When I first saw these pics, I wondered if this was the outfit that this cunt was wearing when she killed off Kurt Cobain. Then I realized that it was crazy talk to think a bitch with money would be wearing the same outfit same bra, years after shit went down. Then I remembered that she was just a ghetto slag and that it was possible, just unlikely. Either way, dude’s death is the reason that this bitch can afford to eat, if it wasn’t for him, she’d be turning tricks in the back alley of the strip club she’d be working at to make a few dollars for her next hit. She was a bit of an opportunist, the kind of stripper who marries the rich dude to get out of the rut that was her life, and I guess you can’t really hate someone for doing whatever it takes to get where they want to be, even that means killin off their husband. Thanks to his death she launched a music career, was in movies, made lots of money, developed a drug habbit to deal with the guilt of being a murderer, and recently selling off his music catalogue for a truckload of money. Dirty blood money or not, bitch is shopping and you’re not. Cuddles….

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I am watching infomercials while I write this, and it is depressing. I don’t find it depressing to be sitting on my couch, I find it depressing that I can’t afford cable when people like Diddy are fuking running around with models on beaches while rockin’ a tuxedo. The only time I ever wore a tuxedo was when I worked as a bus boy at some shitty family restaurant. I lasted about a month and got used to taking out the trash, possibly why I ended up marrying the slut I ended up with, probably the reason I got syphilis 67 times in 18 months. Now, I got some health shit going on and if what the doctor finds is cancer, I plan on using the cancer to get me to the diddy top-level. I call it the sympathy card that God gave me to use. I used to think the fat wife, the addiction, the shitty life was as low as the motherfucker would go, but the stress of all that may have caused a disease that I will use to get out of all this. This has been a depressing pos and being black in the late ’90s to early ’00s was where you wanted to be, now it’s the middle aged Mexican’s turn to be the next Hip Hop.

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I am watching infomercials while I write this, and it is depressing. I don’t find it depressing to be sitting on my couch, I find it depressing that I can’t afford cable when people like Diddy are fuking running around with models on beaches while rockin’ a tuxedo. The only time I ever wore a tuxedo was when I worked as a bus boy at some shitty family restaurant. I lasted about a month and got used to taking out the trash, possibly why I ended up marrying the slut I ended up with, probably the reason I got syphilis 67 times in 18 months. Now, I got some health shit going on and if what the doctor finds is cancer, I plan on using the cancer to get me to the diddy top-level. I call it the sympathy card that God gave me to use. I used to think the fat wife, the addiction, the shitty life was as low as the motherfucker would go, but the stress of all that may have caused a disease that I will use to get out of all this. This has been a depressing pos and being black in the late ’90s to early ’00s was where you wanted to be, now it’s the middle aged Mexican’s turn to be the next Hip Hop.

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My question is pretty simple, what happened to the pad? Every bitch and her 10 year old daughter who is rockin’ her period because of hormones in food and the emotional stress caused by not having a dad, cuz he was smart and ran out on the family before the STD was born, are rocking tampons. Ladies, I am not trying to be insensitive here, I have never had a period anywhere other than my bed, and that was years ago because my fat wife is too fat to menstruate, but I could be wrong, maybe she’s menopausal or maybe she’s had a hysterectomy because of a tainted cancerous womb, I am really not that tight with her lady parts, mainly because of the amount of effort it takes to find them….Either way, girls don’t use the pad anymore and I miss the days in the 80s, where I’d be dry fuckin a bitch only to find my dick bouncing off a pillow in her panties…

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I really don’t have much to say today, other than that I haven’t been on the computer. This landed in my box all by surprise and shit and it made me feel like a whore and shit and I decided to post it and shit, cuz that’s just how I am livin’ and shit. I have been answering myspace messages for the last 2 hours and it’s a fucking waste of time…. HOWEVER… some of you people are funnier than me and should start your own sites. Cuddles.

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This is my link dump, it’s better than my real dump. I rarely bring up bodily functions, but I am letting you know that these links may be shit, but they are better than a real shit. So click on them and enjoy yourself and if you have anything to submit, email me.

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I have no fucking idea what these pictures are all about. They are supposed to be Pink taking a Piss. She’s got the tattoos so I guess it’s her. I always have a hard time pointing out Pink, because she’s fucking disgusting and I usually try to block that shit out of my head, like a molested girl blocks out being molested. I have been fighting over a cease and desist for the last 2 hours because photo agencies don’t like when you use their pictures without paying for them. Even though they are all over the fucking internet before my lazy ass gets to them. I am always surprised when I get these, because my site is a piece of shit, and I have no fucking money to pay them if I lost, and more importantly, I have 500 fucking readers. If I was the photo agency, I’d run after the bigger sites run by Jews who actually know how to make money with a blog. Either way, here’s Pink livin’ up to her trashy raving past….Whoever has the rights to this photo feel free to email me demanding I take them down. Seems to be the thing to do. Cuddles.

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I am glad that music video producers are finally moving a little closer to porn. Naked sluts sell records, or at least make me watch a shitty video through, because I like making sure that I see don’t miss any fucking nipple. My life is pretty dry right now, my wife is too and I take whatever naked bitch I can get, even if she’s on my computer screen. Speaking of naked bitch on my computer screen, some girl I have been talking to for a while sent me naked pics a couple days ago. Since then, she’s been bitching me out for disrespecting her and using her and all kinds of other emotional shit that I don’t respond well to. So if you’re going to get naked, or send me naked pics, let this be warning that I do not have emotions. Either way, we all know that pussy sells, and that’s why this video by Marion Raven is the Naughty Music Video of the Day…I have no idea who Marion Raven is….

Watch It Here

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I don’t know this bitch’s name, but I do know that she is banging royalty and that makes her a royal slut, which is a lot more interesting than anything else you could put the word “royal” in front of. But I only feel that way because I have a thing for social climbing whores who use their cunts to get them to the top. That’s why I am looking for love on Myspace.

As a service to you, I have decided to write a myspace message a day for you to cut and paste and send to random people. I think it would be funny to see if it gets makes any of us famous, or if it gets any of you pussy.

This is the message for today.

you are way out of my league.
but I can still jerk off to your myspace pics.
and I am.
that’ the irony of the internet.
you’d never give me the time of day in person,
but here i am practically fucking your face…
so I don’t want you to get all freaked out..
I won’t get you pregnant.
I am wearing a condom.

With Love,
YOUR NAME HERE
DrunkenStepfather.com

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People with sex dolls make me laugh, especially the motherfuckers who live a double life with their sex doll. They are usually your very fucking single socially awkward and quiet neighbor. The dude who works at your post office or as a janitor at the local elementary school. Anyway, this motherfucker who no one really pays much attention to, goes home after a day of work and once the door is shut behind him, his “real” life starts. He goes to his living room and sits next to his wife, a silicone/latex blend who weighs in at 250 lbs but looks like a porn star. Dude dresses her up, does her hair and make-up to get her ready for dinner. Dude sits and eats with her and has a conversation with her, she’s not very responsive and he likes that she doesn’t talk back. Then after dinner they go to the den to cuddle on the couch and watch TV. At 11 pm, lights out and dude drags the love of his life to his bedroom for a inanimate love making session. He likes her cuz she never says no, all positions are a go, and she’s always in the mood…after the sex dude washes his plastic wife off and falls asleep with her in his arms…..only to wake up and go back to work the next day cleaning the floors and bathrooms at your little kid’s school…..until the weekend where they go on vacation together. If the Sex Doll is lucky, she gets to drive….Weird.

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