Gut Rumbles
 

June 16, 2003

wimmen

See? this is why i go outside and piss in the azeala bushes at a persnickety woman's house. The dog and I are happy out there in the grass. We can fart and I can smoke cigarettes. The dog likes the attention I give him.

I can drink wine from my sneaky-cooler instead of iced tea inside the house. Ain't nothing but a bunch of wimmen and pussy-whipped men in there anyway, with the wimmen admiring all the "don't touch" shit all over that house and the men too pussy-whipped to say anything about it. I don't want to be there.

Got-damn. Host the Carnival and give me an email address that wants a fucking password? I know what YOUR commode seat looks like.

I got your password. It's BITE ME!

Comments

What the hell are you ranting about now?

Posted by: shell on June 16, 2003 09:31 PM

Your link took me to a dead f*ing end, so you probably got another count, when i closed the window to get back to the main course.

Some of us wimmens have homes you can "live" in, without pissing on the flowers.

Leave this wimmen stereotype alone, I know more persnickety men, than wimmen.

LOL, I didn't know anyone but me, ever used the word persnickety, have we met in a previous language?

IF it bothers you that much, you could always go back, and track down your portable potty. Leave the fertilizing to Miracle-Gro.

Posted by: Sassy on June 16, 2003 09:42 PM

Damn - I followed your link and discovered yet another e-mail address my adventurous daughter gave herself!

(Shell, why does he need a reason to rant?!)

Posted by: barbara on June 17, 2003 06:01 AM

I can't tell you how many times I've used BITEME as a password over the years. Usually 'cause I'm pissed off at having to change my password.

Posted by: LittleA on June 17, 2003 08:35 AM
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