Well, Fuck You Too

by B.J. on 10/24/2007 09:19:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Today, I went to the park to play my round of football/basketball. Football/basketball a game where someone tries to kick a soccer ball into the basketball hoop.

This fuckhead couple comes in while I'm clearly playing and using the hoop. They decide to play a game. Now, I don't mind shooting around, while I'm shooting around, but where's your courtesy? Can you wait? I had to wait, why can't you?

Oh is it because I look like a quiet guy, I'm not going to say anything.

Well, I just proved you right.

I hate being a pushover. I so badly wanted to Ong bak that motherfucker with chop sticks and rape the grass off his stupid bitch. Noting that USC sweatshirt this asshole had on, I really wanted to say to them things like "what the dorm room wasn't good enough for you two?" These are the times that I wish I had steel spikes at the bottom of my shoes. It would serve the purpose of eliminating unnecessary additions to our gene pool.

So to express my anger, I was trying to let it out in various ways.

First way, I kicked the soccer ball as hard as I can against the trash can. 3 times.

First time, I missed the goddamn ball and hit it awkwardly. I still had to chase it. Second time, perfect hit, but could've been harder. Third time, I missed the trash can and it sailed to that stupid fucking couple.

Then I decided to kick the steel trash can.

It made a booming noise, and those fuckheads took notice. I felt it.

I wanted to do it again!

I wanted to smash it, desensitize my leg, and smash the can like a Yaya Toure or Didier Drogba kick with the Tony Jaa smoothness and fluidity.

I decided that after I made my last kick shot, I would kick the trash can again. After all, this would assert my presence on the court and show them that shouldn't have fucked with a crazy person.

So I made the shot.

Crazy person indeed. The kind that belongs in a halfway house.

My big toe took up the brunt of the pain. I thought to myself, "so is this what broken toes feel like?" I didn't kick it with the laces.

I couldn't kick the soccer ball again if I wanted to.

I really hate people.

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by B.J. on 12/14/2005 07:59:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Post about Blunt Violence

I don't want to be a decent person and accepted by society, I want to terrorize your dumb ass.

I hate getting pushed around by everyone, especially 45-year old 6 foot white guys with gray child pornography mustaches who think I don't know how to play basketball and old men who tell me they're reserving a parking space on a residential street.

I wish I could take the end of a rifle and bash that old guy's head in till his head's on parallel with the rest of his shoulders. He would just be a walking body but enough so his eyes could see. Least he could still see where he's walking, but he couldn't eat or talk unless he was getting injected and had a voicebox.

I wouldn't do anything to that 45-year old 6 foot greying mustached white guy except toss his kiddie-lovin' ass in with the sodomites of Rikers and watch his skinny skeleton ass get tossed and buried alive.

People just make me mad.

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by B.J. on 11/15/2005 05:59:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

When in Disagreement

Sometimes I just want to say out loud: if you're not in, then get the fuck out, we don't need you. And if you just want to stay on and don't run, then I'll kick you the fuck out.

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by B.J. on 6/12/2005 09:09:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Research: I've Got Something for You

And it comes in the package of a five points rolling up into one and knocking you the hell out. If research were a person, like some asshole with some asshole face, that's what I'd do.

I really hate research where people (academics) will dictate to you what you need to be looking for either by puting a grade on your shit or whatever. Guided research. That's what I hate. It's making me hate research as a whole.

I feel like I always have the answers floating around somewhere in my head anyway if you think hard about it, like a psychic or one of thaym Injin medicine folks (say in Southeastern United States drawl), and if I throw those answers out, there will always be an equilibria of dissenters and non-dissenters. Most people according to their temperaments and politics will run with whatever answer they like, so research seems so f-ing useless.

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by B.J. on 5/30/2005 10:25:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

#2

The second choice people choose to hang out with only because their first choices all said no.

The secondary friend who asked you to be his friend on a friend connecting website when you're not really expecting it.

The B-student

In other news, Chas Jankel's song from the movie True Genius starring Val Kilmer is my favorite song ! Bitch !

OK. . .got 2 hours to do 4 pages of work but infinite amounts of cowdung.

