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Name: DOUGHBOY
Country: United States
State: MONKEYLAND
Birthday: 12/25/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: GOD ,beat up bullies, racists, or people who take advantage of other people in any way(that really makes my blood boil), hang out with the few friends I have, make new friends, hot girls, music, computers, MUSIC, help people in need, animals, Twinkies, M&M's, make people laugh, and no, I'm not Ronald McDonald but I like to make people smile.
Expertise: Monkeys , help people, beating up bullies, playing the Superhero, beating the crap out of any male human being who acts like a bitch with girls, respecting women, being as funny as hell, computers, uummm...I have no problem saying what I think about somebody or something. It's always straight to your face with the truth.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/16/2004
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hate everyone that likes plain cheese pizzas. Oooh.. don't like toppings on
your pizza, sissy boy? You don't want onions on your pizza because you don't
like the way they taste? If I ever have kids, they're NEVER going to eat plain
cheese pizzas. Ever. My kids aren't going to grow up thinking they can pick and
choose and be happy with what they eat, like all these other wuss kids.
A
good example is the movie Home Alone. I hate Macaulay Culkin (the little
jerk in the movie, I think he plays the part of Kevin). During the first part
of the movie, his generous parents are ordering pizza, and they ask him what he
wants on his order. He orders a cheese-only pizza. What kind of asshole orders
only cheese on his pizza? Who does he think he is? Mr. Big Shot wants a cheese
pizza.. pardon me your majesty, but is there anything else you'd like? A hotdog
without ketchup, or some skim milk perhaps? How about nothing, you spoiled
little brat? Does nothing sound good enough for you? Or are you going to bitch
about it? That pale little shit. Laughing as he eats his cheese pizza.
Laughing. Happy. Warm. But no.. it's not enough for him. He has to bitch and
moan about having his pizza eaten by some other idiot.
Left with the option to eat some normal pizza
(the kind with toppings other than pepperoni) and the option to cry about
having his sick-ass pizza eaten, he picks the latter and gets sent to the attic
like the spoiled little shit he is (and even the attic is too much. I'd throw
the little shit outside in the cold until he learns his lesson. He might have
to pay a fee and get his legs amputated to cross the bridge of hypothermia,
guarded by my pal jack frost. give him hell frosty. good, I say. It'll build
him some character. maybe then he'll lose his pale yellow hue, like he's sick
all the time. oooh.. the sissy mary is sick. everyone drop what they're doing
to help the sissy mary because he's dying. there's nothing I hate more, well..
i'm sure there's something, but I really hated those kids in school that had
some disease, or life threatening excuse to skip school. Why? I never skipped
school. Not one day. In high school, I skipped gym a few times because gym
blew. But other than that, I'm clean. And what compensation do I get for going
to school every time? A satisfactory citizenship grade. Satisfactory?!
What the hell? I bust my ass everyday in school, do what I'm told, and I only
get some bullshit "S" on my report card? To hell with them, I give me
an "A" for "Actually trying to go to school everyday and doing
my assignments to the best of my ability only to have that stupid whore Mrs
Bitch-whose-name-rhymes-with-cunt give me an F on my buisiness procedures
assignment, that stupid hag, I hope she dies". Mrs Gary was an evil bitch
straight from the bowels of hell, more commonly known as Disney Land. I hated
Mrs Cunt, almost as much as I hated Mrs Dick, one of the upper echelon nazis in
my school. I hated my high school. If it burned to the ground this very second,
good. Bunch of damned jerks, they were to me. That's okay.. I didn't turn out
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| I'll update something soon. Quit bitching.
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Check this out. It's about my band:
http://www.purevolume.com/impedance
You can hear one of our songs. We are very proud of that song because it's our master piece. Just click on the link.
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| Man, what can I say? My experiment worked just as I planned. We've been
studying "anger" in psychology class for the last couple of weeks, and
we had to come up with an idea for a project. As you can see, in the
entry bellow this one, I used my Xanga to help me. The good thing is
that I got an "A" on the project. The bad thing is that now three dudes
hate me deeply. Sorry dudes.
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| This entry will probably contain a lot of bullshit hate comments from
people who will hate me. If you don't want to get offended, don't post
or read any of these comments. All of them are against me and contain a
lot of bad words.
One thing is true though, none of those people would dare to say
anything of what they will post here if I were in front of them.
Pot heads piss me off.
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