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So dubya got his ass kicked in the debate last nite, yadda yadda yadda, I’m sitting at my desk doing mindless crap that you need a brilliant phd degree from hahvahd which I don’t have cuz hahvahd can slurp my emaciated bone like bill oreilly will be doing down at the shawshank club on Tuesdays from now on once the deserved vultures who I congratulate are done scrapping away on his doo.

Why did sean penn have to turn into such an assclown? Homey was like, ok, is still, bona fide strait up clock knockin actor, but, I mean, that shouldn’t prevent him from being a tard, I guess. I mean, I’m a championship bullrider, but you still see me trip over my dick time and again.

It really is just unbelievable how good he’s been in so many good good movies, I mean, if I had to think of a word for it, shit, good? Colors, carlito’s way, fast times, bad boys, the list goes on & etcetera shabba ranks style. U-turn? That was pretty good. Eh, there’s a shitload, you can find it, if you care, you don’t, I know, it’s cool.

The guy even married Madonna and had the good sense to do it while she was extremely relevant, unlike that puppet brit whateva feller whut makes asstarded movies with her stranded on a beach with some dildo embedded crapsterpiece.

Um, there was a point theoretically embedded in there somewhere. Oh yah, why be such a babooz and actually argue with puppets? Hmmm. further reliance on treacher to supply me with hardcore news equals I’m prolly good to rock.

Man, it is like impossible to find a pic of him from colors. Fukn movies with nondescript generalized names and googles robot kine dillio inner workings, etc. and yes I can find the cover of the dvd & video, jeez it’s just such a crappy fucking picture. It just sucks so fucking hard I wanna destroy it. And it is not the one you see here, that one’s aight, tentatively, but, well, you’ll know, explosions superceded over duvall’s baldness.

This is such a topic that has been beat into the ground already. Wait, no it’s not. Colors? Apparently not, cuz nobody on the innernet, eh, fuck it.

Oh, onto a topic that hasn’t (ok, has even more) what’s the big deal about saying lesbian? It’s just a fukn word, my peeps. Yes, it means woman that lies with woman. Uh, and the veep’s daughter is one. It was referenced by Edwards in the veep debate, so, uh, the big deal about Kerry saying it last night then is that it’s just the use of the word? the "L" bomber? What’s the appropriate fucking word? Alternately stroking female entity? I don’t get it. The question was about homosexuality, and he answered it and showed how the repubs are caring & compassionate. Ok, there was prolly some spin in there. But the repubs are spinning shit way harder on that next day shit with dick with his angry father routine and lynne (whatever her name is) with the “kerry is a bad man, kerry is a bad man” oh FUCK YOU BITCH. Jesus h. Christ, it’s ok to send a boatload squared of our own military in with less protective gear than hubbie’s haliburton security guards wear & making half the cash and with homey the clown aka dickerton raping & pillaging left & right and scowling & pouring oil all over him & you in a bachanallian monster slurpage fest, but saying “lesbian” is seriously fucked up.

Ps: dear Ralph nader. Pull your head out of your ass and like inject some heroin in your eyeballs or something. dumbass.

My name is Berkeley P-worth and this message is admittedly fucked.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Posted 1:23 PM by Alfred

hmmm, this is interesting. The trenchcoat chronicles. Some guy on the lookout for sympathizers to those columbine shooter nutballs. Muy interesante. There are actually people out there under the impression that the columbine massacre was somehow justified because these two fuckheads were bullied, etc. I won’t go into it, he does a much better job. She? Not sure. Anyways, check it, it’s, uh, as I said, interesting? Bleh.

My post yesterday was total crap I’ll be the first to admit. Dogshit on an acre of horse manure. Oh well. I thought about deleting it but told myself fuck it. It’s what I was thinking at the moment, which is really all this corner of the internet is about. Nothing more. Ok, maybe it’s about, uh, gum. Yah, that too. And this lamp. That’s all I need. Gum, my thought of the moment, and this lamp. And then you’ll never see us (me) again.

Ah, the vagaries of iniquity, whatever that means. Big fukn pun. Imagine just eating yourself to death. It’s like “hey, pun, uh, maybe go easy on the cheeseburgers today?” “nah, nah, fuck you” “ok” actually supposedly he had just lost a 100 pounds before he died, meaning he was only, what, 600 lbs.? I dunno, I’m guessing. He was still large and in charge. I think, eh, I won’t go into it.