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by B.J. on 3/22/2005 08:49:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

(Untitled)

"And if I did have a choice I'd never want to live forever. Just let me have a voice so I can make my points. I can't imagine running a race with no finish line. Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time. I love giving but I'm bad at receiving. The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding. But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work. Cautious and aware, 'cause I'm afraid of being hurt. Which brings me to the issue - And that would be this: How often must I ask myself why I exist? I feel like a freak, this world is a circus. Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose." - Slug

I'm in a working-class-in-the-army-pissed-off-don't-shine-your-light mood.

That tends to happen when you feel like you're getting pushed around by finals and otherwise rather than when you're doing the pushing. But alas I will recover.

But before I recover, I just want to say that this Filipino-American'll slice and lace ya'll, just so it sounds like my time being antisocial and annoyed won't go to waste.

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by B.J. on 2/11/2005 12:41:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Tests, Papers,. . .Grades

I get pretty annoyed anytime anyone mentions grades to me. Mentioning them increases my intensity of pissed-offness at TA's and other stupid bitches in my class.

Grades on tests/papers especially in these history/anthro classes are someone else's subjective evaluation of what I have learned. Tests are what the professor may think is important but maybe isn't for you, and essays are graded based on what the TA thinks is important.

Fuck that subjectivism and stupid ass, unnecessarily critical TAs. Shake it like a saltshaker.

What rubs this wound worse is that the only time anyone in class wants to talk to me is usually after a test. They use my "uhhh. . ." reactions to see if they can gauge how they did and assure themselves that they got theirs.

Here's the usual flow of conversation:

Person: Soo, how'd you do on your test ?
Me: Uhhh, I don't know, it's up in the air. How 'bout you ?
Person: I think I did well, actually.
[The conversation should end here, but alas, keep reading]
Me: Oh that's great. (Looking to end conversation right here)
Person: You know what's funny, I only studied for 2 minutes.
Me: Ohhhh. . .(Nodding in that awkward reaction)
Person: It's so funny cause in my Astrophysics 105 class I did the same thing and my friends who have been studying for centuries didn't have a great look in their faces [implying "the look" I probably had] when they came out of that. Hee hee !
Me: (Completely forced) Oh yeah, ha, ha.

No, actually I don't find it funny at all and I don't think people like you are headed for anything great. Congratulations, nice to know you're just another elitist douche bag among the sea of [or actually hierarchy of] elitist douche bags who won't ever really do anything that great other than be pissed off by the better elitist douche bags that they are all actually on par with.

For me, tests, especially ones that deal with identification of something with particular names and dates --- the root of all evil --- it's just a marker of how much data you can bank in your heads, at one point in time, one place in time one administered by a single professor in a single course in a wide department of a wider discipline of a gigantic sea of knowledge. I hate tests.

I'm in this stage where I feel like I'm going through the motions of dealing with assigned tests and papers because I see a bigger picture of finding truths and realities, not facts and trivialities. I probably need better grades if I want to sniff anywhere near a Ph.D. or even just to get out with my goddamn B.A. but I also think that if it's meant to be, it'll happen. I believe I can make things happen, maybe not necessarily through strong grades but through other stuff outside of schooling.

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by B.J. on 2/06/2005 07:30:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

I Hate the Patriots

Very fitting that they have been the Super Bowl winners of the past 3 of the past 4 years. Fuck I hate them now with a passion. It's like, you've had your fun, and you were a great symbol especially after 9/11, but it's getting old and we need new champions.

But the Eagles were wack anyway. Horrible clock management especially during the last drive when they had about minute left and they did not stop the clock with an incomplete pass --- that kind of disregard for time just killed this team. What's even worse is that according to Ron Jaworski, Matt Ware, (former Loyola Cub and UCLA Bruin representing wahhhhhhhhh !!!), got exploited heavily. I didn't know even notice Matt was in the game.

Man, all the teams I root for, suck.

The one positive thing about this game is that at least Deion Branch and not Tom Brady (he always gets the credit) won Super Bowl MVP for his 11 receptions and 100+ yards. But that probably won't stop reporters from getting the ultimate and last opinions from him because only white people can be leaders and have the most credible voices.

