their motives, but that's all it is, speculation. These people are obviously talking back and forth to each other and allow us to put in our 2 cents by commenting. It's not like Mayo or Loveman is gonna swoop in and tell us "ding ding" you got it right. You guessed my idenity. I think I'm gonna go back to addressing Mayo and Loveman personally with my comments and leave all the conspiracy theories and opinions for my own blog.
I'm still up for a game of kickball though. Mayo, are you in or out this Friday?
P.S. Use mouthwash.
October 1, 2007 9:18 AM
Anonymous said...
I just cannot picture Linds as a mother.
Couldn't picture Courntey Love as a mother either, and we all see how well that turned out.
October 1, 2007 10:29 AM
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
At least the old comments are more entertaining.
Truth.^
You couldn't handle the truth.
Goodnight all. Stay safe.
Ô_Ô
"Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die"
you really do have an over-inflated image of yourself, don't you 12:01?
You couldn't handle the truth
can you?
Ergo, if you see this, my friends and I are praying for you, your family and everyone in northern Queensland facing Cyclone Yasi.
May the Archangel Michael protect you all.
Take care.
But sad to say I don't think he realized that he couldn’t be alone. It's not in his personality. He has to have someone to make himself feel complete
i agree, it is part of his personality. i believe he is one of these people that cannot be alone.
not for reasons of completion more i believe, to distract him from his own internal fears and sense of vulnerability.
that's just the way some people are.
Why 2:01?
Do you not agree with my statement?
Ergo hope you are okay.
Hope everyone had a good Groundhog Day.
I'm actually watching the movie Groundhog Day right now.
Sorta a sad day. My dad would have been 75 today.
Have got our power back on
We and house are all ok, went far north of us and wasn't as bad this far away as they feared. Still a pretty hairy night.
Pray for all those in towns like Tully, Mission Beach, Halifax etc they took full brunt and many areas flattened. No reports of death or injury yet and on brighter not 3 babies born in evacuation centres as Yasi came through!
Thanks 3:01 the protection was welcome!
Elena hope you're ok in the blizzards
Mayo's very 1st post! In response to loveman. I didn't think I would ever see that again. ;)
Baby, baby why you sit still?
That's not right.
Baby, baby why can't you sit still
why you pacin' now like an animil
That's not right either.
An animil doesn't pace.
A caged animal paces & we can't use caged animil because it messes up the count.
How's about a line about birds and window sills?
I have question. Another question.
A serious question regarding the following recyled comment
this was really Gerard to Frank, well damn, that'd be hot. Does anyone else here think that those two should just bang
Eww and yuk and No. Just no.
Am I the only one who thinks it's wrong to think of 2 straight, married men banging each other.
I would no more want to think of or imagine Gerard Way & Frank Iero banging each other than I would want to imagine the waycest some other fangurlz write about. It's fucking digusting.
It's also totally disrespectful to Jamia and Lyndsey.
Do any of you think it's ok to cheat on your partner as long as you're banging a member of the same sex?
GW & FI were and are both in relationsips with women. With their wives.
What the hell kind of disturbed or emotionally retarded people have fantasies about 2 married men banging each other?
I think that's some sick fantasy shit.
i agree with you 1:32. it's almost as if these people were not taught what constitutes moral behavior and that anything goes.
it's bad enough these people project their sexual fantasies onto real life people, and write up these fantasies for everyone else to read on the net, but incest?
what is going on in their minds? are they really that depraved?
If all literature (in every form of it) were to be "morally behaved" the world would be a very boring place. Not to mention, very unevolved. Just because people write shit you don't like, it doesn't mean you have to read it. Or let your life be affected by it. Lighten up folks. An impure thought a day keeps the doctor away. And keeps life a bit more interesting. Venture out of the box. I don't believe it will kill you. :) Besides, there wasn't much pure about Mayo or his lovely's anyway. They've all seemed to like it a bit rough...
I'm not the moral police when it comes to what 2 single, consenting adults do in the privacy of their home, car, a secluded park bench or a fast food restroom. That's their business.
But when people start thinking, fantasizing & writing about 2 public figures of the same sex who happen to both be married men -fucking or banging each other, i think that's just going too far.
I don't even want to comtemplate what kind of depraved people have incest fantasies. Brother fucking brother? Brother fucking sister? Mom fucking son? Dad fucking daughter or son?
What the hell kind of people think that is sexy or sensual in any way?
What it is
is rape.
What it is
is child molestation
What it is
is abuse.
What it is
is criminal.
How uneducated must a person be or how little self esteem does a person have to have to think incest is in an any way hot or sexy .
Youth and inexperience can't be an excuse.
