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Post by gabster3 on Apr 12, 2010 1:20:16 GMT -6
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Most people think, "Life sucks, and then you die." I disagree. I think life sucks. Then you get cancer. Then you go into chemotherapy. You lose all your hair, you feel bad about yourself. Then all of the sudden the cancer goes into remission, and then all of the sudden you have a stroke. You can't move your right side. And then, maybe, you die.
Happiness comes in small doses folks. It's a cigarette butt, or a chocolate chip cookie or a five second orgasm. You come, you smoke the butt you eat the cookie you go to sleep wake up and go back to fucking work the next morning, THAT'S IT! End of fucking list!
--- Denis Leary
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Post by gabster3 on Apr 12, 2010 1:25:46 GMT -6
A-HOLE!
[DECEMBER 26TH 2006]
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i fucking hate christmas.
no. seriously. you know how sometimes people are completely fucktarded, say they hate something, and then go around celebrating it and wearing the ugly fucking hats? not the case. and you know those people who have spontaneous holiday miracles so they can fucking conform to all of the delights of consumerism and give christmas the fuck back after ~their heart grows three sizes~? no. christmas is fucking retarded. it's not heart warming, it doesn't bring hope- it's about fucking bullshitting people from their childhood on with not only one imaginary figure, but two. apparently there's a bearded guy out there watching your every move for whether you've been 'naughty' or not. if that's not driving hundreds of children every year into the lap of a pleased and bearded pedophile, i don't fucking know what is. and then when they get old enough, you pull out the 'o lol we were lying, he isn't real' to poor billy who's been going to the mall and sitting on a strange man's sometimes suddenly hard and pointy lap to whisper in his ear about what he wants. great plan, guys! almost as genius as the giant fucking rabbit from every sane kid's nightmares.
not just santa, though. this one's a fucking double threat. you get santa and then you get the entire load of jesus and god and the virgin slut. if god was seriously existing and this delightful and loving creature- not the complete and total vengeful asshole that the bible actually makes him out to be, but everyone's altered enough to make it seem like a better afterlife- would your lives seriously fucking suck as badly as they do? if someone out there is all powerful and loves you with the passion that certain greasy scenesters love escape routes from the shower, don't you think he'd bother to give a flying fuck that you were living drunk out of a cardboard box or that your little cousin janet has spent a majority of her life drooling on her mom's leg and licking every window and doorknob she sees? yeah, bullshit. you live, you die, you rot, get the fuck over it. there's no zombie miracle in the making for when you get strung up on a cross and ~die for your sins. you're going to get cancer, you're going to get fucking shot, you're going to crash your car into twelve others while you're tripping out on some shit, and that's going to be the end of it. there's no fucking divine paradise for you because you gave presents to ungrateful asshole children at a certain time of year and stuffed your fat fucking face. and there's not going to be an eternal burning with pineapples shoved up your ass daily if you don't.
i fucking hate christmas.
i also fucking hate greasy fucking scenesters.
and fucking blondes.
and those creepy fucking albino people.
and fuzzy fucking crocs. if you own a pair, please walk in traffic. you're going to die alone anyways. you probably own a fucking snuggie.
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