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fuck this shit.

2009-04-04 18:30:48 by dieplease

the world is fucked. List a few reasons why, and which world. comment or not, you reading this is an accomplishment that i have over six billion other peeps. So, achievement unlocked.

Pot Agayn

2008-09-06 23:59:48 by dieplease

I stated my own opinion about pot, what do you think?

Please state what you know AND think, not just what you've told. Please, let a pot literate person stumble upon the table and leave a nice big plate of comment flavored informed opinion actually about pot. please. Don't make meh beg!


2008-08-13 03:38:09 by dieplease

This douche Grumio made a flash about all the DRUGGIES who "wasted their money".

I think the only thing "bad" about pot is that it fucks with your sense of time. Granted, it takes away time you could have used for a character-building hobby. And, a lot of tokers do have no talent or character, but I know a lot who do. So I don't think those two are significantly related. I didn't really have any hobby, so smoking doesn't interfere with anything, really.

I like to play the trumpet, and I'm really good. My teacher says I have potential. But I've been stoned at my practice sessions once or twice by accident. Made the lesson seem really short, that's it. One time he caught me kinda dozing off, and I just mumbled that I was really tired from the day. So I don't think pot will lessen my chances of getting a small scholarship to whatever collage.

So, with that I ask what you, the random user who stumbled upon this weird kids profile, to leave whatever comment you think.


2008-07-26 03:11:51 by dieplease

I live in Billings Montana, and I think life sucks so much fucking ass, I'm surprised Disney is still a MAJOR corporation. I'm sure Walter is too tired to roll around anymore thanks to Hannah FUCKING MON-FUCKING-TANA!!

This short line or two is to everyone who likes competition, including sports. Although I'm mainly referring to sports, where you can be better than other people by athletic ability. FUCK THAT. I don't want to be considered less accomplished because I can't run the 100 in ten seconds. And then, Billy Everyteen gets a leather jacket, and privileges to harass me. If the same scene happened in ten years, then he would go to- check this- PRISON. FUCKING PRISON. All because I'm not on the varsity team (not that I want to be classified as an equal to those shit noses).

FUCKING FUCKS!!!!!! I can't fucking stand all of the fucking cock washers who think they are THE shit! HAAAGH! OK. I walk down this halway, crowded with kids trying to go somewhere. One of them just happens to be me. I see my friend, Ian, and make eye-contact and kinda nod, just to say whats up. There's a lot of noise, so I don't try to add to it by saying something. I can talk to him an hour and a half later in gym, telling him what might've been on my mind that day. I'm a litlle late from my class, and have to go downstairs. I make it out from my locker with the RIGHT books. But what's this? The hallway is blocked by the future porn stars, strippers, hookers, whores, tar lungs, hummer drivers, hand job givers, coke heads- meth heads in Montana-, alcoholics, child abusers, game show contestants, troops, and god forbid sucsesful people who actually earned their daily pay by working hard. The bell will ring in one minute, and I can't get five feet from my locker. Thanks to all of the above.