There are 5 and 6 year olds out there who know to report sexual abuse to an adult.
Who know to tell someone if mommy, daddy, aunti, uncle, big brother or sister touched their private places and hurt them.
Sure there are a lot of kids who don't come forward. Who feel Ashamed or blame themselves for what happeneed even though it was not their fault. In no was it their fault.
But those kids, those victims don't romantisize what happened.
They know what it was. What it is.
Abuse. Assault. Rape. Molestation.
I wish all those people who write that sick fanfiction would take a class on healthy sex and sexuality.
An impure thought a day keeps the doctor away. And keeps life a bit more interesting. Venture out of the box.
How young are you willing to go thinking those unpure thoughts?
Do you have a brother? Sister, son or daughter you think those thoughts about? A lil cousin?
You want to venture inside that incest box you go right ahead 3:02.
There's another box waiting for you. It's called a cell and I won't shed a tear when they shut that iron bar door on you.
Dumbass is so brainwashed they'll even defend sick fanfiction and incest.
Unfuckingbelievable.
3:02 i constantly have impure thoughts about adult members of the opposite sex as i am straight, and know that this is very normal and healthy.
however, translating these fantasies about whoever i am thinking these dirty thoughts about, i consider inappropriate and completely disrespectful.
i would be outraged if anyone started writing about me involved in sexual acts with a family member.
i consider that beyond disgusting and completely immoral.
Wow. You need to calm down, anon. I didn't say anything about incest. I was making a light, and humorous comment about fanfiction and flirting in general. If, by what I said at 3:02 has implied to you that I have confirmed my enjoyment and condonement of incest or abuse (in any form), then there is no point in further trying to converse with you. You are clearly batshit and have no sense of humor.
But to be clear, since I am certain you will misunderstand and later mis-imply my opnion, I do not in any way approve of or enjoy people being abused. Ever. Not this is in any way equal to a person's physical and emotional suffering, but I don't approve of people putting false words or opinions into the mouths of others, either. Tell the men in the white coats I said goodnight!
hey 4:51 which anon are you talking to?
- 2:22 & 3:37
and i think you need the white coat if you think fan fic is "flirting"
how stupid is that?
Pleased to read you came through Yasi safely, Ergo.
Keep warm, Elena, and anyone else snow affected.
Am I the only one who thinks it's wrong to think of 2 straight, married men banging each other.
When Kapunua originally posted her comment neither of those men were married.
Furthermore, GW and FI were still involving Frerard in their stage performances.
They clearly didn't have a problem thinking that people might conclude they were gay or bi, and "banging each other".
And because everyone needs to know the lyrics to a feel better song -
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Little ball of fur,
Happy kitty,
Sleepy kitty,
Purr, Purr, Purr. :)
I know you're singing it! :)
*not disclaimer anon; not original smiley anon*
When Kapunua originally posted her comment neither of those men were married.
Stand corrected 5:30.
The timestamp of the regurgitated comment is September 30, 2007.
GW was married at the time that comment was made and FI was engaged if not already married to Jamia.
5:10,
All of the comments on this blog were made after Gerard Way was married.
This blog didn't exist before GW was married.
Lots of blogs didn't exist before GW was married.
OMG 5:10 lied. She lied. That comment was posted after Gee was married. 5:10s a liar!
Yes 6:16.
That is true.
Lots of blogs did exist before September 2007.
What's your point?
^didn't
Loveman?
Verita?
6:10 and 6:40,
Ah, well thanks then for the correction!
But the Frerardness still stands, right? :)
LOveman was around before GW was married
Frerard ended before this blog blog started. Frerard ended during a live streaming of PR.
I hear softcore frerard may be back.
When did loveman's blog start 6:33?
Why was she so pissed off about GW's marriage?
So other was hardcore. Lultz
Don't know 6:42.
Is that Hocking with the soft kitty ? :)
Good morning
we ended up with 11inches of snow.
now dealing with wicked cold temps it's -9 this morning
Ergo so happy to learn you and the fam are okay.
Moral!Anon might be interested to know that Elena (known as MCRmy Wife) kept tons and tons of fanfiction about Frank + Gerard and yes, even Waycest, before and during this blog. She was a part of the fanfiction ring and kept her "favorites" open for all to see.
And let's not forget the fanfiction that OPJ wrote and posted here about herself doing Frank with a strap on.
And let's not forget the fanfiction that OPJ wrote and posted here about herself doing Frank with a strap on.
Proof or it didn't happen.
