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March 17, 2005
FUCK FRANCINE!!:
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is a gaywad.
pure love is on the way...
MissMariaRules: so if i am reading your blog
MissMariaRules: i can say what i want
MissMariaRules: if you want to know my thoughts
MissMariaRules: and you asked
merkleymerkley: no
MissMariaRules: no
merkleymerkley: you have to say things exactly the way i have them scripted in my head
merkleymerkley: i say
merkleymerkley: what did you think about my article
merkleymerkley: you say
merkleymerkley: holy shit that was brutal
merkleymerkley: she must have really pissed you off or hurt your feelings
merkleymerkley: then i say
merkleymerkley: holy crap it almost made me cry
merkleymerkley: and you say
merkleymerkley: oh i know how you feel
merkleymerkley: that totally sucks
merkleymerkley: then i say
merkleymerkley: do you think i was too brutal?
merkleymerkley: and then you say
merkleymerkley: i dont know what do you think
merkleymerkley: and i say
merkleymerkley: i'm sot sure
merkleymerkley: i'm a little uncomfortable
merkleymerkley: i dont like it when anyone misunderstands me
merkleymerkley: or thinks that i am a bad person
merkleymerkley: i really am nothing but love
merkleymerkley: which is why i got so angry
merkleymerkley: then you say
merkleymerkley: well == did it work?
merkleymerkley: and i say
merkleymerkley: i still feel like shit
merkleymerkley: well what do you think could make you feel better?
merkleymerkley: i wish i could talk to that woman face to face
merkleymerkley: i'm sure i could resolve it over a beer
merkleymerkley: i'm not a bad person
merkleymerkley: you say, oh i know that
merkleymerkley: anybody who doesn't know that is just stupid
merkleymerkley: and i say thanks
merkleymerkley: you helped me a lot
merkleymerkley: now wasnt that easy?
MissMariaRules: yup
pure love is on the way...
MissMariaRules: so if i am reading your blog
MissMariaRules: i can say what i want
MissMariaRules: if you want to know my thoughts
MissMariaRules: and you asked
merkleymerkley: no
MissMariaRules: no
merkleymerkley: you have to say things exactly the way i have them scripted in my head
merkleymerkley: i say
merkleymerkley: what did you think about my article
merkleymerkley: you say
merkleymerkley: holy shit that was brutal
merkleymerkley: she must have really pissed you off or hurt your feelings
merkleymerkley: then i say
merkleymerkley: holy crap it almost made me cry
merkleymerkley: and you say
merkleymerkley: oh i know how you feel
merkleymerkley: that totally sucks
merkleymerkley: then i say
merkleymerkley: do you think i was too brutal?
merkleymerkley: and then you say
merkleymerkley: i dont know what do you think
merkleymerkley: and i say
merkleymerkley: i'm sot sure
merkleymerkley: i'm a little uncomfortable
merkleymerkley: i dont like it when anyone misunderstands me
merkleymerkley: or thinks that i am a bad person
merkleymerkley: i really am nothing but love
merkleymerkley: which is why i got so angry
merkleymerkley: then you say
merkleymerkley: well == did it work?
merkleymerkley: and i say
merkleymerkley: i still feel like shit
merkleymerkley: well what do you think could make you feel better?
merkleymerkley: i wish i could talk to that woman face to face
merkleymerkley: i'm sure i could resolve it over a beer
merkleymerkley: i'm not a bad person
merkleymerkley: you say, oh i know that
merkleymerkley: anybody who doesn't know that is just stupid
merkleymerkley: and i say thanks
merkleymerkley: you helped me a lot
merkleymerkley: now wasnt that easy?
MissMariaRules: yup
Duane is a gaywad.
merkley--you're so sensitive, i think it's beautiful and i think you're at least 80% gay. proud of you man.
merkley--you're so sensitive, i think it's beautiful and i think you're at least 80% gay. proud of you man.
funkybiznatch is a gaywad.
as duane so cleverly pointed out you are 80% gay, which incidently is why i like you so much. gay dudes are so much cooler that regular straight jack asses
as duane so cleverly pointed out you are 80% gay, which incidently is why i like you so much. gay dudes are so much cooler that regular straight jack asses
duane is a gaywad.
this morning had two funny thoughts:
1. driving my oldest daughter to school and she says "sometimes i want to be like other people..." and the first thing i wanted to say was something fatherly like "hell, why would you want to do that--you are the best you there has ever been...". then she asked "don't you ever want to be like any one else?" then a friend of mine came to mind and i said "sure, there are bits and pieces of my close friends that i enjoy and sometimes i want to do some things more like them. you know, merkley, he tends to say what's on his mind. sometimes it's offensive but usually it's very nice--things you'd like to hear that most people won't just come out and say." she said, "oh yeah, merkley, he's so funny, he's a cool guy i love his button maker..." and i said "yeah, i really like him to.