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by B.J. on 10/30/2004 10:49:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

The Dude Who Cut Me in Line at Jack in the Box

I lost my temper. I fucking bitch-chris cold knocked him in the face and broke his jaw like a 5'8 Ricky Manning Jr. (former UCLA football player) did to an asshole 6'4 security guard. At least that's how I remember it.

Of course, however, I would be in jail if I actually did that. But it would've been nice. All that action --- just for cutting in line ?! WTF.

I know, I know. I know how endlessly stupid that sounds, but it makes sense.

It would've also been nice if this situation did not ever happen, if he just let me take my goddamn order. After all, I had the foresight to actually sort of stand in the shorter line and wait for someone to order, but then seeing that the person in my line finished ordering before his did, he cut me off.

However, it isn't so much him cutting me off in line as much as it is him reminding me of my social status and how de-valued I am in just this everyday situation.

If he didn't cut me off in line, I wouldn't have been reminded that I am: short, Filipino, nerdy-looking, and/or immature. On top of that he was just a regular white dude, working for Bud Light, doing some kind of man's job. I am 20 years old, but I would not be considered a man at all like he would be, just by looks.

How does it get to an issue of all these externalities ?

Well, would that have happened to a regular-sized white or black male ?

I doubt it. If you are one of those things that I am likely to be identified with, you know you constantly have to prove yourself and wake people up to your point of view. Breaking that asshead's face would do more than wake him up. If I could re-do that scene, I would punch him in the face multiple times like in Mystic River when Brandon smashes this kid's face till the kid looks like he got beaten with an Oakland-style baseball/beatdown bat. And all he would say mad trying to shout but meekly like that 15-year old boy with his voice shrieking and shaking "he fucking punched (hyphenated high voice on the "punch") me ! " Boohoo, mothafucka.

It's assheads like him that enable me to understand firsthand the mindset of a "terrorist."

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by B.J. on 10/19/2004 08:09:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Letters to People Who Have Annoyed Me

I don't yell in public. I don't even say much. But online it's much different. Playing field's even. And my words could be just as powerful and intimidating as a 6 foot 200 lb bald black dude instead of the 5 foot 7, 145 lb Asian kid who looks like he's barely eclipsed puberty.

1) To the asshole white mom of some dumb bitch while I was at UCLA Summer School

Fucking spoiled ass white slutty ass mom wearing the clothes intended for 16 year olds. Why didn't you fuckin' wait one more second and I could've told you where the fuck Kerckhoff Hall was ya freak bitch ? Just cause I didn't know the answer at the top of my head to cater to your hot red BMW-mansion with security tighter than your breast implants lifestyle, doesn't mean I didn't know it. But I guess you know all about being quick though, right. You're a fuckin' animal --- the goat. I hope your salad gets tossed and smoked like Snoop Dogg's weed.

2) To the dumbass white guy staring and shaking his head at me like I don't know how to drive while we were driving under the 2 freeway on Chevy Chase.

What are you shaking your head for ? You wobbly wobbly drop drop something like its hot ? Or are you shaking it like a saltshaker ? Was it because you lost another game of scrabble at the Winchell's ?

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by B.J. on 10/03/2004 08:45:00 PM 2 comments Print this post

Random People I Want to Get Revenge Against Post

1. Arturo who works at Best Buy in who not only sold me the most horrible laptop ever that is breaking down after only a year, but also lead me to believe that I could combine a 130 dollar tv box and that laptop.

I know it's partly my fault, I should've done my homework, but when you get a laptop, you at least expect it to stay on the whole time. You don't expect it to randomly turn off. . .2 months into having it. Maybe I have a virus or something.

Whatever it's fun to pretend he's an asshole and take out my anger on this guy. Now on to how I'd revenge against him.

Some dude would hang him up by his Best Buy shirt like he was a bully or the robbers in Home Alone 1 and 2 and someone would poke him with a stick 35 out of 36 hours a day. I know there's only 24, but having the EMachines shit, you need an extra 12, therefore there needs to be an extra twelve, and one hour for the permanent poker to have a rest.

Then some random person would dance around in "tribal" clothing demonically chanting "Tu-tu-ro-tu-tu-ro, it's funky boys."