6:38am, Nope. Not Hocking, sorry. That was me - 5:30am. I'm late to the charms of BBT and loving it. :)
*smacks head*
Sorry. Not 6:38. Make that 6:58.:)
October 31. Halloween. The day for supernatural happenings, eerie noises, creepy feelings.
And to go along with the wonderfully weird world of scary things, October 31 is also the birthday of one of our favorite punk-rocker guitarists. You know who I'm talking about. The lean, not-so-mean, heavily-tattooed force known far and wide as:
FRANK IERO.
This October 31 we celebrate the 26th anniversary of the event that started a revolution. Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. was brought into the universe very obviously to fulfill a dream: that of being the object of lust for millions (well, at least hundreds) (well, ok, about 50 of us on the Other Blog) of women the world over.
That being said, I would now like to present you with the following:
TOP 15 SIGNS YOU AND FRANK HAVE CELEBRATED HIS BIRTHDAY A LITTLE TOO WELL:
15--Faint backwards outline of "and" on your stomach.
14--Faint backwards outline of crossed handguns on your stomach (think about it...).
13--Faint backwards outline of "N.J." on your personal parts (think about that, too).
12--The screaming that the neighbors rep0rted to the police makes Leathermouth sound like Barry Manilow.
11--You find chocolate cake crumbs in some unmentionable places.
10--Makeup is smeared across the pillowcases--and you don't wear makeup.
9--The crotch of your jeans has been gnawed open (see No. 13).
8--You can't pass a tattoo parlor without getting moist.
7--There's a pink belt tied around one bedpost and a Frankenstein guitar strap tied around the other.
6--Your role-playing game was called "Franky Potter and His Magic Wand". ("Stir my cauldron, Wizard Boy!")
5--You used all your AA batteries, but not for his SoniCare toothbrush.
4--After about 30 minutes, he quit calling you "G".
3--Three words: Trick or Treat.
2--You can now answer the question "Just how flexible is he?"
and the Number One Sign You and Frank Have Celebrated His Birthday a Little Too Well:
You know why all the girls call him the King of Fuck Fest 2007.
Franky, if you happen to come across this, maybe it'll make you laugh a little. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.
Love you, baby.
J.
D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:
CANNOT UN-READ.
Haha, WHAT.
OOOoooOOOoooooOOOOohhh...
Waiting for Moral!Anon.
Just remember. When OPJ gets hit... she gets back up, swinging.
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
good morning!
wow 11inches of snow! I saw some film of it all on tv just now,looks amazing.Hope it all eases off soon.
Glad you are ok
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Identification required, but anyone can preside.
All is as it should be. Dignity is intact as well as those unmentionables. I had my own fly by night assumptions, but now I am traveling in a new way.
I will spend my time sketching and doodling what you consider unfound. Perhaps I will even treat you to some creative clashes with absurdity since you consider seeking credibility unworthy of your expense.
p.s. consider copy cat nuptials a compliment
Sunday , August 19, 2007
Our distrust is very expensive. I must say, one would rather pay for the exposure.
Breaking into the scene is our infamous subject of the many. First comes first, lets reflect on tidy introductions.
Bonjour Mr. Way. Would you care to leave the jolly holly struts at the entrance?
One is aware you're caring to intrude and peer at these consistent passages. Care to enlighten with lack of genuine fear? Mind to direct one's arrogant self to the stage?
I'm certainly one for exposing Sally Sensitive. Do tell, how is the continous stuffing along the pelvis area?
You're one lack of a bulging strutter, you.
Awaiting is a position that I provide with much class, silly. Do duly note that I'm looking forward to mocking material, that shall supposedly try to mimic a retort.
He drew a circle that shut me out ---
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
Moral!Anon might be interested to know that Elena (known as MCRmy Wife) kept tons and tons of fanfiction about Frank + Gerard and yes, even Waycest, before and during this blog. She was a part of the fanfiction ring and kept her "favorites" open for all to see.
And let's not forget the fanfiction that OPJ wrote and posted here about herself doing Frank with a strap on.
February 3, 2011 2:06 PM
Anonymous said...
And let's not forget the fanfiction that OPJ wrote and posted here about herself doing Frank with a strap on.
Proof or it didn't happen.
February 3, 2011 2:20 PM
Anonymous said...
6:38am, Nope. Not Hocking, sorry. That was me - 5:30am. I'm late to the charms of BBT and loving it. :)
February 3, 2011 3:22 PM
Anonymous said...
*smacks head*
Sorry. Not 6:38. Make that 6:58.:)
February 3, 2011 3:23 PM
Anonymous said...
October 31. Halloween. The day for supernatural happenings, eerie noises, creepy feelings.
