Eat or be Eaten.

Helping people is so overrated. Fuck humanity. Abuse the abused. Disable the disabled. Exploit the exploited. Sicken the sick and weaken the weak. Take advantage of the disadvantaged and disadvantage the advantaged. Eat or be eaten, conflict theory at its finest. What does not kill you should make you stronger, unless it's strong enough to kill. Yeah, I'm venting. In the meantime, take care of yourselves... and each other. Fuck you, Jerry. Go learn how to dance.

Ever.

Never forsake your friends. Never sell out those close to you. Never fail to keep it real. Never lose sight of who's important. Never take them for granted. Never choose someone new. Never, ever, ever forget who your real friends are.

Never let your loyalty come into question.

Never let temptation make you lose sight.

Never let petty differences become more.

Never forget who has been there.

Never forsake your friends.

the little things.

the audible crunch of rubbing your pubic hair through the outside of your pants.
the cold sting of water splashing back up to your anus after dropping a toilet bomb.
the nasal sensation of feeling a minute ball of dried mucus(booger) clinging in your nostril.
the painful grip in your stomach as harbinger to a diarrhetic attack("the shits").
the sudden look of shock on your face(that you try to hide but can't) when passing a dose of gas that turns out to be more.
sneezing and farting.
the outrageous body odor that you sometimes emit that you try to eliminate but can't help taking a whiff of at least two or three times.
the disgusting habits that you do in private that you would ostracize others for(a.k.a. "hypocratic leprosy").
scratching your head and smelling your fingers to determine whether it needs a wash.
looking back into the toilet to view your own mess.
looking back onto the toilet paper to view your own mess.
smelling your own genital stench(better hope you don't have a date).
wiping your runny nose on the back of your hand(that's mucus you sick fuck).
there are probably some things about tampons but i'm not a woman so i wouldn't know.
scratching your asshole.
that deep, down, dirty sexual fantasy that you dare not tell a soul(not even your lover).

IMPORTANT MESSAGE

PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD: THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I HAVE JUST RECEIVED SOLID EVIDENCE PROVING THERE IS A HOLLYWOOD CONSPIRACY AGAINST THE SUCCESS OF LUKE WILSON. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I WILL POST MORE INFORMATION AS QUICKLY AS I CAN GET IT. NEEDLESS TO SAY, THIS HAS NOW BECOME MY PRIORITY.

verbal diarrhea: part twelve

spider man... gray pubic hair... shut the fuck up... please dont eat the daisies... you're a fucking moron.... drink this, bitch.... my asshole, my asshole.... putrid stench in my bed... putrid stench you are... fuck you jerry... please bring me some hot chocolate... dont fucking eat my bagels.... scratch 'n sniff... schoolgirl fantasies... put this shit on NOW... have a happy birthday asshole... congratulations on your immenantly doomed marriage... the most interesting fact of life... two more beers, one more shot... bringing da noise, bringing da funk... bring it back to the beginning... it's all in your mind... it's all in your mind...