2. This spiky haired, maybe with a mustache Filipino kid who worked for Mann Theaters circa 1995 and ripped me off for a drink. I wanted a small drink. He saw that I some little 10-11 year old kid was holding 2 dollars and charged me 2 dollars. He gave me the drink and looked like he was about to laugh shaking the little drink a little. I paid, but as soon as I left, I noticed that the drink was actually only a dollar. I wasn't going to protest that, I was a little kid.

That fuckface deserves a straight punch by me in the face with brass knuckles.

3. The bum who scared me at the then-Lucky's-now-Albertson's in Glendale when I was in 6th-7th grade. I was just sitting there standing in line and the bum scared me. I felt like such a little kid that day.

Whack with a broom, I guess. Many times. For batting practice. Maybe this is one reason why I was initially a Republican.

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by B.J. on 7/21/2004 02:36:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Me, Me Again:  More Science/Math Kicking Me in the Ass

[begin vent]

What the fuck, I studied, I knew AND understood just about everything for LS 1.  I even got a near perfect score on the essays (well except for one part).  But then I get a D ?  Did I mess up on the scantron ?  WHAT THE FUCK WENT WRONG ?!

Let me delve into ultimate causes here cause fuck knows what happened to the proximate causes.

I think God (or some higher being) is trying to telling me something here (switch from B.S. to B.A.).  I'm fucking up PRECALC with brainy lil Palisades sissys and fucking up in what I already know.  Now, I'm beginning to feel like I can't (I could, just that I would be really really tired) put up a fight with even higher level math and science in another discipline other than Anthro. 

So B.A. here I go ?

[/end vent] 

P.S. At least I'm finding out the depth to which I have to know things here.

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by B.J. on 7/01/2004 10:36:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Another Chew-On. . .

People who ride loud-engined motorcycles in the during the night in your hood should be flying kicked off their motorcycles Grand Theft Auto Vice City Style by a guy wearing a Hawaiian T-Shirt the moment they commit that offense.

:yelling like Ben Wallace after rejecting a Shaq shot:

Now that I'm back in the real world and out of my own little world cough dorm cough home for longer than usual I'm letting just about everything from driving to homework annoy me now. I could usually keep things simple and predictable in that straightforward world at SC of doing homework, eating, falling asleep sprinkled with some "random" spontaneous crap. Now things are not so straightforward, and the spontaneous crap tends to stink like a diver's feet.

Now with all this horrible uncertainty introduced into this world of mine, I really feel whatever it is I might have been good at is not good anymore.

Mrrrrrh.

Happens.

Just gotta keep grinding till something else good occurs. Now I sound like one of those spiritual, "organic" white TV shrinks who think they know the way to spiritual happiness as if they're some new-age buddha (I'd rather sound like an old wise African tribe leader). Adjustment to the world outside still in the process.

Err, time to stfu about me. Putting the clamp down like a former Maple Leaf goalie named Glen Healy on a hockey puck. How are you all doing ?

(BTW, STFU = shut the fuck up, but I always thought it looked like "stuff your tofu")

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by B.J. on 6/05/2004 10:33:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

More Dorm Fun

Fuckin' spoiled-french-fry eating, diarrhea-making-cause-of-the-volume-of-sodium-high-chair-sitting-having everything-handed-to-them-including-their-ass-later-in-the-future-white kids from other dorms will continue to annoyingly pound on the door as if it is their privilege to be let into a different dorm. There's a reason it's locked. It's to keep you goddamn-anklet-wearing bitches or big-bird-stylish-trucker hat hapa chumps from disturbing people who actually do work and study here. You people will fuckin' die (well eventually, and it's arbitrary that it will be by me, but anyway, with those last couple of words, I think I just diffused the bomb that was me, so the purpose of this post has gone to crap).

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by B.J. on 5/30/2004 12:10:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

The Anthem of the Whiteboy Named by His Peers, Beeridi Chilidi cause of all the hairs on his legs

Tuuuuuuuude, look at me bang (I like to bang Asian girls cause, heh, cha know) on the locked side door of this dorm like I'm a spoiled little whiteboy baybay in a high cher with a bib on drummin like Blink or the Ataris for my foowd but I have like this totally blonde hair and it's like totallay loooong.

