The good thing about having money is that when you are being carted around to exclusive events in expensive cars with your fat sister, you can sit in the back of the car and apply make-up, even after your make-up artist made you up, just to make sure everything is in place. A lot of people are drawn to Paris and find the bitch classy, because she’s from the upper-crust, but reality is that it is all smoke and mirrors and lots of hours of maintenance. If she was a supermarket clerk with 3 kids and a 20,000 dollar debt, running off 2.5 hours of sleep because one of her kids was up all night puking because she fed her kids dented can soup cuz it’s all she could afford…no one would even notice her.

This bitch represents everything that is wrong in the world, from her greed to her over consumption to her narcissism and complete lack of respect of anything and anyone. Lucky for us teenage girls from the trailer park are picking up all of her bad habits, but on a budget.

Thanks for ruining the world, cunt.

PS – I think this could be a new fetish for hornylohanwanker, fuck pics of bitches smoking, when we can look at bitches apply 200 dollar blush.

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This shit is better than a Real Doll, I wonder how many fuckholes he comes with…

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I have lied to you, just like Pam Anderson has lied to us all these years. It turns out this bitch is a post-op tranny who you all jerked off to pre-op, meaning you’re gay. At least she looks it. Speaking of gay, I went out with a couple of my house music loving friends, who aren’t gay but could be confused for a fag couple because of all the arguing they do about nothing. They dragged me out to the local afterhours bar for a beer, where I ended up surrounded by the weirdest people in the weirdest outfits dancing a fool in the weirdest way. I was convinced that using the urinal would give me HIV, considering 90% of the crowd was faggot and the other 10% was prostitutes, strippers and the kids who had no friends in highschool and who are over-compensating for it now by doing mass amounts of drugs and fucking both girls and boys, because let’s face it, they feel part of something big…We left at midnight, before Carl Cox saved all their lives and that’s my story for now. None of it was funny, all of it was true. Now point of all this is to say, post op tranny with hep or not, I’d still stuff this bitch like a turkey…

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The thing you gotta love about Paris, is that bitch has no shame. Where most of us have little voices in our heads telling us that dressing like a character in a Disney movie is probably not the best idea, Paris just gives ‘er. So here she is in some club lookin like a fool, but still getting the attention from every motherfucker with a camera phone. I guess Paris is kind of a savior, giving people who have come in contact with her something to tell their friends about for the next week, month or maybe a year. This encounter may define them socially and the story of coming in contact with Paris will follow them for life. The whole celebrity thing confuses me, I find someone like Paris a total fucking waste of space, but having money and a lot of media attention makes people love her, think she’s important, idolize her and want to be her or at least be around her. I think she has a bigger impact and level of importance than any of us, and that is really all our fault for wasting our energy caring about her.

My wife asked me to stop talking about our personal life on here. I can respect that. She is my wife and thus my life. This shit’s just a website. There’s more to life than a website. Remember that asshole…

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My Wife Hates me… and so do you.. Here’s Mung’s post:

I got in my car today to drive myself to the clinic because I think I got genital warts from the Kool-Aid Man. (see previous entries) As I hopped in the car I turned on the radio and low and behold, it was announced that Dustin Diamond AKA Screech from Saved by the Bell has been found on a 40 minute sex tape with two women performing such moves as the Donkey Punch and The Dirty Sanchez. I didn’t know what was worse…the fact that I might have genital warts or the mental picture in my head of Screech fucking Jessie and Kelly while Zack and Slater perform fellatio on each other, the whole time Lisa Turtle is sitting in the corner fisting herself while pulling anal beads out of her asshole.

I don’t think I need the clinic anymore. I think I need a psychiatrist.

GO BAYSIDE!

Mung

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My wife found out about the site and she’s not so happy about it. I kept this up for close to 2 years and she had no idea what I was doing on the computer. I would say she was too busy eating, but she’s probably reading this. She’s pretending that she doesn’t care about it, but I can tell she does. I am goin to keep it up for now. But it’s not worth losing my family over. Let’s face it, this is just the internet and not real life.

Here are some links:

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So I watch Oprah everyday and I was pretty happy to have Minxy show up in my inbox after years of her absence with some Oprah is a lesbian post for the site. I am drunk and have a black gay dude living on my couch. We are trying to get him to Miami and found a $69 ticket. Does anyone want to buy it for him to get him off my couch. My fear is waking up with a black cock in my mouth and a Jamaica patty in my ass. That’s got nothing to do with Minxy but this does:

So the other day i couldn’t figure out how to tenderize my beef patties and decided to go to Jesus’ to ask his wife to sit on them. she did and while she was smacking her oversized ass against the wall of their shanty with my meat in between, i happened to overhear Oprah and her lover Gayle King. They went on this car ride through America with a helicopter and about a dozen helpers. By helpers i am referring to camera crewmen and personal assistants.All they do is complain about how hot it is, how they don’t know where they are going and what they are going to eat. The helpers are pretty into it because they get their pay checks and free shows of Pussy on Pussy action, then foodstuffs on and in the pussy, then more pussy and then Gayle and Oprah pass out from the weight of the burden (of eating too much pussy). I have some things to say about these so called “icons”.

