Buy a Gat

Hello all you sheeple in TV land, I am going to let you in on a little secret. The role of the U.S. military is to kill brown people. The only reason we fought WWI and WWII was because they were trying to cut in on our action. George W. Bush said himself, nor any other president likes war. Bullshit. He started a war just like FDR did. Another thing if all the folks in New Orleans would have been white upper class yuppies, do you really believe there would have been a body count. The answer is hell no, they would have been evacuated quicker than shit. The truth is the man was responsible for blowing the levies, and starting the war in ragland. Why is this, simple, to kill brown people. It does not matter if they are at home or abroad. People in this country are retarded, trying to live like on TV, which puts them in debt. Does some stupid uppity white bitch really need to drive an Excursion with a diesel that would haul Rosie O'Donnel, again no. The fact is that the wage gap is increasing thus creating more poverty and making the rich richer. The war is on the middle class. Stay home on weekends, eat beans, drive a used SUV, and buy a gat.

Valentines day

Today is Saint Valentine’s Day, another day that is a waste of money. Kinda like X-mas except I don't have to buy shit for all my kids. Just think all across this country guys are spending their hard earned money on some undeserving bitch, all in hopes of getting some tang. Guys listen up Mexican hookers are cheaper, and you can throw it in their butt on the first date. Another thing, do you want to be the dumbass that spends mad bank for all that shit to give to some skirt, and then she fucks some other nigga. I ain't Donald Trump, but that sounds like a bad investment. Guys just do the following: Give that girl a puppy, and then she has to put up with that little bastard even if you ain't around. Then that "nikka" that is actually getting the panties will have to deal with your "present". If you can't handle the thought of that other nikka fucking your "investment" just picture your puppy licking his nuts while he is mid-stroke.

If you bitches recognize me from school, I am Tom. Every once in a while I will see some bad ass Mexican girl. You will know if I think you are hot, because I will say God bless Mexico. What has Mexico given us besides cheap labor, women you could eat alive, and burritos; which would leave the woman to do other things with, like making more Mexicans. What is up with wetback bitches, they wear high heels with everything, yall ever notice that. Them Mexican women wear the craziest shit, and they overdress for everything. Man, I am glad I married a white girl. I could not handle having to wait 3 hours on her to get ready to go to Jack in the Box. I do love me some mad hairy wetbax though, almost as much as I like choklit.
The reason the world is fucked up is because Adam just had to taste that sweet, sweet forbidden fruit of Eve. If that dumb ass would have held out Eve would have ate the forbidden banana instead and the world would be upside down. Women would work hard to get men, pay the checks, buy us drinks, but fuck no, that chump ass Adam had to assault that peach. That is the other problem, just like the serpent your woman is always listening to her friends instead of you, you know when she bust out with "well my friends think", knowing damn well her friends are a bunch of sluts just itching to whore themselves out to a chump that drives an Audi and wears boat shoes.

Another thing, women can move up and down the social ladder, it just depends on the socioeconomic status of the penis inserted in her jiz box. Men though; we are fucked, there ain't no Cinderella story for us I don't care how big that jimmy is or how pretty you are, bitches don't marry under their tax bracket. That is why there are so many bitter old bitches, cuz they marry for money and by the time they realize they fucked up, it’s too late to find love. I really hate generic bitches; you know the dime a dozen blonde high maintenance bitch that thinks I am going to buy her a drink in the bar, bitch pleez. I ain't buying you shit, you ain't anything special. No I ain't gay just not a chump. So when a bitch says the good men are either married or gay, she should really say that the men that don't want me are smart and I am just butt hurt cuz I am a stupid gold digging generic bitch. I just want to bust a nut in the hair of bitches like that. I was eating some Vienna sausage with hot sauce today, and later rubbed my eyes and that shit burned like a bitch.

Mad Max

So my doctor said I looked subdued and he was right I was really depressed from the Thanksgiving without a family. It went horrible, a long weekend with no one to be with. That is right Jr., it is the same Dr. that said there is no place in society for an entity such as myself. He prescribed me more booze, and that shit makes me anxious as a motherfucker. I said fuck it and drank some coffee too now I am all over the place scatterbrained and all. I am all crazy on stimulants both from coffee and my brain. I left my cellphone at home now I have to go way out in the country to get it before I leave for Riverside, Mexico womp womp negro. I saw a chupacabra crossing sign the last time I was in Riverside. I also saw mad colored people trying to live in a Mexican society. So I am a combination of anxious and depressed which can be common with people in my condition which supposedly only affects 1.5 to 2 million Americans which is a small percentage compared to the population. It is a major contributor to my divorce. I am not crazy just brain damaged. Yeah my doctor also told me that my behavior (he tells me I am not a habitual line crosser, but I LIVE on the other side of the line) is consistent with a person with frontal lobe damage. I wonder if that has anything to do with all the beatings I got as a little kid. I was only a little boy I can't help it I have brain damage. Now what am I suppose to do with no place in modern society for me, do I belong in the wild west, or in the Colosseum swinging a short sword? I believe that I was a soldier in many lives and was even eaten by lions in the Colosseum, thus my strong dislike of cats. Lions fucking ate me.

