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[30 May 2006|11:01am]

xskatanicx
1. identity? Kai
2. how do you roll?Car
3. who is your idol?CMurder-
4. who's ass would you just LOVE to tap?C-murder
5. pimp, or ho?Pimp
6. fifty cent or luda?Luda
7. whats your poison?I only blaze
8. what makes you a gangsta?I do what I do.
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hey [22 Mar 2006|09:21am]
bluesurenathug
hey add me will ya soth side baby surblue13
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[05 Sep 2005|01:58am]

chapter_five
ok so me and my friends made a band
and check out our page
you dont have to have an account

www.myspace.com/scantronmusic
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HEY [09 Apr 2005|04:11pm]

lady_day_
Where my dogs at????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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[11 Mar 2005|12:37am]

until_sunday
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[25 Nov 2004|12:28pm]

drunkchick1
Hey New Community Join Now

Are you The Shizzz???!?? Join knotcelebs


No pics needed!!!
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[20 Nov 2004|12:25am]

thedingoking
doom doom doom doom doom doom doom



So – somebody – somebody – somebody! – PLEASE tell me – why is it that while urinating – why does the water level in the toilet never rise? Did somebody forget to tell me that in all my years of general education? Cause I always watched the water line and seen a splash – seen a ripple – but never seen a rising tide in the porcelain ocean of my home. So – naturally – I assumed the discharge took place at an exceedingly lower rate than I had previously thought. I just don’t pee a lot. I guess I could’ve pondered it a little more – I don’t sweat a lot – I really don’t drink a lot. Yeah. I must have tbs. Tiny bladder syndrome. Meh! Well, that was my own little diagnosis. Now… naturally – but what can I say, I’m not ashamed – naturally – but one day I was driving on the interstate, and what, oh? Rest stop closed, next stop 25 miles!? I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER. WAHHHG. FIND ME A DARK DRAINAGE PIPE FOR ME TO GO DIE IN. O well. At 66 miles per hour an empty an empty Crystal Geyser bottle will have to do. I think I’ve lost me head. Oh well – naturally – I take it upon myself to consider the drivers on the highway and my respect for our beloved former President of the United States of America, Ike Eisenhower and the interstate system which he backed in 1956 by the Interstate Highway Act, 42,000 miles of uncompromised American birthright—and considering all this, pee in a bottle while driving. Hey—it doesn’t hold a lot of water (9oz.)—and… hey—I don’t pee a lot. So we were okay to go, and with more difficulty than is kind, the clear bottle slowly filled with the finest waste there could ever be produced. And I noticed I was still peeing as that waste carefully trembled over the lip of the bottle, I jerked they steering wheel, my sinuses cleared—the bottle was no longer as full—and I still had to pee. And goddamn you interstate for abusing the rest stop privelages!!! And I still had to pee.



So I might as well go on and ask about the weird gay sex parties at rest stops. Like why? Now I’m not blaming participants so much as the bastard who was standing on one of the bathroom sinks before it was ripped out of the wall under him and now there is water leaking… or whatever idiot wrote “John farted” on the stall wall… I’m just saying it’s funny that people go to bathrooms built by the American government to screw—but we’re probably still paying off part of the 27 billion it cost to build, so blow me… I’m a taxpayer.



But then again – you’ve got me here – and I’m a skeptic. I’ve never heard about any real problems like this—I have to have proof to believe anything. God? No. UFO’s? Yes. I’m not saying flying saucers is my worship, and that’s what I mean by UFO—but I wouldn’t like to run into any aliens in a corn field at night. Especially if they’re not wearing any clothes. I have enough to be paranoid about, staring at the empty sky looking for UFO’s while I sleep. It doesn’t make me feel any better though, that there is speculation equating UFO’s with top secret US air craft. It would be beyond me to think the government would lie about anything or anything like that. But sometimes it is fishy when you’re on highway 666 and all of a sudden you’re on highway 491 and like an any whose path is obstructed, you’re lost and worried – and thirsty – so when the waitress tells you they changed the highway’s name because of something about the “devil’s highway,” you’re not sure what to make of it. So the government is superstitious enough to change the name of a highway – which would appear to me as no small task to undertake – either that, or the American public suspected the two were hand in hand – and the highway was conceded from the original contract for the sake of appearances and PR. It doesn’t really matter why they changed the name – the government thinks there is a devil – and that’s not a good thing. (Immediately and quickly look over your left shoulder.)



Of course the implications are resounding, and tonight sleep may be trouble, for indeed will I now have to watch the skies—but in another direction aside, I have no invulnerability any more. Except now I can say the devil is gay and laugh about it.



