For people who are pissed at everything put rants here.

[*x_m i c h a e l->]

People who brag about their cell-phone plans are pissing me off. Well I have free text messaging, free picture messaging, free family plans, and free long distance calling. Well if all this crap is free, why are you paying 70 dollars a month for it?!?! Its bad enough youre still making payments for it, why arent you just paying it off already?!? And ringtones. Your sitting on a bench with some goth kid you dont even know then the kids cell-phone starts playing Michael Jackson! It seems that every single band singer is turning their already vile and disgusting songs into an 8-bit audio file that sounds like it came from a videogame system, from them nineteen eighties! Im sure Mozarts very pleased that his 4th symphony is blasting out of some drunk teenagers cell-phone right now. that concludes my rant on cell-phones, which took me half an hour to type.

[seththelezzy]

... STFU. You got that from Foamy.

You dissapoint me.

[AriesMalvis]

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[evilcowgod]

Haha this thread fails.

[u84]

i know u scum. foamy rules. dont copy him. FYI my character is still the adhd cousin.

[evilcowgod]

Foamy is awesome, I've been watching him since forever, I still go to illwill every other thursday to watch the new episode

[u84]

favorite is 5 More Minutes.

[AriesMalvis]

foamy=win
*x_m i c h a e l->=fail

[madmatt621]

Originally Posted by seththelezzy

... STFU. You got that from Foamy.

That's what I was thinking.

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form and the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
WHAT THE F*CK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
SHUT UP!
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?

Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and punch me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A F*CKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better, than, you!
It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick it's like a whole other world where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
What luck!
Fascism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And we're all gonna die someday 'cause that's the American way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer-taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and
SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!
SHUT UP!
F*CK YOU!
F*CK YOU!
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, you're a wreck an accident
Forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Sh*t, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.

[sertman]

Well I guess I'm tired of Oprah Winfrey's ass
Telling me every move to make.
And I'm tired of Martha Stewart's ass
Telling me how to bake a cake.

And I've just about had my fill
Of Dr. ****ing Phil.
Tired of looking at Tiger's ass
And Shaquille O'****ing Neill.

Paris Hilton can **** up a county fair.
Just proof that that you can be stupid
And still be a billion-****ing-aire.

I'm tired of Simon's ass
Telling people that they can't sing.
I'd fire Donald Trump's ass
For knowing every ****ing thing.

Jim and Brad and Angelina's ass,
I'm about tired of looking at them.
And I'm about ready for Hollywood's ass
To run out of ****ing film.

I'm tired of everything on tv.
Everybody loves Raymond.
Except for ****ing me.

I'm tired of that Lance's ass
In France riding on a bike.
And I could pretty much give a damn
What some actress's dress looks like.

It'd be nice if hip hop's ass
Would finally learn to play three chords.
And I'm about filled up with Nashville's ass
And the Hand Me A Trophy Awards.

Barry Bonds hitting a bunch of fake home runs.
And a fake ass Larry the Cable's ass
Can git 'r ****ing done.

I'd like to watch football's ass
Without worrying about T.O.
And I'm resolved to tell Dubya's ass
Where the **** he can ****ing go.

I'll be the first to second telling the Third World
What the **** they can ****ing do.
It'd be fun to watch Mel Gibson's ass
Get whipped by the Jews.

I'm tired of my own ass
Singing this ****ing song.
There's a lot of people's ass I'm tired of
But the list is too ****ing long.

And I could be wrong
I could be wrong.