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Anthropology 001 at UCSC Is a Joke

by B.J. on 1/13/2004 06:29:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Usually I don't make excuses, but this class' tests really fuckin' irked me (and I just realized it now, a month after getting my grade from the class)

I went to every single class, kept on the reading, did assignments, but it was ultimately the tests that assured my subparness.

Basically we had to guess what was on the final exam cause the review sheet was ambiguous and misleading. I thought there were no mind games to be played in college. My whole study time of about 10-15 hours was like a trivia guessing game as to what would actually be important and most occurring in the test. It was as if the instructor had the leeway to fuck around with the exam as much as she liked because she could fall on the excuse that we had a cheat sheet, mine which was completely useless even though it addressed every single question on the review sheet.

It might as well have been in Cha-neeeze.

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by B.J. on 12/07/2003 03:07:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Skwits

[Note: I will regret this post later]

FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shitty ass FUCK that was. Its the type of fuck you'd find in a whiney ass bitches Britney "dickraising dickhopping" Spears-based blog. Hah. Man this is the extent of my troubles and it shouldn't even be a problem right ? No fuck you, it is a problem. But back to FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't ever explain the true essense of FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK that I feel right now. GODFUCKING DAMNIT. It's more like SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK FAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLK with my guts hanging out, bawling out loud to clear my throat, and my veins exploding like a shitty blue fountain pen. Maybe I'll feel better if I curse out God. God, you fucking suck, you shithead. Oops sorry if I blew your brains out Dusk Til Dawn style. But maybe thanks for the suffering, seriously. I know I'll feel better later that I got thru this, but right now I'm lost in all types of uncertainty that will fucking wallow up my insides and give me a fucking ulcer. There's no such thing as a slow death cause every fucking day I'm dying but I guess it ain't that bad compared to them neanderthals and bitches and fuck what the fuck am I saying. S UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF EEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNG Succotash.

Hey, fuck you.

Son of a fucking bitch, I am not getting an A in that motherfucking African Women class. I'll keep pushing, but fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, it's so fucking pointless cause the term papers are graded super subjectively anyway. FUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKK. M o t h e r f u c k i n g bitch. BITCH BITCH BITCH. BITCH CHRIS, BCH Vs. Tyson Chandler. BITCH GETTING RAPED. RAPED as in gang banged. Orale motherfucker (and not white motherfucker, I mean white mothafucka, but I'm not even black so what the fuck am I saying there's no way to say motherfucker without sounding like a complete asshole, oh too late shit) K CUF CUF CUF. I hate the subject of African Women and the stupid ass whitey Feministas in that class that lose themselves in abstraction and stupidity even more stupidity. But goddamn would it be interesting to do one of them. FOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAK DAAAAAAAYY LONGGGGGGG BITCH. H and Laroch ? I will fucking kick your jock.

Now what am I going to do about AYAAANTHRO 001 ?

WORLD, I FUCKING HATE YOU. GO AWAY AND VANISH.

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by B.J. on 10/15/2003 03:57:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

CUBS FUCKING SUCK SHIT OUT OF A TUBE BECAUSE THEY'RE DISABLED AND CAN'T SWALLOW

[Note: I am not thinking straight right now because my head's gone thru more electric shock than a fucker on the chair. I will just watch the Cubs from a distance]

FAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. The Cubs did not get screwed by the fucking fan. They just fucking suck shit.

AND I FELT HELLA STUPID FINISHING LAST on some assignment for ANTHRO. And she's going to grade it. And fuck, I was hurrying up.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

You hear me ?

FUCKDKKKKFdsjfkklsdfjkfdjas;lfdkasjlk;sdkhlfhdaflsdsflj;djsladljdhfldsfhhldshldahlf I felt like someone made in an incision on my jugular. slkhfgkljhrofhofhkljasdfhhskfjajskhfkjhsfkdjfhdksfdkjsfkjsijfhkjfdhskjfhfdkjhdfkahdfkjhdkjfhfkdsafdnklshfdkhfdkafkd

JEEBUS. SHIDDITY SHIDDITY FUCK FUCK Chulanatrak FUCK FUCK SHIDDITY SHIDDITY.

