i have my private journal but i cant let everyone in there cause its where i keep **** thats no ones business especially if i dont like them but i realize people miss my words of wisdom .. so i start a new one pop in once a week to post some little tid bit every one is happy no one gets hurt
I ate too many jalepanos
I've got burning asshole syndrome
I am sitting on the pot
A thousand farts that will not stop
I ate a little too much cheese
My pants are down below my knees
Sitting on a porcelain
Sitting in a lonely stall
I read this on the bathroom wall
"Here i sit all broken hearted
Tried to **** and only farted
Those who write on bathroom walls
Roll their **** in little balls
Those who read these words of wit
Eat those little balls of ****!"
There where three nuns who never did anything wrong. One day the high priest came to them and told them that in order to become better nuns they had to do something bad and then drink from the holy water. So the three nuns went out that same day and did something wrong. The first nun came and the high priest asked her what she did wrong. " I took a lollipop from a little kid." So he let her drink from the holy water. Then the second one came back and the high priest asked her what she did wrong, she said " I took a balloon from a little kid." So he let her drink from the holy water. Then came the third. "What did you do wrong?" asked the high priest. " Well", she said," I peed in the holy water."
Most people believe that if you go in and try to micromanage a forest, it is possible to destroy the very thing that makes it a unique and special place. That's just as true of the Net.
I'm just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious.
If a sufficient number of people who wanted to stop war really did gather together, they would first of all begin by making war upon those who disagreed with them. And it is still more certain that they would make war on people who also want to stop wars but in another way.