Wetbackistan

There was another earthquake last night, it was a 5.0 on the Ritcher scale. I thought the hovel was gonna come apart. Sure, I should move to L.A., they never have earthquakes there. Today was a lax day, I did very little at work even though I still need to be here for two more hours. I need to pack my shit because I am going out of town this weekend. I will be a good boy while I am gone. I use to like to drive fast when I had my five point ohs, yeah I had two of them. They were fast, I drove them alot. My friends all have sports cars and I drive a Volvo that is slow, well I did drive it, but the transmission broke on me. Fuck the Volvo in all its pimping glory. Fuck Mexico! I know it has been a while since I have been on a Wetbackistan kick, but them Mexicans (messins) are driving me crazy with their Spanish and their flour tortillas. Those bean powered motherfuckers are the reason my health care cost so much, them and the fact that everyone sues the doctors, so malpractice insurance premiums get passed on to the consumer-me. Assimilate or die motherfuckers, I shouldn't have to worry about pressing the English button at the ATM, speak English (ernglish) or you don't get any fucking money, wetback. A lot of folx think I am a racist, but since when was Mexican a race? Last I checked it was a nationality. Now negroid is a race of black people (buried word). This race usually enjoys a meal of tasty fried chicken just like I do because I am 1/8th black myself. I also like ham hox, and greens and all that other shit people probably shouldn't eat. How good could a fried chicken diet be? I was going to try a five dollar pizza diet, you know the five dollar pizza from little Caesar's. Anyway the thing is to eat a five dollar pizza everyday and that is all you eat. Not all at once but a piece or two every four hours. I wonder if anyone would actually lose weight or just get high blood pressure from all the sodium in the dough, pepperoni and cheese? Motherfuck it. I say I start a diet where you can kill all the kittens you want guilt free, then eat at the KFC buffet. How many calories do you think killing kittens burns? I say 100 calories an hour.

Real Cool Hand

I am talking about woman love, not man love, and definitely not that life changing Two Girls One Cup love. I feel as if I lack the capacity to love someone in the cliche manner. I have had women give me thier love, but I don't think it was unconditional. I have never loved anyone unconditionally, except Jesus. I am sure that I would be the last person to ask about love, besides Dennis. I can tell you I loved some people, but they died. Maybe I am one of those people that can't love because they are scared. Also the people that were suppose to love me and protect me where the ones beating me when I was just a little kid. What would Freud say? Probably my mommy didn't love me enough. She did just a little too late. I don't know what is going on and I am lost. Don't ask me about love. I can tell you all about angst and mania and all kinds of crazy shit. I love my kids, but how can I not, they are so little and cute. Don't ask me about love, I can tell you all about depression and suicidal ideation. Love is a weapon, I know weapons. Love is a deadly weapon, I have only been on the recieving end of a few times. Tell me where am I going wrong?

How I have Changed

My vacation was outstanding. Thanks to all you assholes who didn't show up to hunt, I had to drink all that booze myself and a darling little angel had to put up with me drunk. She is what made my vacation so grand, even though I spent my days and evenings sitting alone waiting for her, the nights with her were worth it. I had her at the tips of my fingers but I let her get away do to my vices. My worst vice is I am a flirt, and a little drinking ties with going to strip clubs. I grew up very distant from my mother and I was never popular with the ladies as a young man, that is until I earned the title. The Marine Corps help me find my confidence and made me more of a social being. So in order to replace the affection I didn't get from my mother I sought attention from women. I love to have the ladies' attention, and 99 percent of the time it is just talking to them and listening to them laugh. I love it when the turn their heads and I can smell their perfumed hair. I love women, which I think is a healthy thing in males, but I am a little too much of a flirt. If the right person would come my way I still wouldn't drop all my bad behavior. Not changing who I am, I will just flirt with that significant other, and maybe the occasional waitress or bank teller. Those gals are use to it. There is so much I can say about this certain gal, but if any of you are somewhat intelligent you can figure it out. My, what a vacation I had. Now I am depressed I am back in Arizona and I am lonely again and I believe I have lost the attention of this certain very special lady. Seek and I will find, love and I will lose. The story of my life.
I don't eat like I should, this bachelor lifestyle is getting to me. I am not very good at meeting new people, and frankly I think the majority of people are idiots. God hasn't graced me with being able to meet someone who is not totally shallow and stupid. Fucking Reality Television has some of the blame. Really which one of you dumb asses watches that shit? I just want to meet some new friends that get my humor and are local. Only people that are forced to be around me ever get to know me well enough to like me. My one friend suggested I tone it down until they get to know me, I might have to follow up on that suggestion. I guess I am not a likeable guy, I must be intimidating or something? I like me just fine, shouldn't everyone else? That is going to be my new years resolution, to make some friends when I get back from vacation. That is going to be equal to quitting smoking or losing weight to some of you that don't quite know me as well. Well fuck me, I hope I can make some new friends.
I am talking about woman love, not man love, and definitely not that life changing Two Girls One Cup love. I feel as if I lack the capacity to love someone in the cliche manner. I have had women give me their love, but I don't think it was unconditional. I have never loved anyone unconditionally, except Jesus. I am sure that I would be the last person to ask about love, besides Dennis. I can tell you I loved some people, but they died. Maybe I am one of those people that can't love because they are scared. Also the people that were suppose to love me and protect me where the ones beating me when I was just a little kid. What would Freud say? Probably my mommy didn't love me enough. She did, just a little too late. I don't know what is going on and I am lost. Don't ask me about love. I can tell you all about angst and mania and all kinds of crazy shit. I love my kids, but how can I not, they are so little and cute. Don't ask me about love, I can tell you all about XXXXXXX and XXXX XXXXXX. Love is a weapon, I know weapons. Love is a deadly weapon, I have only been on the receiving end of a few times. Tell me, where am I going wrong?

