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Archive for July, 2008

Breaking News
July 24, 2008Apple announced today that it has developed a
breast implant that can store and play music.
The iTit will cost from $499 to $699, depending on
cup and speaker size.
This has been hailed as a major social
breakthrough, because women
are always complaining about men staring at their
breasts and not listening to them.

Down With the Sickness
July 21, 2008
Can you feel that?
Ah shit…
OH-WAH-AH-AH-AH!
OH-WAH-AH-AH-AH!!!!!
OH OH!!
OH OH!!
OH OH!!
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing… in me
Will you give in to me?
Looking at my own reflection,
When suddenly it changes,
Violently it changes!
OH NO!, there is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon… in meeeeeeeeeee!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me…
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
Will you give in to me?
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
Will you give in to me?
It seems you’re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes!
Living with these changes!
AHH! Now the world is a scary place
Now that you’ve woken up the demon… in meeeeeeeeeeee!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me…
And when I dream
And when I dream!!
And when i dream!!!!
AND WHEN I DREAM!!!!!!
No mommy, don’t do it again
Don’t do it again
I’ll be a good boy
I’ll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don’t hit me
Ow!
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don’t, do it!
No, you’re hurting me!
Ow!
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don’t you,
Why don’t you fuck off and die
Why can’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
FUCK YOU!
I don’t need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die!
OH-WAH-AH-AH-AH!
Get up, come get down with the sickness
Get up, come get down with the sickness
Get up, come get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come get down with the sickness
you mother get up
come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me!!!

The Salesman’s Robot
July 5, 2008John was a salesman’s delight when it came to any kind of
unusual gimmick. His wife Marsha had long ago given up
trying to get him to change. One day John came home with
another one of his unusual purchases. It was a robot that
John claimed was actually a lie detector.
It was about 5:30 that afternoon when Tommy, their
11-year-old son, returned home from school. Tommy was over
two hours late.
“Where have you been? Why are you over two hours late
getting home?” asked John.
“Several of us went to the library to work on an extra
credit project,” said Tommy. The robot then walked around
the table and slapped Tommy, knocking him completely out of
his chair.
“Son,” said John, “this robot is a lie detector. Now tell us
where you really were after school.”
“We went to Bobby’s house and watched a movie,” said Tommy.
“What did you watch?” asked Marsha.
“The Ten Commandments,” answered Tommy. The robot went
around to Tommy and slapped him again, knocking him off his
chair once more. With his lip quivering, Tommy got up from
the floor, sat down, and said, “I am sorry I lied. We really
watched an R-rated movie.”
“I am ashamed of you, son,” said John. “When I was your age,
I never lied to my parents.” The robot then walked around to
John and delivered a whack that nearly knocked him out of
his chair.
Marsha doubled over in laughter, almost in tears, and said,
“Boy, did you ever ask for that one! You can’t be too mad
with Tommy. After all, he is your son!”
With that the robot immediately walked around to Marsha and
knocked her out of her chair.


