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 Savatage---"Poets & Madmen"
If "Survivor" was over on 5/3/01, why are people still talking about it a week later? Are their lives
so pathetic that there is nothing else worthwhile to talk about?
"Oh, gee whiz, I don't believe Colby did that!"
Well fuck you, who cares, get a life. He's named after a type of fucking cheese. Maybe that's not the correct way
to spell his name, but I'm sure some "Survivor" fanatic dickweed will send me a nasty email pointing
out my mistake.
Get the feeling I don't like "Survivor"?
Talking about pathetic, I could write about Robert Downey Jr. But there's really no point in doing that. He'll
keep fucking up and he'll keep working because he's "learned his lesson" only to relapse again. No problem.
Don't get me wrong. I like Robert. I just don't understand why he is put on a pedestal when people should be a
bit more concerned about his health and habits. He obviously can't take care of himself, and that's a shame.
Aaron Sorkin, the creator of "West WIng" is pathetic and I will make fun of him. He was busted at an
airport with some Mary Jane, something that could possibly be one of those magic mushrooms plus a pipe that MAY
have been used to smoke some whacky tobaccy.
When the airport police were called, the jackass fainted. Tough titty! I understand he went through a program to
clean himself up, but it just didn't work now, did it?
I'm done preaching now.
Actually, I could care less about any of the people mentioned above. I was forced into writing an anti-drug thing
by the powers that be at this website because some people believe that everyone here at Theweirdcrap are a bunch
of alcoholic, drug addicted morons.
It could possibly be true.
I do have a tendency to space off during meetings, especially since I always find myself sitting next to Melissa.
She's a nice girl, but the bitchwhore smells like rancid fish, so I try to leave my body and float aimlessly above
everyone else in the room.
It never works and I find myself basically staring at the ceiling which caused the other people believe I am under
the influence of some strange illegal substance.
I also know these people talk about me behind my back. I constantly hear whispering and conversations stop whenever
I enter any room. It's not me being paranoid, it's the truth.
Just because my cat talks to me does not mean I am under the influence. Because of some of the conversations we've
had, I know the true meaning of life and how a turbine engine works. So, stay in school and don't do drugs is what
I'm trying to say, I guess. If you're out of school, go back.
Or don't.
I could care less.
I'm only trying to help.
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