Saturday, June 30, 2007

'sup. Two days ago I cut my hair really fucking short, hoping that if I'd emulate Brad Pitt's hair the way it looks in the first half of Fight Club, I would automagically become TYLER DURDEN. Of course, it didn't even take me two days to realize that I don't have any of the qualities of Tyler, except the hair and thus I now look like a fucking US marine corps faggot. Therefore: Fuck you Brad - YOU ARE YOUR FUCKING BEARD

Picture very related. bUsty out

Friday, June 29, 2007



Spoiler

John McClane
This guy takes out a helicopter and a F-35 fighter jet without firing a single bullet. Hello, my name is John McClane and I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how fucking awesome I am. Yippie-kay-yay mother fuckers.

End of spoiler


He doesn't charge his lazer. Why? because he thinks it would suck if time imploded upon itself and he'd be the only one left alive without any ass to kick. I rest my case.

Rusty
Fuck you bustY.

Just because you have a well-paid job and a caring family that loves and respects you. I'll tell you what: Fuck you. Atleast I don't sit in my Benz all day bragging about it. Besides, I didn't whine about life. I whined about how nice it would be to whine about it. Now go fuck a dog or something, I got first post. I won the internets, now I'm gonna go and fuck the prom queen.

Picture unrelated.






Rusty

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Yo. Rusty had another one of his pathetic little "roid rage"-episodes last night. That fucker, he uses his first official post to whine about how things are going atm like anybody fucking cares. Did he kill anybody? No. Did he leave a bible anywhere? No. I say, do a fucking barrel roll. PRESS Z OR R TWICE
But it's sad really, the lengths some are willing to go to for a piece of the spotlight. Fuck them. VERTICAL SUPLEEEEX


















bustY
out
Sup, Rusty here.

I'm just gonna spew some random shit. Right now I'd like to sit somewhere quiet and open, with a view over the city and an unlimited supply of alcoholic beverages at hand, whining about whatever shit life's got throwing at me for the moment. Fuck yeah, that'd feel good. Someone might ask -Why do you do it? I'll just say that's what makes people do it. To be able to chill out and get that general good feeling all along your brain cortex and body when all hell's broken loose. Kinda makes you want to feel like shit at times, to reach that state of mind.

Oh yeah, and here's a shooped pic of Chris Benoit. Might raise some anger. There's even some tits here.



Later. Rusty out.


Yeah I know what you're thinking. That's a cool alias. I know it's stolen, doesn't lower the coolness level. Too bad you didn't choose it yourself. Go cry in a corner, emokid.