And to go along with the wonderfully weird world of scary things, October 31 is also the birthday of one of our favorite punk-rocker guitarists. You know who I'm talking about. The lean, not-so-mean, heavily-tattooed force known far and wide as:
FRANK IERO.
This October 31 we celebrate the 26th anniversary of the event that started a revolution. Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. was brought into the universe very obviously to fulfill a dream: that of being the object of lust for millions (well, at least hundreds) (well, ok, about 50 of us on the Other Blog) of women the world over.
That being said, I would now like to present you with the following:
TOP 15 SIGNS YOU AND FRANK HAVE CELEBRATED HIS BIRTHDAY A LITTLE TOO WELL:
15--Faint backwards outline of "and" on your stomach.
14--Faint backwards outline of crossed handguns on your stomach (think about it...).
13--Faint backwards outline of "N.J." on your personal parts (think about that, too).
12--The screaming that the neighbors rep0rted to the police makes Leathermouth sound like Barry Manilow.
11--You find chocolate cake crumbs in some unmentionable places.
10--Makeup is smeared across the pillowcases--and you don't wear makeup.
9--The crotch of your jeans has been gnawed open (see No. 13).
8--You can't pass a tattoo parlor without getting moist.
7--There's a pink belt tied around one bedpost and a Frankenstein guitar strap tied around the other.
6--Your role-playing game was called "Franky Potter and His Magic Wand". ("Stir my cauldron, Wizard Boy!")
5--You used all your AA batteries, but not for his SoniCare toothbrush.
4--After about 30 minutes, he quit calling you "G".
3--Three words: Trick or Treat.
2--You can now answer the question "Just how flexible is he?"
and the Number One Sign You and Frank Have Celebrated His Birthday a Little Too Well:
You know why all the girls call him the King of Fuck Fest 2007.
Franky, if you happen to come across this, maybe it'll make you laugh a little. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.
Love you, baby.
J.
February 3, 2011 4:10 PM
Anonymous said...
D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:
CANNOT UN-READ.
February 3, 2011 4:18 PM
Anonymous said...
Haha, WHAT.
February 3, 2011 4:40 PM
Anonymous said...
OOOoooOOOoooooOOOOohhh...
Waiting for Moral!Anon.
February 3, 2011 4:49 PM
Anonymous said...
Just remember. When OPJ gets hit... she gets back up, swinging.
February 3, 2011 4:54 PM
Anonymous said...
Swinging what? The flab of her upper arms? Yeah, look out or she'll clear your tables. I'm askeered.
February 3, 2011 5:02 PM
Mayo, do you still paint this shit all the colors of reality?
Miracle Whip Me posts would be WAY sweeeeeeet! This is so much fun!
I saw nothing about her doing Frank with a strap on. Everything I read sounded like he was doing her with a vibrator.
Wouldn't it be easier for you to go to the old post and read the comments there. Why waste the space here by posting something that can easily be read elsewhere.
Everything here is a waste of space anyway, so what difference does it make?
6:14 PM If you feel that way why are you here? Couldn't you spend your time someplace else?
Sure, but sometimes I get bored.
You have the whole world at your fingertips but you come here. To a place that you said, "everything that is posted here is a waste of space".
You could go to Twitter, Facebook or any number of other sites. You can watch videos on Youtube or music on Pandora.
There are so many things you could be doing why bother with this place.
Yeah, did that already. But sometimes this place still brings the lols. So maybe it's not a total "waste of space" but it's such a train wreck to this day, that it's funny enough for a glance or comment or two.
I just. I can't even. How is OPJ so hideous? Oh my god. O_O
I weep for the future.
Ergo
It's funny but at Mom's she had at least 3 more inches of snow then us and that's only about 3 miles away. Mr E took the 4 wheeler over there today with the blade and cleared out her driveway.
And now they are saying we may get more snow in a few days.
hey elena, ugh just what you don't need!
Funny how places close can be so different, Sunday we had 3 inches rain, friends about same distance away as your Mum had less than 2, but further up the hill had over 8!
Great that MrE could get over to help, hope that the next lost of snow is a lot less, at least the groundhog saw sun!
Hi! :)
martha jones you are a goddamn hypocrite
Ô_Ô
Martha Jones hasn't posted at this blog in months.
No one has mentioned her in months.
Why do you bring her up now and how is she a hypocrite?
please excuse my rudeness 1:54, but is this any of your business?
no.
You're calling a person I like a hypocrite. I disagree.
You're calling her a hypocrite on a public blog. That makes it public and my business.
If you want to keep it private go to her blog and air your dirty laundry with her there.
There's so much dirty laundry on this blog it's never gonna come clean.
We don't have enough time and there's not enough industrial strength bleach in the world to clean it all up.