But I can tell you one thing you don’t have to be insecure knowing – it sucks living near an airport. Not only does the UFO crisis quietly distract the sleep phenomena from taking place – when I go over to my neighbor’s house it’s no longer take your shoes off at the front door it’s back off motherfucker and show your face or I’ll let the hounds loose, and you better remove those shoes... and sharp stuff. I like to keep my carpet clean, you know, but there must be some jet fuel leaking into the water supply around here, you know, or else why would they be as stupid as Hell as they are? My neighbors should be worried about UFO’s or airplanes exploding through the glass window utterly destroying their genetic fabrics, a precious female infant once woven together and no longer represented in the flesh, OR ANY OTHER SHAPE THAT RESEMBLES A HUMAN ORGANISM. But if they have babies – if I had babies – if you have babies? – Seriously??



-- Dingoes. I feel like an inside trader but even the most model Martha perfect home isn’t safe from the dingo at large. I’ve never even seen one—I’d like to see the Australian government unleash hell as a pair of mating dingoes come Passover in the United States – thank dog there aren’t any terrorists from Australia or the future of America would be fucked. We’re talking dingo invasion. That’s the grand scale. The next thing I could expect now is some military man knocking on my door, disturbing my peace, asking about my connection with Australia—and what can you tell me about dingoes? Let’s take this in with a gram or so. I have never seen a dingo… but we all know family vacations in the Australian outback are an extremely good idea. You know, I might go. And then I’d at least be able to disregard the animals that might be around if I’ve gotta get to the bathroom. But I’m afraid of the dingo. Don’t pee in front of a dingo. Unlike the incident involving an empty, then full… empty bottle, I have no personal experience involving dingoes, nor my exposed genitals. As was the case before, I really don’t want to expose myself to anyone. Not at the consequence of court summons, arrest, those annoying restraining orders… humans have law – and not for a dingo’s supper – dingoes have teeth. Just the same this is what bathrooms are good for – I mean peeing. That’s why I worry about those interstate rest stops though – I don’t want to get bit by some dingo.



Or a black widow for that matter. I went camping once, and on this particular outing there were outhouses near the camping ground: The kind with ply wood siding and ply wood toilets seats; that weird ribbed metal tube, poking out of the trough for ventilation. And I had to go. So – naturally – I went. I jogged on up to the plywood resident, prepared a little TP – and then I read “beware of black widows.” WHAT’S GOIN ON HERE? It’s like you’re in a hotel and scrawled in pencil behind the television someone has written “butt ram.” That was the situation – I had to use this outhouse whether I was comfortable or not. And spiders scare me.



Actually I was looking for a place to swim with a friend recently; there was this river near the interstate we were on. I better give you the whole skinny. This was a weird adventure. So we’d been taking advantage of the great interstate for several hours, seeing what there is to see, and it was hot as Hell, so, naturally, there was this river. And about a thousand homes to keep us from using it. We looked for turnoffs in the rural suburban hell for about an hour and then when we got out – when we were glad to have found a location, we went to the water. The trees were low and dense, but above our heads. Wait – stop – there’s a huge web covering the pathway. And looking up? Tons of spiders hanging on massive webs of silken doom and hate. The size of a fist. Let’s find another place, we reassured ourselves. We ran from the next stop, went from clearing to clearing, and finally found a real place, spiderless, and began to swim. It was a nice day. There were others at the same cove as us. Birds were singing. The sun was a-shinin’! Our company included two young men drinking 40’s of beer, one of the gentleman’s hand tattooed with the nazi SS swastika. They weren’t mean to us, however, though our perspectives silently clashed and the glances sidelong to my friend reassured me of reality, we kept silent as bits of their discourse grasped my attention: doctors, lawyers, fathers with everyday families come to this park at night—apparently—and pay for sex. I’m not criticizing, I’m just pointing out how much it sucks. He threw the beer bottle into the duff before defending himself from his SS friend. “If everyday normal fathers come here what makes us sure you don’t come here too?” The two drunks argued for a while then warned both of us not to come here alone at night for fear of rape. Then went back into the water, and my friend! stricken with a foot infection from the river, bedridden days later, bless her. Well I’m not too sure about those spiders or the interesting benefits the interstate and digestion have to offer, but you’ve been a terrible audience go to hell.
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yo [30 Oct 2004|03:06am]

puertorockma829
[ mood | lazy ]

how old are you?cause ur talking about it feels good to be a gangsta.