Memories

I have a friend that said I should do a blog about him sometimes, well he done fucked up now. I won't use any real names here to protect the person this story is about. Let's just call him XXX. Now see our friend XXX loves pussy, he can't help it he needs it whenever and however he can get it. They say when you join the Marine Corps they take away your standards and give them back after you get out, well XXX's got lost in supply. I will start with the least crude story first. XXX and my brother decided to go to Club Mercedes, yes that was its real name, and I stayed home for whatever reason with C-Dog to drink. Well at 2am XXX comes in with my brother, but they brought company. My brother had him a little Latina on his arm and she was cute. Well our boy XXX was another story he brought in a forty something Mexican woman that looked like, well do I need to go any further, at least she wasn't fat. You motherfuckers are familiar with taking one for the team right? Well our boy XXX never heard of this concept, to him it was just the thing to do. Well it turns out that this woman was the mother of my brother's conquest. My brother thought XXX was taking one for the team, but XXX had other plans. Boy our boy XXX. In another instance XXX was hunting Indians (Injuns) he liked them big and fat, and can these Indians here get big. Well somehow he got one of these big Indians to fit in a pigeon coop where he proceeded to fucker her. Who the fuck fucks a bitch in a pigeon coop. Now for one of my favorite stories. Our boy XXX likes the black women as well. We brought home one just for him, she was five feet tall in every direction she must have weighed about 300 pounds. Well our boy XXX was in my room with the door closed and I was wondering what he was up too. So me and Jr. decide to bust in real quick and see what was up. As soon as this door opened we see this big naked beast with them legs in the air but we saw no XXX, her side was turned toward us so we could not see between her legs. Just at that moment XXX popped his head out from between this beast's legs. It reminded me of the time I was driving down a country road in N.E. Texas with my then girlfriend Mary Jane and we came upon a dead raccoon laying on its side with its back toward us when I pulled up and flashed my headlights on it a possum popped its head out from where it was eating this dead raccoon. XXX was like this possum eating a disgusting animal. Motherfucker that is all I have to say about that.

Why Not Cat Tags

I have decided to pursue the answer to life's big mysteries. I will let the brainiacs figure out the meaning to life and what comes after. I am going to worry about important shit, like why blacks like fried chicken, and why hispanics are landscapers? I won't worry about who is responsible for 9/11-who cares. I will worry about what sport bigfoot likes to play. You know important shit. What the fuck is wrong with me, I still ain't right. I am impressed that I even have friends let alone women that are interested in me. I am just a plain everyday average Joe six pack trying to make my way in this busy world. I ain't even trying to get rich, just survive. I don't know if you guys know this but I live everyday wondering if I am going to smoke myself or not. Some days are good days, most days are good days. A few are not. I like to eat my steaks medium, beef is good shit, but deer meat is proof God loves us. Why do most of you read this shit if you do? I know some of you love me. I sit down to write this shit and I have no clue what is coming out. Motherfuck, I need to apologize about telling the world I ruined my wife by -deleted- of a bitch. My ex-wife really ain't that bad. I am sure I could have done worse. She was a little pretty and fat. Some people are just fat and that is it. I really don't go for fat chix but I don't say no either. In all honesty I really don't give a shit as long as I get some attention. Am I wrong, fuck it. I love women just not too many skinny ones. Like I said I am the real deal. Bigfoot would hang out with me, I even bet that motherfucker drinks the beast. I remember Kevin Cagle had the beast NASCAR, that is until Gina wrecked it-thanks girl, I used the engine and tranny to build my Grey Ghost. I use to be pretty good with my hands and I am still good with one hand...Haiku time bitches

Brown Shaft Wrapped Firmly
Snake Stroked Ever So Briskly
One Eyed Monster Spit

What the fuck is wrong with a nigger? I love you all. Tell me, What is wrong with me?