This one comes yet again from myspace, which seems to be a source of endless amusement for me to laugh at people. Though this one can actually type & spell. He’s just a good 15 years older and sooo not my type. (I blanked out parts of the email & phone number because I’m not feeling all the vindictive against him.) Continue reading ‘Beckka’s Dumbass of the week: 02.14.2008′
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So today started off like most d
ays, me dreading going to work, getting my internet am fix. I logged into myspace to see what drama had unfolded overnight and found a message from this random guy… Continue reading ‘Beckka’s Dumbass of the Week’
Since my first one of these was so popular, here’s the Empire Strikes Back (or is it the Electric Boogaloo?) :
Permavirgins.
Everyone knows at least one or two of these fucking assholes. No, I’m not talking about the poor sadsack guys who’ve been cursed with ugly looks so bad they’ll never get laid. There’s solutions for these guys’ problem called prostitutes or binge drinking.
I’m referring to the douchebag nerds who because of a combination of self imposed “autism” and total lack of socialization in their youth have become whiny introverted losers who hate women. To these dipshits, ALL women are: crazy, materialistic, obsessed with a man’s money/looks and stupid. Their evidence? None of them have thrown themselves at these losers’ feet. They all expect women to make the first move AND to look like an Asian Natalie Portman that weighs less than 100lbs and is a computer science major with the following interests: cooking, cleaning, videogames, Babylon 5 and fellating disheveled nerds.
These fucktards are the most misogynistic people I know, their imagined slights by womankind have made them into such bitter douchebags that they make a Jugalo look like Alan Alda .
Happy Athiests Get Presents Too Day, here’s a holiday story that warmed my heart: The Junky’s Christmas by William S. Burroughs.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6338897291672494696For you fools who crave the text version, here it is, from the short story collection Interzone, shamelessly copypasta’d from here: http://bogwebs.systime.dk/fagbank/engelsk/beatgen/junkxmas.htm
I just reformatted it to be fucking readable, e.g. NOT red text on green.
The Junky’s Christmas
By William S. Burroughs.
T’was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct jail. It was a clear bright day, but there was no warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat.
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Editor’s Note: This is the first in hopefully an ogoing series of creative writing in the areas of both fiction and non-fiction published by Rowtow.com.
This story is not mine.
It was told to me by a friend who, due to circumstances beyond his control, found himself jobless and living in downtown Fort Collins, Colorado one icy winter. Needing to quickly get a job to pay the rent at his hovel of a studio apartment, my amigo took the first job he could find: an overnight register jocky gig at The Book Ranch, Fort Collins’ own 24 hour “adult book store”. Which, despite it’s nom de plume, did not sell books at all. It did however sell a lot of magazines, dvds, vhs, “novelties” and various quasi legal drug substitutes like herbal ecstasy and whippets. What really made the Book Ranch special, though, was its “adult video arcade”.
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