I have enough trouble understanding a dude who sits at home watching the Jennifer Love Hewitt show about talking to Ghosts, even though I have watched the show a handful of times. I figure I am the exception to the rule because I have no friends, no money and no cable. The fact that I have one channel and no budget to do much else is who I assume who the market of the show is. After watching the show, I would have never expected anyone to take screencaps. Not because Jennifer Love is in it, because I know weird internet losers love this bitch, but because no matter how much any loser likes this horse faced cunt, capping the show would mean that they actually had to watch the shot. It would also mean that they can afford technology that could provide them with better entertainment than “Ghost Whisperer” ever could. I can only assume that the dude who took these caps was the same guy who works at the local hobby store selling model cars to kids to make enough money to pay for his computer parts. The same guy who never married and who causes discomfort in parents everytime little Johnny wants to go shopping there. He’s the kind of guy who lived in his mother’s basement until she moved to Florida for retirement when he was 42 and since she sold her house and forced him to venture out on his own. The lack of personal interaction has forced him to develope this new hobby combining his best friend (computer) and his fantasy girl (Jennifer Love) and a split second of a thong shot later, the pics hit the internet. Thanks to “original capper” and his mom for making this possible. Now fuck off and stop hating my genius posts.

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I have enough trouble understanding a dude who sits at home watching the Jennifer Love Hewitt show about talking to Ghosts, even though I have watched the show a handful of times. I figure I am the exception to the rule because I have no friends, no money and no cable. The fact that I have one channel and no budget to do much else is who I assume who the market of the show is. After watching the show, I would have never expected anyone to take screencaps. Not because Jennifer Love is in it, because I know weird internet losers love this bitch, but because no matter how much any loser likes this horse faced cunt, capping the show would mean that they actually had to watch the shot. It would also mean that they can afford technology that could provide them with better entertainment than “Ghost Whisperer” ever could. I can only assume that the dude who took these caps was the same guy who works at the local hobby store selling model cars to kids to make enough money to pay for his computer parts. The same guy who never married and who causes discomfort in parents everytime little Johnny wants to go shopping there. He’s the kind of guy who lived in his mother’s basement until she moved to Florida for retirement when he was 42 and since she sold her house and forced him to venture out on his own. The lack of personal interaction has forced him to develope this new hobby combining his best friend (computer) and his fantasy girl (Jennifer Love) and a split second of a thong shot later, the pics hit the internet. Thanks to “original capper” and his mom for making this possible. Now fuck off and stop hating my genius posts.

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I went to a stripclub lastnight. The strippers were very fat. The young one was pregnant. When you get a lap dance from her she charged $5 more than the other girls, I guess it’s a 2 for 1 deal. That was a lame joke, but that’s ok because I’ve got a pocketful. I ended up at another club where I had to negotiate with the owner to let me in for free after they tried to charge me twice the cover charge because I can only assume they don’t like men who smell like piss to drink their alcohol. If you’re wondering why I haven’t updated. It’s because I went to a job interview today. I’d write about how great it went but I’d hate the cunt who was doing the interview to read this site and find out that whole time I kept staring at her boobs…..Speaking of boobs here are my links of the day….

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I didn’t read this but figured I’d post it for the sake of posting it. In the even you haven’t noticed I have been pretty lazy the last week. I am trying to figure out the best way to make myself famous and I figured sleeping on the couch in the afternoon and frequenting seedy bars until 4 am every night is probably not going to get me there, but it will make me forget that I have pretty much done al lthat I can with this site. Reaily is I am not giving this shit up but I am taking up drinking again. It’s a solid coping mechanism. Speaking of coping, good luck coping with MUNG’s obvious attempt at ripping up my style and for the record I don’t support teasing successful people who die from cancer…but I can only assume MUNG doesn’t mind because he’s a hack. Speaking of hack, here’s some more Lohan, these pics are from some event on wednesday night.

I have decided that Sunday nights are pretty good nights. Not early Sunday night, but late Sunday night around 8:00PM. This is usually when my coke hangover wears off and my body sorta feels normal again. After punishing my liver and the rest of my internal organs the night before I usually wake up in the morning and feel like roadkill, but eventually it wears off around 8PM on Sunday and all is good with the world again. This is usually when I will lay on the couch in my soiled jogging pants and my “#1 Jew” t-shirt that I picked up at Value Village and start reassessing my life while I watch TV. I think about what my life could have been, and what could have happened if I had some dreams or inspirations, and then all of a sudden a ticking watch comes up on the screen and out of nowhere an elderly pale black man with white hair and an earring is interviewing a 24 year old heroin addicted, alcoholic prostitute. Then I smile and realize that my life isn’t all that bad….I could be an eldrely pale black man with white hair and an earring.

Here’s to you Ed Bradley, for making my Sunday hangovers tolerable. 60 Minutes won’t be the same without you and neither will my hangover

More of Lohan Now…..

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I didn’t read this but figured I’d post it for the sake of posting it. In the even you haven’t noticed I have been pretty lazy the last week. I am trying to figure out the best way to make myself famous and I figured sleeping on the couch in the afternoon and frequenting seedy bars until 4 am every night is probably not going to get me there, but it will make me forget that I have pretty much done al lthat I can with this site. Reaily is I am not giving this shit up but I am taking up drinking again. It’s a solid coping mechanism. Speaking of coping, good luck coping with MUNG’s obvious attempt at ripping up my style and for the record I don’t support teasing successful people who die from cancer…but I can only assume MUNG doesn’t mind because he’s a hack. Speaking of hack, here’s some more Lohan, these pics are from some event on wednesday night.

I have decided that Sunday nights are pretty good nights. Not early Sunday night, but late Sunday night around 8:00PM. This is usually when my coke hangover wears off and my body sorta feels normal again. After punishing my liver and the rest of my internal organs the night before I usually wake up in the morning and feel like roadkill, but eventually it wears off around 8PM on Sunday and all is good with the world again. This is usually when I will lay on the couch in my soiled jogging pants and my “#1 Jew” t-shirt that I picked up at Value Village and start reassessing my life while I watch TV. I think about what my life could have been, and what could have happened if I had some dreams or inspirations, and then all of a sudden a ticking watch comes up on the screen and out of nowhere an elderly pale black man with white hair and an earring is interviewing a 24 year old heroin addicted, alcoholic prostitute. Then I smile and realize that my life isn’t all that bad….I could be an eldrely pale black man with white hair and an earring.

Here’s to you Ed Bradley, for making my Sunday hangovers tolerable. 60 Minutes won’t be the same without you and neither will my hangover

More of Lohan Now…..

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I just went to a sandwich place to get a sandwich because I like sandwiches. I think it’s got something to do with not being allowed to eat sandwiches as a kid because my mom was more into breast feeding me until she died when I was 12. I guess it was cheaper for her considering in the latter part of her life she was pregnant every year and the babies always seemed to disappear, I assume she sold them or some shit, which always made me nervous, knowing that somewhere out there, my 10 brother’s or sisters were running around. I never felt comfortable slamming a mexican/half mexican girl and I don’t think I ever will, because unlike you I don’t get off to the thought of fucking my blood. I guess impotency prevents incest. Either way, this woman in front of me at the sandwich place made the sandwich artist pull out the roast beef for her to inspect before ordering. I thought that was weird, but not as weird as the bitch who ordered an egg nog latte with nutmeg at starbucks but only because egg nog at 11 am is a vile thought. Speaking of roast beef and vile thoughts here are some pics of….LOHAN. Cuddles.

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