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spiffy? [28 Aug 2004|01:52am]

dontfollowstars
[ mood | spiffy ]

think your spiffy?
THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD JOIN THE FRICKIN SPIFFY COMMUNITY. HMMMMM?????

frickin spiffy!

WE WANT YOU.

ESPECIALLY IF YOUR SPIFFY. PSH. DUH.

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[21 Jul 2004|04:46pm]

chrombot
ok...here goes...

it's called {"Gangsta wants to settle down"

I was waiting at the bus stop for over an hour
look'n for a bitch to suck me sour
I'd slap her fat ghetto booty
while she sucks whupty hooty!
Then I'd be at my house
I'd be wish'n for a spouse
I'd sit back and watch lifetime
and drink hot water with lime

I want a bitch for the rest of my life
I want a ho with a fat ass for my wife
she'll listen to me when I got my knife
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[21 Jul 2004|08:04pm]

badc_bmx_369
[ mood | bored ]

cHeCk Me OuTCollapse )

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[21 Jul 2004|02:10am]

poor_and_weird
1. identity (name fool): Joe (Lenny)
2. how do you roll?: On my skateboard. No other way to do it for me.
3. who is your idol?: I don't have an idol. Why would I.
4. who's ass would you just LOVE to tap?: man, what kind of question is this?
5. pimp, or ho? same with this one.
6. fifty cent or luda? Luda if I have to pick one.
7. whats your poison? Crown Royal or if money is low, whatever gets me drunk. Steel Reserves
8. what makes you a gangsta? shit, this is a stupid app man. I just do what the fuck I do to make ends meet at the end of the day.


You don't like me, I don't really care, I don't know any of you, so it aint no loss here. Some of you people, are straight up retarded with this shit and I don't know whether to or not this community is serious or not. But I'm from Ohio(yea, say what you will, ohio ten years behind the fuckin times) I do what I do to stay standin'. I'm not here to step in nobody's shit, but don't step on me for no fuckin reason. it's on.

-Lenny
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[17 Jul 2004|06:16pm]

lady_day_
Hey ya.
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[06 Jul 2004|10:29am]

thedingoking
Well, in the light of events, think for yourself, thugs.

http://cnn.aimtoday.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?floc=FF-APO-PLS&idq=/ff/story/0001/20040705/1423836457.htm
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[13 Jun 2004|09:50am]

thedingoking
[ mood | sad ]

Ray Charles is dead.

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[05 Jun 2004|07:27pm]

kingmetal
it blows my mind that some people on this community

A) take this shit seriously
B) actually think that I am being serious

I MEANS! I AMS FROM DA STREETZ NIGGAAAAAAA

if my obviously blatent attempts of tom-foolery are going over your head, and you actually had to pause and wonder "is this guy serious?" I honestly think that you probably should just go jump off a bridge right now and just save us all.

~Lu
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THUG PASHIN!!!!!!!!!1 [01 Jun 2004|10:44am]

kingmetal
YO SO IVE BEEN CHILLIN AND SHIT. ITS PRETTY HARD BEIN A THUG SINCE YOU ALWAYS GOTTA BE RUNNIN YO SHIT UP ON BIATCHES AND SHIT. I WROTE A RAP:

"LIFE IS HARD WHEN YOU BEIN A THUG
CARRY MY NINE AND MY MOM WONT GIVE ME A HUG
BLAST FOOLS LIKE THEY MADE OUT OF JELLO
CALL UP MY BITCHES ON THE CELLY TO THROW OUT A HELLO
NIGGAAAZZZZZZZZZZ!"

I ALSO WROTE A POEM, BUT ITS TO PERSONAL TO SHARE.

IM GOING TO GO PICK FLOWERS. I MEAN SHOOT BITCHES!!!!11
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WAR, BITCHES. [31 May 2004|08:08pm]

thedingoking
If you don't agree to pay the protection fee, your children will not be secure from the ravenous dingos.


Pay the Dingo King homage in an update.


I declare a gang war on all who do not comply.
I expect status reports from you all.
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DEAD [25 May 2004|12:06am]

what_a_biatch
[ mood | annoyed ]

I sure know how to shut eveyone up. Why the fuck doesnt anyone post in here?

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WHAT THE FUCK [14 May 2004|12:27am]

what_a_biatch
[ mood | aggravated ]

why does everyone put crystal as their poison????? None of you broke ass mother fuckers can afford that shit, futhermore, none of you have probably ever tasted that shit. I drink whiskey straight up. Fronting ass mother fuckers.

"I drink crystal, Im such a thug, I live in the ghetto and cant afford to pay rent" WTF.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah Im a fucking bitch, FEELS GOOD!!!

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