| Jesus. I think his last name was actually Joseph. |
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| Back when my ideas where hippity freshity fresh fresh like the freshest dog-of-them-all, I was king of this place. Yep, the ol' town jester. Now, I don't have a reason to use this junk and will continue to tell you this, only rewording myself constantly, until Xanga shuts down and is no longer running.
Reasons why I thought Xanga was cool. Six years ago:
- I paid for a lifetime account. Yeah, that's what I said.
- All my old ideas are here.
- My reviews.
- My old review site Regulators TNG or that dumb shit TheGuerrillas.
- Niggervagina
- Taskoftheday
- Anti_Propper
- Retro_Playback
- Jack_the_Sack
- eat_stuff_you_shouldnt
- RegulatorsReincarnated
So if you're up to that level in stupidity then I applaud you. Otherwise, get out of here.
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| sup niggas i got this shit on lock down like when i run yo bitch ass babies mom to the store for my milk and cookies i stomp niggas like cavemen stomp rocks and like chris brown stomps bitches faces qwat now? xanga what! run yo goddamn tray bitch or take this meat up the motha fuckin ass God, this site is terrible. I wish I would have never created it. |
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| I have absolutely ruined my life. Along with my pants (literally, they look like swiss cheese). In a year, I'll be in the military. Like it or not, unfortunately for you, I'll be defending this soil in which we live on. With or without her (I'm sure she dislikes me a little), it's my horrible destiny. Keep your head down kiddies, I'm going to be firing a gun.
Anywho, I feel drained as of late. No ideas. Except for the one where I lick my brown stains on my underwears to feed my horrible fetish at night. But I'll save that for another time where I don't feel like those very stains. Brown and surrounded by a horrible smell.
Bye for now.
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| That is because she only says BAD things about me on her Xanga.com/Internet site in poetic form, kind of like an artsy douche.
I have a rash on my stomach. The scabs are forming and I am thinking about picking them. My sister today flung a scab from her scalp into my cereal. I was eating Frosted Flakes. Maybe she should keep her gross frosted scalp flakes away from my dinner.
I've been thinking lately about how annoying little kids are. I would really like to stab them all in the faces with a fork. Preferably a fork at the end of my penis, so I can "fork" them in more ways than one.
I lead a very dull, uninterested life. Except for all the run-ins with the police and my horrible drinking problem.
I wish my feet didn't smell so bad. I once wore my shoes to work without socks on and somebody asked: "It smells like a sewer pipe broke in here".
I once stuck a Q-Tip in my ass and smelt the tip. Am I banned yet? Xanga is very boring to me. I'm glad all my stupid ideas are used up. My life is more exciting than this shit.
Time to hit the old dusty trail. What's that Benedryl shit I put on there?
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