The T-zone

to me. :-)

If you're wondering why the updates are so infrequent as of late, it's because I recently injured my chest in an Xtreme Sk8boarding accident and haven't had much to write about.

No, really. Don't worry, great videos are on their way:

• Me injuring my chest in an Xtreme Sk8boarding accident.
• Breakdancing in the grocery store.
• Busting up a chair...
• ...with a large pipe wrench...
• ...and then taking a hatchet to the pieces.
• More Xtreme Sk8boarding featuring my younger brother also hurting himself.

It's Xtreme(tm).

John Brown was one crazy motherfucker.

I'm going to go now. I have to hack people up with a broadsword in the name of God. That sounds like a good way to show them how much Jesus loves them.

These posts are getting worse each day.

...anything that includes suicide, senseless killing, devil worship, or screaming in lieu of actual vocals no longer qualifies as music.

If you disagree, eat me.

You heard it here first, folks.

I think this is the most immature thing I've ever done.

Fred Phelps is the pastor of Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas. God hates him.

The foundation of his teaching is this: God Hates Fags.

Not only do I find this utterly ridiculous, I think it's time the world knows just what a bastard Fred Phelps really is. He beat his kids with a mattock handle and a leather strap, the kind used to sharpen razors. He was addicted to amphetamines and barbituates and frequently combined them with copious quantities of alcohol. He beat his wife, too... a former golden-gloves boxer and he beat women and small children. He blew a German Shephard apart with a fucking shotgun because it took a shit on his lawn.

Addicted to Hate is an exposé of Fred Phelps. It's an official court document so he can't do anything about it (I wouldn't be surprised if the asswipe filed suit against me because of this page). He's fond of taking legal action against... well, just about anyone.

Frankly, though, I think it's time the truth was made known.

That should be immediately obvious. I'm not a very agreeable person. However, I am someone who enjoys showing people how stupid they are; here's someone who doesn't like me: the ever-foolish Anonymous:

"Hahahah you people are a bunch of whiny fags who have no idea what you are talking about."

I'll alert the media, as well as the rest of "we people."

"You complain about people buying clothes from multibillion corporations. Where the fuck do you buy your clothes from? I'm guessing you go out to the cotton field in you backyard, pick the cotton and then put it on your cotton gin and make your own fucking t-shirt? Because if you don't do that, you are buying a shirt from a multibillion dollar corporation."

Pssst, hey dipshit. I never complained about people buying clothes from multibillion-dollar corporations. I only complained about them shelling out $120 to a corporation who has the balls to charge that much for a fucking sweatshirt only to advertise the corporation they bought it from.

"You must be retarded or goth or both because only those people complain about something as stupid as this."

Since you obviously have not done your homework, here's what I think about goths.

"You people suck and obviously have no idea what you are talking about."

Pot, kettle... have you met?

"Enjoy wearing black clothes and black makeup you little weirdos,"

You know, if I were a dumbass--err, I mean, a goth, that assertion would make a lot more sense. Too bad I hate goths with every shred of my being! Congratulations, you win the "I have no clue what I'm talking about" award!

"I'll enjoy getting my dick sucked by hot bitches that you can only dream about (while I'm wearing Abercrombie clothes)."

Funny story about that. It's more appropriate for my personal blog, though. Yes, that's right, contrary to popular belief, your friend T-zone is not, in fact, a pimply-faced nerd who spends his days in front of a computer screen. Imagine that.

The best part? I can do that without having to wear Abercrombie clothes. Congratulations, you can get head from shallow chicks who are the equivalent of a walking venereal disease. Not many other guys can brag about that.

I'm sorry, the above statement should read "not many other guys WOULD brag about that." I'll leave the exercise of making the according changes up to the reader.

Congratulations, not only are you a corporate whore; you've also managed to make a complete fool of yourself, but it's OK, because as long as you don't have the balls to put a name on your comments, you never have to worry about anyone thinking any less of you.

You fail at life.

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