2. after dropping of my daughter i pulled into the filling station, got a drink and started on my way to work, steering with my knees, one hand holding my drink the other holding a new bukowski book open against the wheel. page 110 of septuagenarian stew, the great slob...
- - -
i was always a natural slob
i liked to lay upon the bed
in undershirt (stained, of
course) (and with cigarette
holes)
shoes off
beerbottle in hand
trying to shake off a
difficult night, say with a
woman still around
walking the floor
complaining about this and
that,
and i'd work up a
belch and say, "hey, you don't
like it? then get your ass
out of here!"
i really loved myself, i
really loved my slob-
self, and
they seemed to also:
always leaving
but almost
always
coming
back.
- - -
so
slob or not
i'll keep coming back
always have, always will.
duane
ps: yeah, yeah, yeah, i'm sentimental and soft sometimes--i'm suppost to be--i'm a father of four girls--but don't go getting you dirty boxers in a buddle--i'm not gay and after you--you still have to rely on all of your little lady friends (oh, and quinn) to attend to your freckle-ridden-hairy-thirty-something-flesh.
this morning had two funny thoughts:
1. driving my oldest daughter to school and she says "sometimes i want to be like other people..." and the first thing i wanted to say was something fatherly like "hell, why would you want to do that--you are the best you there has ever been...". then she asked "don't you ever want to be like any one else?" then a friend of mine came to mind and i said "sure, there are bits and pieces of my close friends that i enjoy and sometimes i want to do some things more like them. you know, merkley, he tends to say what's on his mind. sometimes it's offensive but usually it's very nice--things you'd like to hear that most people won't just come out and say." she said, "oh yeah, merkley, he's so funny, he's a cool guy i love his button maker..." and i said "yeah, i really like him to.
2. after dropping of my daughter i pulled into the filling station, got a drink and started on my way to work, steering with my knees, one hand holding my drink the other holding a new bukowski book open against the wheel. page 110 of septuagenarian stew, the great slob...
- - -
i was always a natural slob
i liked to lay upon the bed
in undershirt (stained, of
course) (and with cigarette
holes)
shoes off
beerbottle in hand
trying to shake off a
difficult night, say with a
woman still around
walking the floor
complaining about this and
that,
and i'd work up a
belch and say, "hey, you don't
like it? then get your ass
out of here!"
i really loved myself, i
really loved my slob-
self, and
they seemed to also:
always leaving
but almost
always
coming
back.
- - -
so
slob or not
i'll keep coming back
always have, always will.
duane
ps: yeah, yeah, yeah, i'm sentimental and soft sometimes--i'm suppost to be--i'm a father of four girls--but don't go getting you dirty boxers in a buddle--i'm not gay and after you--you still have to rely on all of your little lady friends (oh, and quinn) to attend to your freckle-ridden-hairy-thirty-something-flesh.
merkley??? is a gaywad.
Last night i dreamed that my freckles were gigantic and various shades of tattoo ink colors. like countires on a Risk board game.
I am not very hairy. In fact I have almost no hair on the lower half of my legs. I remember my grandfather had no hair on his legs. I used to have it. I think it just goes away in my gene pool.
Last night i dreamed that my freckles were gigantic and various shades of tattoo ink colors. like countires on a Risk board game.
I am not very hairy. In fact I have almost no hair on the lower half of my legs. I remember my grandfather had no hair on his legs. I used to have it. I think it just goes away in my gene pool.
Szugye is a gaywad.
I like hate. Actually, I love hate. Hate gives me a big boner. And, I also love that you're starting to put hot chicks on your site. Note: That Duane guy didn't follow your rules. I almost fell asleep from reading his "maria g said..." It interrupted me from watching Three's Company.
Great Art:http://www.szugye.com
I like hate. Actually, I love hate. Hate gives me a big boner. And, I also love that you're starting to put hot chicks on your site. Note: That Duane guy didn't follow your rules. I almost fell asleep from reading his "maria g said..." It interrupted me from watching Three's Company.
Great Art:http://www.szugye.com
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