[Note: Boy, isn't that so creative]

COMPLETE FUCKINGS Kfadjkljflkjfljhfslkjsarfakkhdshjlk MELTDOWN. UNB-FUCKING LIEVABLE. THESE FUCKERS ARE CURSED. CURSED like your fucking cross-eyed grandma.

It's all over.

WOOD PRIOR ZAMBRANO OVERRRATED OVERRATED.

GONZALEZ goodbye. Ass.

[Note: No, I do not really think that].

The only one who is free of criticism is Moises Alou and he's fucking geriatric. SON OFA FUCKING SOFA GODDAMN.

They're not rebounding off of last year. It's over. OVER. Don't come back until you got what it takes you suckshitters. There will probably be a 10 year wait till the next time they crack the playoffs only to get eliminated by those fucking moron Braves or Marlins.

I HATE FLORIDA. I HOPE THE YANKEES KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THEM.

[Note: Yes, I mean that]

Gawd DAMNIT !

CHUMPS.

If you want wins, the best look is with the Bulls and we have to wait like 3 more years for that.

[Note: Gee, I hope I'm right]

FAWK

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by B.J. on 9/15/2003 08:26:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Supersuckage: The Chicago EmBearassments of 2003

I don't care about being a fair weather fan. They don't deserve any foul weather fans because they aren't even trying unlike the Bulls, Cubs, and even Sox. They are idiots from top to down, management to players. It's not that they're cheapskates, they just think that throwing money around to just anyone especially in a highly competitive business that is the NFL solves the lack of victories problem. Proof of Bears' upper management's apathy towards the team's fortunes: They keep the coach, offensive, and defensive coordinator after 3 painful losing seasons (4-12, 5-11, 4-12) and just one lucky season (13-3) in which the team got thumped 10-35 anyway in the finale of a classic old stadium in Soldier Field.

There's no talent, there isn't even any heart if last week's 7-49 horrification against the 49ers and 13-24 "recovery" against the Vikings are any indication. The stadium's opening should be put off until the real pros come to play. A horrible defense. An even horribler offense. No, wait, they have "to improve to be horrible" as one poster on RealGM noted. I'm a liberal guy, so I accept a lot of folks they way they are but these guys really really suck. I'll even stop sipping the kool aid and realize that Urlacher, Brown, and Booker aren't even that good. On top of having no ability and subsequently, sucking ass, there is no strategy all game as they keep right on calling the same exact plays putting the starters in danger of injury and piling turnovers like your dad's stash of Playboys. It's like trying to race my '89 Celica maintained by backyard mechanics against Ferarris by the finest mechanics.

The only way this team is winning a game is if they beat and grab the luck out of the cartoon leprechaun who advertises Lucky Charms.









Idiots.

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by B.J. on 7/12/2003 05:46:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Fuck This Pillsbury Dough Boy Po-Po

This is my 3rd hate post out of my last 5 entries. What can I say ? I hate unkown people for offending me, a complete stranger. All 3 of them have been elitist shitheads with root beer jammed up their noses. I admit I don't/didn't know any of their intentions, but they all tried to prove that they were better and more powerful than me. Out in the real world full of strangers, I hate being reminded that I'm only 19 years old, and that I'm virtually powerless. And remind me is what those tricks did. Maybe it's best for me to stay at home before I actually do something stupid like throw a penny at some speeding Camry that cuts me off.

But anyways, this one's directed towards this fat, bearded slob of a cop. He looked like a reject from the Sopranos. The deli called and they want their meatball pastrami back. So anyway, I almost missed a parking spot and went backwards to try and get the parking space. The police were behind me. But I backed up anyway and parallel parked in that hilly space within 3 maneuvers. However, in slow motion, bully cop with the big plop (I mean stomach) and ranger Bob stopping just for bully cop to say something, gathering up all his breath from his asthmatic rage, "Yyyyooouuuuuu neeeed drrrrrriiiiiiivvvvviiiiiinnnnnggggg claaaaaaassssssseeeesssss maaaaaan." It would've been fun to grab an Oakland-made wooden baseball bat and see how many donuts I could whack out of his belly with each swing.

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