See, I told ya I wasn't dead yet. But I've decided I'm gonna change things a little. I haven't been honest enough. I don't think I've been emphasizing enough just how much I hate most everyone. So from now on, no more being overly polite. Fuck all these motherfucking fucks.
While I was away we lost Dennis Hopper. I've enjoyed much of his work.
Unfortunately, the last thing we remember by him was that credit card or insurance commercial. Yea nobody sold out quite like the hippies. No wonder their kids are such gullible, superficial fucks.
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We also lost Gary Coleman. (Willis you're next!) What a bitch it must have been to be a tv star yet you would need a ladder to fuck any groupie or fan that would through ya one. My strongest Gary Coleman memory is that 'very special episode' where MR. Horton the Bicycle man tries to touch Arnold and Dudey
I remember watching this episode and hoping MR. Horton would have his way with them. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is. He offered them candy, cake, playboy magazines and the latest video games for a feel. If MR Horton offered those things to me at that age, I would have gladly doled out the handjobs. People need to get over themselves and their sacred, wonderful little male children. I was touched and molested as a youngster. When I was about 11, there was an older, fully mustached, older guy who fondled me. He pulled my pants down, he removed my socks and rubbed my feet. He basically threw himself on me. And you know what? As far as traumatic experiences go, on a scale of one to ten, it was barely a 5. Big fucking deal. Get over yourselves.
Anyway, RIP Arnold, do the right thing and give the bicycle man a handy up in heaven. You owe him one.
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I was gone so long, I missed Mullet Appreciation Month.
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