I took a total of 5 pictures, which I don't consider enough to waste time posting. If you have some you'd like to see posted, I'm fairly sure you know who to send them to.
Where are some pics of that kick ass band you saw last week? See you later, Sherman.
I was doin an enter net surch and saw you had this post. How much ya want for it. Ya see, one a my posts is broke an I needs a new post to hold up my electric fence at the farm. I needs to replace that post soon and get that fence up or my sheeps are gonna get out. I needs my sheep, I love to butt fuck em, ya know. I pay cash money. Whatil it take?
We'll see ya.
Does Megan spell her name "Megan" or "Meagan"? If it's the former it certainly has been misspelled many times on this fine site.
I wanted something new to read on this shell of a guestbook. What happened to you all? Just ran out of material? I appreciate the Tourette's Post before this one.
Is it As Slicker or Ass Licker? SHITTWAT is pure gold. Keep it up and I hope you enjoyed your hiatus.
Oh, and after a thorough review of the fun had by Jason, Evan, Adam and Megan - I wanted to know - Who the fuck takes shits so long that they have more than one reading material. It's like she is shitting in a library. The pic of her on the pooper, as hilarious as it is, makes it look like she is studying or something. WTF?
Don't drink and drive fuckers.
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Everyone:
Make sure you get out to the polls on Tuesday, Feb. 12 and vote. We need every last vote and this is the time to make it happen.
VOTE OBAMA!!
You're full of shit, Jesus. Jesus!
The Guest Book is officially dead. I can smell it from heaven, smells like rotten eggs stirred with stinky feet and curry powder. ps. God misses the old clay.
I write to you today a mere shell of the man I once was. I bore witness to the single most atrocious video to ever circulate the interent. Only moments ago I regained consciousness, recovering from the initial shock of the images now burned into the very essence of my being. I imagine such statements may pique many readers' interest. What broadcast could possibly cause this effect? Believe me when I say this: Do not pursue this video!
The spring in my step, gone. The light in my eye, now a dull blank stare. No longer do I cast a shadow. No longer am I met with a reflection when in front of a mirror. Gone are all chances for happiness. All that remains of the individual I once was is this soulless, pathetic bag of guts.