No need to pay to see. Just talk while looking into a mirror and listen closely. That, my friend, is what shit sounds like.

By the way, seen Mr. Hands?

About 50% of CIN 2 will regress within 2 years without treatment. Progression typically takes 15 (3 to 40) years.

that means i dont have any worries, that the doctor's are a fake?

As long as you don't get run over by a car, fall off a cliff or something, and also resist the disease for 2 years, yeah.

whoot, so i don't need to get that part removed...yes!!!11oneelevenandhundred!!111!!

Ah, well this is a rather cozy moment. I feel all... fuzzy. Group hug?

no (but i feel fuzy to)

lulz a hug from D.w.


nope, no thanks I dont like hugs, its like the plague

no i dont want any hugs

Well then i'll just post the "I Kill People" lyrics here because i have nothing better to do.


I Kill People - Jon Lajoie

Did you miss me?
Aww yeah, what? What?
MC Vagina is right back in this bitch
2009 is the year I recoded this song
Still not loving police
Still got love for the Vaginal crease
Player haters beware because...

Guns don't kill people
Uh-Uh
I kill people
With guns (pow)

Hey punk ass gangsters what you lookin at?
You think you can front with me? You better watch your back
Because I have a lot of guns and I can shoot them good
I'm a menace from society, a boy on the hood
I'm invincible like Bruce Willis in the movie Invincible
I'm invisible like, well I'm not really invisible

I'm bad like the movie Attack of the Clones
I'm dangerous (dangerous) like a fire in the nursing home
Old people burning, old people burning (Put your hands up)
Old people burning, old people burning (That's kind messed up)

What? What? you got a problem with this?
Maybe I should kick you in the face with my fist
Because on top of guns I know karate and ninja stuff
So if you come at me I'll trip you then I'll suck your nuts

I-I mean punch your nuts
Sucking them would be gay
And I'm totally not gay
I'm all about V-A-G-I-N-A (What?)

Guns don't kill people
Uh-Uh
I kill people
With guns (pow)

If a guy messes with me I shoot him with my load
All over his chest and face and down his throat.
Cause I don't give a fuck I'm crazy Like Mel Gibson
No, wait, that just makes me sound racist.

Listen.
I buy a lot of expensive things because I have a lot of money
You can't afford expensive things cause you don't have a lot of money
HaHa you want these things but you can't afford them
That means that you're not cool cause you're just a poor person

Stupid poor people, stupid poor people (I have more money than you)
Stupid poor people, stupid poor people (You can't even afford food!)

When I show women my money, they want to have sex with me
And they always have orgasms cause my penis is so big
25 inches long and 12 inches thick I'm the Anthony Hawkins of cock

The Albert Einstein of dick
I'm The Beetles of cumshots, the Mozart of huge balls
The Anne Frank of erections..
Uh, that's inappropriate...

Everybody knows that my rhymes are really tight
Like an extra large condom on my penis, that's right.
My lyrics are like the movie the Shashank Redemption
.....They're really good.

Guns don't kill people
Uh-Uh
I kill people
With guns (pow)

I've killed so many people that I don't even remember how many people I've killed...
But it's probably around 7....thousand

2005 plus 4 pennies
Representin the North side
C to the anada, Bitch

Oh yeah, women are actually good for 4 things
Cooking
Cleaning
Vaginas
And their sisters vaginas

bah you kill vagina's

amen brother

He means a sack of corm.

yeh he he he he he he he h he he he

oh grow a pair dw and ds

Guys! Holy shit, guys! Guys, you will not believe what just happened. I... saw a dog. He; Was given a task to do.

During?! Which I saw a, third egg?

But really, and so my story goes, there was a man. No, not a man, but a god. Possibly. Well, he could make it rain, but that's about it.

Anyway, stories.

So I was sitting at my desk, right? Surfing the web eating some yogurt when I realized I didn't have an an eraser on my pencil. Getting up, I realized I hadn't gotten anything done today worth telling my grandchildren so I stepped outside and saw some kids there.

That's when it happened.

A mosquito zipped past me and stole my plastic spoon, the sneaky bastard. I whipped out my free hand though it was too late. So I slapped the bug around until it lay flat on the concrete.

So here I am with a new plastic spoon, sitting at this computer with nothing to do.

here i am listening to the police talk and this is waht is said:

"We got somebody really important here,"
"Who is it? Is it a senator?"
"No. More important."
"The president?"
"No. More important."
"An ambassador? Who?"
"I don't know. But the Pope is his driver."

IT'S BOXXY YOU SEE?

I just had one fucked up dream. Just to give it some context, there has been a lot of tension between my dad, his wife, and my mom recently.

Anyway, I'm sitting in my room at my dad's house. I look under the bed and see a .38, a toy shotgun, and my actual shotgun. I hear my dad shouting something threatening, so I hide behind the bed. As he is coming, I pick up the .38 and see that it has four rounds in the cylinder. When he stomps into the room, I take a shot. It misses and I drop the .38. I dive under the bed to get the shotgun, but I grab the toy shotgun instead. This gives my dad plenty of time to get to me.

When he is a few feet away from me, I load a white shell into the shotgun and fire. I either missed him, or hit him in the shoulder, I honestly don't remember. For some reason, I take the opportunity to jump over the bed and run to the garage. When I pass through the living room, I see my stepmother on the couch, oblivious to what is going on. When I get to the garage, my uncle is inside and he hands me a white shell. I strain to load the shell into the shotgun while running down the dirt road to my grandparent's farm next door.

I turn to see my dad chasing me, so I fire. I know I hit him this time, probably in the hip, but he keeps coming like a terminator. That is the point where I woke up at around two in the morning.

When I go back to sleep, it turns out I have another dream. To give this one context, my sister has just recently moved to an apartment in Charleston and has just been dumped by her boyfriend of three years.

I am riding in my dad's truck as he pulls a trailer full of boxes. I get out when we pull up to my dad's house. There, my sister and a guy I despise are there loading boxes into the house.

This guy is three years younger then my sister, but they are apparently dating. I hated the bastard because of what happened between him, me and a certain girl, but I won't get into that.

To get back to the dream, I am helping my sister move into my dad's house. During this time, the guy my sister is dating says he like something that I can't really remember. I call him a faggot because of it. As I put down the box I was carrying, I ask what is in the box. The guy I dislike says that it contains his mother's lamps.

At that point I woke up.

Huh, well that turned out to be longer then expected. Anyone know anything about dream analysis so that they can tell me that I'm either crazy or a budding serial murderer?

don't worry i don't think you're either (mainly becouse i've had really deamented dream's before and well i'm not in the nuthouse or jail)