My favorite rips on me:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Check out Court's fancy-ass scroll-down puller-list of bloggers. None of them have estrogen, except me. And Nick Gaudio. </span><br />-Reader Jess<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />gaudio nutted his pants because he's a faggy ass poet</span><br />-Curtiss<br />
<p>Losin all the lows,<br />they came up,<br />went up,<br />and kicked the little,<br />torpid brownbag of Habit under the skin—<br />and then, God-willing,<br />the next crawl was a soft thirty<br />away.<br /><br />She scratched her pallid arm and brushed the licorice<br />from her temples,<br />asked him, “Why do you write those<br />happy—those pleasant, modest<br />poems,
In the School Newspaper Today
Rock isn't dead, it's merely awaiting rebirth like the phoenix. Then it will scorch a blazing path of destruction across the poser music scene.
My Xmas Wishlist
Hittin' a Full Day
<span style="font-weight:bold;">Jules!</span><br /><br />Congrats Jules, by selecting the shortest amount of time away in the break-up pool, you've won the chance to write an article for me.<br /><br />Get writing!
Song Survey
There was this stoner to her left, short-cropped, brown hair and a Renaissance-type face smoking some reefer. <br />He yelled from some little Caprice, “Don’t you wanna crack at it, sweet tits?"<br />She said, "No sir, no sir, I’ve got a new epiphany without yer joint.” <br />The green light clicked on and she rolled up her window.
After four years of maintaining the highest GPA average one may have in college, I've finally been thwarted by a fucking Italian 102 class. Turns out, you can't just show up to tests for that, not knowing any Italian, and end up doing well. So, the highest grade I can achieve is a B-, getting at least a 94.5% on my final (which is strangely only worth 10% of my grade). I'm opening it up to you...
Break Up Pool Time!
PIC's rabid dog of justice puts the finishing touches on Tucker Max's