You learn to live with the soiled stained laundry or you burn it all. ;)
da roof
da roof
da roof is on fire ;)
CNN "American knowledge of Australia FAIL
lol my own link fail,
hope it works this time
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
CNN FTW!
Delivering fake news and false information to the world since last century.
don't care what you think 2:51 this is none of your business, or as some other smart-mouthed fool would say: it's not your concern.
:þ
Good Morning
Another cold day here has begun but I'm going to get out and attempt to open the store. Hopefully the parking lot will be cleared. But I'm really hoping for customers. The last three days the store had been closed and it's rough losing days like that esp since Feb is a short month.
Take care everyone.
Jerrica, I just wanted you to know I am glad to have you around and thank you.
Jem
Anonymous said...
don't care what you think 2:51 this is none of your business, or as some other smart-mouthed fool would say: it's not your concern.
February 4, 2011 3:19 AM
Take it to her blog or email her.
mind your own business 12:20
Shwmai Mayo.
Shwmai S.S.
Shwmai pawb sydd yn crwydro drwy Wlad y Blogbelieve.
Gobeithio eich bod i gyd yn cadw'n iawn.
Cymerwch ofal.
Nos da.
good morning
hi welshie
Riveting.
so have you decided to end this blog?
ass
make that
scumbag
dripping with alchemy
shiver stop shivering
the river's all wet
you're all chrome
loo king glass take the past
shut your eyes you re al ize
'Ello anon. You fancy a chat?
I've got a headache from hell. Been watching rugby last night see. Bloody good game. We lost, (again) but still, bloody good game. Congrats to any England rugby fans who happens to read.
Sorry I missed you last night Ergo.
Jeezus my head hurts:(
Damn, did I scare you away anon? You don't wanna chat? No? I've been sat here refreshing the bloody page for ages! Shame, cos I really wanted someone to talk to this morning:(
Oh well, oh well, oh well, what can you do eh.
Toodle pip amigos.
hi welshie
sorry you have a headache, I hope it goes away
off
off
off
with your head
dance
dance
dance
till you're dead
http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2514656025/
Who's afraid?
I hope your headache has gone by now, Welshie.
6:31,
Thanks for posting the link. That looks intersting. Anything with Gary Oldman is ususally fairly worth a browse. They could have done themselves a favour though and dropped the Twilight connection!
Seriously?!
14 hours?!
*turns on the radio so it doesn't sound so empty*
Lyrics to sing along with. They don't quite fit with their video. Weird choice. Which BTW is missing end footage of them looking up in to the clouds. And on their own Vevo!
Even when my luck is down
I take joy in knowing that our love grows
But if my vices are a burden
Please don't let me off
Cast me from your home
(Chorus)
'Cause lately I have wronged you
And not been on your side, love
Maybe I've been gone
Please don't ask me why
I turn away just when you want me
And I know that home is where you want me
There's not much for me there
Never gave a thought to an honorable living
Always had sense enough to lie
It's getting hard to keep pretending
I'm worth your time
(Chorus)
Never gave a thought to an honorable living
Always had sense enough to lie
It's getting hard to keep pretending
I'm worth your time
Cause lately I have wronged you
And nothing on your side, love
Maybe I've been gone
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why
shut up and just delete the blog!
cretino
you think i'm trying to control you? joke. you can talk to who you like and do whatever you please everywhere else.
i'm not going to stop this till you do the decent thing and respectful thing and delete this blog.
you are an immature, disrespectful, arrogant, conceited duplicitous person
Its the fucking crack....
That fucking crack
Its fucking it up for everybody.
Disclaiming a little late, but that song wasn't left for anyone in particular. It's just catchy, particularly with it's ooooo-oooo-ooo-oooo-ooo-ooo-ooo- ooooooo.
It's ok 8:14-26. I think that one sees Mayo in most anons.
They've told me me shut up and delete the blog too. don't know how I can do that since I'm not Mayo.
Some of us are mistaken for SS too.
It's a sad sad day when we anons have to start posting disclaimers.
It is a catchy lil song. :)
-not Mayo
-not SS
Good morning! :)
It can't be crack 12:50.
Crack's not a hallucinogen!
That one's gotta be tripping on sumfin more than crack. I think they visited wonderland and the wicked witch's poppy fields. ;)
Good Morning
Welshie it was so good to see you here. I've been a bit worried that it seemed you had disappeared.
Hello anons
Anyone excited about the Big Game today? Me not so much but I do like the commercials. I love the Volkswagen one I've already seen with the little Darth Vader. So funny!
Well whatever your plans for the day I hope all turns out good.
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