1. I could definately film a better show than those two. Starting with pussy eating footage. I hate eating pussy but i’d do it for
america. their president is bush after all.

2. I could also be a better icon. What message are you sending the masses eating all the time and constantly requiring an entourage?

3. Fuck this,Oprah used to have an opinion, she used to be able to speak out against things, to bring to light issues that noone is dealing with and now she pays her “boyfriend” to make appearances and talks about eating, celebrity hookups/breakups and style issues. Oprah, i am disseapointed in you. I also hear you hate the rainforest. bitch.

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MUNG sent me this Justin Timberlake post that I didn’t get around to posting yet because I am lazy and it didn’t blow my fucking mind. I was working on the Montgomery Moose interview which is something that did blow my mind. Anyway… Here’s His Post….

I saw these fucking pictures on the internet and it made me sick. Who the fuck does this homo bitch think he is? Clockwork Orange is a classic movie….Justin Timberlake is a classic poofter. There is absolutely no relation between him and Macolm McDowell from the movie. For example, Malcolm McDowell (from the movie Clockwork Orange) enjoyed Beethoven, raping women and ultra-violence. Justin Timberlake enjoys Yani, finger fucking men’s anus’, and petting kittens. I wish this guy would put spray some more loafer lightener on his shoes and just fly the fuck away.

So I was looking for a gay person to write for me…not a gay post from someone who already writes for me and I found Kerne to help me take on the internet blogging world one dick in his ass at the time…I guess Mung didn’t like that…

It appears that I was only the treat of the week. I feel used. Who is this new man in your life, Kerne? You never really did love me, despite all the e-mails you sent me saying how much you wanted to toss my salad. Now you have found a new man to take my spot. I hope you had fun with me while it lasted. I feel like nothing more than a male prostitute that has been shit on and pissed on and then fucked in the ass with a zuchinni. (It is not a nice feeling, just ask Perez Hilton).

I cried myself to sleep last night and used my tears as lubricant as I masturbated to my video collection of Richard Simmons sweatin’ to the oldies, wondering what could have been, if you and I had remained together. Perhaps my dream of becoming a blog writer on someone else’s website has been shattered. I hope you are proud of yourself and I hope you have fun with your new jewish/black/gay blogger. If only I were more ethnic, and more of a minority, and not heterosexual, then perhaps I could fulfill your needs, and at the same time, my dreams would truly come true.

Until next time my fair readers,

MUNG

MUNG don’t be a baby, at least you’re not a busted up nobody like Anastacia….

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MUNG sent me this Justin Timberlake post that I didn’t get around to posting yet because I am lazy and it didn’t blow my fucking mind. I was working on the Montgomery Moose interview which is something that did blow my mind. Anyway… Here’s His Post….

I saw these fucking pictures on the internet and it made me sick. Who the fuck does this homo bitch think he is? Clockwork Orange is a classic movie….Justin Timberlake is a classic poofter. There is absolutely no relation between him and Macolm McDowell from the movie. For example, Malcolm McDowell (from the movie Clockwork Orange) enjoyed Beethoven, raping women and ultra-violence. Justin Timberlake enjoys Yani, finger fucking men’s anus’, and petting kittens. I wish this guy would put spray some more loafer lightener on his shoes and just fly the fuck away.

So I was looking for a gay person to write for me…not a gay post from someone who already writes for me and I found Kerne to help me take on the internet blogging world one dick in his ass at the time…I guess Mung didn’t like that…

It appears that I was only the treat of the week. I feel used. Who is this new man in your life, Kerne? You never really did love me, despite all the e-mails you sent me saying how much you wanted to toss my salad. Now you have found a new man to take my spot. I hope you had fun with me while it lasted. I feel like nothing more than a male prostitute that has been shit on and pissed on and then fucked in the ass with a zuchinni. (It is not a nice feeling, just ask Perez Hilton).

I cried myself to sleep last night and used my tears as lubricant as I masturbated to my video collection of Richard Simmons sweatin’ to the oldies, wondering what could have been, if you and I had remained together. Perhaps my dream of becoming a blog writer on someone else’s website has been shattered. I hope you are proud of yourself and I hope you have fun with your new jewish/black/gay blogger. If only I were more ethnic, and more of a minority, and not heterosexual, then perhaps I could fulfill your needs, and at the same time, my dreams would truly come true.

Until next time my fair readers,

MUNG

MUNG don’t be a baby, at least you’re not a busted up nobody like Anastacia….

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