LilBabyPissmouth
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- Total Things Swarmed: 114
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- Last 10 Things Swarmed
- .: Joe McCain Calls 911 To Complain About Sitting In Traffic
- .: Loch Ness Monster Aficionados Say New Video Among The Finest...
- .: Bush Calls For Action To Reduce Greenhouse Gases
- .: New Creationist Museum Buys Cyclops Kitty; Wants More Freaks
- .: Some Fun Fellas...
- .: One Mean Ass Clown
- .: Marf's Old. Git Er.
- .: Does America Owe New Orleans?
- .: We Need A Formal Investigation...
- .: Photochop LordKahuna/Elvis On His Day Of Birth
- Last 10 Comments
- .: Stool, you are fukin+
- .: happy day to you,+
- .: I can't wait to+
- .: REALLY GOOD recipe+
- .: My piece called+
- .: miss you, chex.
- .: dent: Ask, and you+
- .: haha, WTF...I liked+
- .: where I eat lunch+
- .: Mutha Fukin HAMZ!!!!+
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: So, yeah, I was choked once…
I found myself chatting with a hot piece at a bar one night, and was impressed that he could keep up a conversation after so many shots of tequila...plus, I've always been a sucker for a pretty face...so we go back to his place for some fun in the gutter.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: The Degradation Chronicles - Picture this:
The local dive...a 'college- kid, underaged, meepfaced, meep-em-if-you-can, sweet little hole in the ground. Sticky floors and unwiped tables are the M.O.; it could have been cool if not for all the frat boys and LOUD...I mean the kind of loud that almost makes you sick as your heart is forced to beat to the music...rave meeping heaven. At 5'2 and 18, a great little slice of pie, but over 5' 9, you have to stoop constantly and worry about knocking your head on the overhead pipes...not to mention the meep that falls down into your eyes and mouth at such a disturbance; a lovely medley of unrecognizable filth from the last 20 years. Beggars not be choosers, so said; they had $2 dollar pitchers and never checked ID.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: meep in the ER...How Romantic!
I am sick. Really sick and seem to be moving closer to death on an hourly basis. It has been five days already and finally I heed the advice of numerous concerned souls, especially that of my lover adamantly rejecting the discovery of my dead body cuddled lovingly next to him in the morning: I go to the emergency room. He thinks I may have appendicitis and since I have never had any serious afflictions, diseases, or surgery save for the occasional stitch, I am petrified.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: Car Wrecks and Blistex... almost
We have these Brits visiting for some sort of training at work; somehow I get roped into picking them up at their hotel, and driving them back to the office. Problems I have with this: it's 8:30am in the morning, I am nursing a slight hangover from the previous night, and lack of sleep has made me slightly diluted in the skull. I fail a feeble attempt to weasel out of this assignment, and begrudgingly accept the keys of my co-worker's minivan(!!) to retrieve them.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: Vas masters surgery...ON ME!
Vas and I are in a doctor's office, and we are watching an infomercial on implanting a new type of birth control device. He says, "Hey, I could do that!" and I say, "Okaaay...do it."
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: Dr^3 comes to Sewercuse PTII
So yeah, the second night out. I know this took a loooong meeping time, but I'm a lazy meep.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: Are we Reinstating the Draft?
My mama called me the other morning, crying and choking about the President's
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: How I Reaped Revenge in Perfect Hot Pink Puke-Dedicated to Relli
Once upon a time, I was deceived by a boy, in one of those ways young nave lasses can be wronged by gentlemen with empty promises and slick tongues. One sublime night, I vicariously reaped revenge in perfect hot pink puke...
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: The Degradation Chronicles II - Pathetic
I make circles in a ring of beer left on the aged and gouged table. I feel with my fingertips a sad record of countless people digging their hearts into something semi-permanent; feelings that sand paper and shellac can't touch...-I did her in the meepter with my one-eyed critter-...-Jackie Taylor is a meep meep-...-Connie loves Jim forever-...-I was here in 92-...Sad pronunciations that make me want to say something to someone in etchings of wood, only I don't have a knife to scratch and I don't have much to say. The world moves around me like some merry-go-round in an old B horror film, fast and out of tune; I can't keep up...so, with true Irish glory, I decide to order three shots and another beer from a nervous waitress. Unfortunately, she is NOT on my wavelength (and I suspect not even on the planet)...I try a stare down, send out groping tendrils of need, plump up my aura of thirst to encompass everyone in the joint, all to no avail. Finally, I just grab her arm as she flits by; she's been waiting on every meep in the joint in this jerky, puppet-like manner and ignoring the paying vaginas. I can't tell if she's trying to get a piece in some awkward, mime-like fashion or if she's just inept and deathly afraid of men (a.k.a. serve-daddy-first mentality); either way, I want my drinks.
LilBabyPissmouth's journal: I have a question...
It's funny (in a sad, forlorn way) to remember when you were younger, when you believed in knights in shining armor...long sleek, curling, black hair with capacious chests that swept you away, perfect, as you devoured your mother's stolen romance novels, and to now know the face of love with all its strings and motivations and jealousies and repercussions. You slowly realize unspoken rules through the day in and day out, a wearing away of what was once thought solid in the young mind, of a mundane love...that you have put in place, sadly. It is never as pretty as the worst fairy tale wrapped up in pretty paper, delivered to your front door, only for you.
Collect 'em, trade 'em, put 'em on your website
Was hoping it was a little more 'what even smart people tend not to know' but, hey, free creationist pain? Sure.
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American Teacher In Japan (Awesome)
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Enjoi!
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E=MC^2
For Folks Who Can't Seem To Spell A Fuking Thing Correctly
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Ryan and Dave are the most unique identical twins you'll ever meet. After tiring of piercing, tattoos, and implants about three years ago, they began exploring much heavier surgical modifications.
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