Why am I talking about big pun? Rest in peace big fella. I ain’t talked about randy rhoads in a while. Eh, what’s the point? Um, hmmm. Raiders Denver this weekend, maybe kerry Collins can throw 8 interceptions and break like an nfl record for championship ass sucking. That would be tony the tiger aka great.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Posted 7:05 PM by Alfred

Ah so desu ka. That means “oh” or some shit like that in Japanese. So I’m sitting here on some waiting for godot type shit and it’s like, fuckn jurk storr central. Serially. Blah blah blah blah fucking blah. This shit is just so over. I read blogs like this one and think, man, this guys got the juice, this is the new otha level style, my time is past, I remember when I first started off in the game, like reading old blogs dinosaur style and thinking that’ll never happen, I’m so fresh, so clean, uh, well, not that, not saying I invented that saying, what the fuck ever, it’s just, everything feels recycled right now, it’s all, shit, I dunno, and don’t tell me it’s not, it’s, fuck, and the worst part is that whenever I saw a blogger actually say that, or to this day see a blogger say that, like “oh my blog’s crap now” I believe them, yet somehow think it won’t hold true when I say it. Well, fuck, I dunno, I know I got a lot of good shit up in my dome but it just seems like this ain’t the proper repository or, fuck, I dunno, who gives a fuck anyway, I can talk about the fukn jurk storr and bob big boy’s hair all day long or I can like analyze so perfectly the current political situation in outer Mongolia, at the end of the day I go home and do my thing and you go home & do your thing and it really doesn’t have any kind of actual effect on our lives. Not like a b-level pseudo stars trashy memoirs with the 7 glossy picture pages in the middle, or something earth shattering like that.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Posted 3:19 AM by Alfred

There’s too much shit going on in my dome that needs to be izme’d. I mean, I don’t even have my glasses on yet. Ponder that.

Been there done that. I feel your pain, pax, on that up late bloggin drankin on some drank like a foolio. Should I dig up that file? If I remember.

Uh, the master thesis is not stalled, but it’s not moving. I need to gets moving with it. Still to this day the only forums it has seen are the inner workings of the two computers in my life, and until a publisher hits the green button (red? Fuck it) that’ll be the only spot. Whatevs. Maybe not. Don’t take anything I say at face value. Ferreal. I talk a LOT of shit. Beleedat.

Time fo’ go down stairs and get my, uh, fahgetabboutit, back in a minnit. You won’t notice. Truss.

And… I’m back. How you doin? Whatevs. So, shit, my meaning herein was to seriously express myself. Okey doke, I’m a little drunkentstein, ok, minors, etc. whatevs.

Blah, blah, I just erased some shit. Fuck that. No need for it.

And, uh, hmmm, I was gonna get way deep into like my inner cranium, but suddenly I’m over it. Is this blog dying? I hate to think so. I know it’s not so. I can’t think that it ever could. But, big but, I was perusing the files, seeing as there’s almost nothing else to click on since joe erased all the links, bastard sword that he is, and it’s like, dang, I used to write like a lot of Grecian urn type shit, like odes, na mean? And now, it’s like “yah, the dodgers won. Woo hoo.” And prop up a pic up there and some pithy saying dillio and like say jurk storr and I consider that a post.

Sorry to gyp yall like that. You deserve better.

Oh no. I won’t end on some feel sorry for me or tell me how good I am shit like that. I am the mothafuckin man and don’t need any assurance thus thereof. Werd? So don’t leave a comment.

There’s just no good way to end this. Whatevs. Postscript the editing booth is hereby excused, albeit it usually always is, but this time ferreal, as, uh, fuck it, why do I bother explaining? Peace.

Posted 1:04 AM by Alfred

word.

To officer muthafuckin bird.

Wuddup, m68, the doggers will carry that socal flag, we gots it, dig? Aight.

this almost makes up for cal losing a nailbiter to sc.

almost.

can I take this small moment to say, uh, um, gracias everyone, bartles & james style, you get the drift. peace.