Holy shit, did I just write a rant?

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

That's right: a rant, no bullshit.

The infamous me is finally going to write a rant!

So what will the infamous me write about?



You never know what's going to happen to you tomorrow. Fuck, you never know what will happen to you in the next hour. You could be walking down the hall, minding your own business, when someone decides they don't like the fact that you're fucking the girl they like so they try and stab you with a butterfly knife (purely hypothetical, of course). You could be walking down the street and a car could run you down. You could be fucking some guys wife and he could decide that he doesn't like the fact that you're fucking his wife (not that you knew it was his wife or that she was even married. Again, purely hypothetical) so he decides to try and beat you to death with a skateboard and you're forced to beat the crap out of him in front of his own children. You never know what's going to happen.

Even if you manage to narrowly avoid getting killed one way or another you're still ultimately going to die. Every last one of you are going to die. I'm going to die, you're going to die, even Christopher Motherfucking Walken is going to die. So why do people take themselves so seriously sometimes?

Even I am guilty of this from time to time. I try to catch myself in the middle of it and think of Buddha's Ghost Penis telling me to "FIND MY BUDDHA MIND!". Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn't but I'm getting better at it. When it does work I realize that it's best to just laugh at how ridiculous shit can get, then I laugh at the fact that I'm getting pissed about it, then I laugh for no apparent reason (although it's probably due to the fact that I may or may not be slightly insane).

So what's the point of this poorly written pile of shit I have the audacity to call a rant? The point is this: Get your shits and giggles in while you can still shit and giggle.

[Cain]

Laughter is the best defence against an uncaring Universe.  That and titanium body armour, for those "hypothetical" situations.

Nice rant, I should add.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

I think you're just being nice so I don't flounce.

This is something I wrote while I was (and still am0 drunk, I didn't edit it either.

I might revise it later, or maybe one day it will just show up blank and nobody will know what the fuck it was about.

Thanks though.

[Cain]

Nah, siriusly, I thought it was a well made point.

Besides, no point in editing now.

That's right: a rant, no bullshit.

The infamous me is finally going to write a rant!

So what will the infamous me write about?



You never know what's going to happen to you tomorrow. Fuck, you never know what will happen to you in the next hour. You could be walking down the hall, minding your own business, when someone decides they don't like the fact that you're fucking the girl they like so they try and stab you with a butterfly knife (purely hypothetical, of course). You could be walking down the street and a car could run you down. You could be fucking some guys wife and he could decide that he doesn't like the fact that you're fucking his wife (not that you knew it was his wife or that she was even married. Again, purely hypothetical) so he decides to try and beat you to death with a skateboard and you're forced to beat the crap out of him in front of his own children. You never know what's going to happen.

Even if you manage to narrowly avoid getting killed one way or another you're still ultimately going to die. Every last one of you are going to die. I'm going to die, you're going to die, even Christopher Motherfucking Walken is going to die. So why do people take themselves so seriously sometimes?

Even I am guilty of this from time to time. I try to catch myself in the middle of it and think of Buddha's Ghost Penis telling me to "FIND MY BUDDHA MIND!". Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn't but I'm getting better at it. When it does work I realize that it's best to just laugh at how ridiculous shit can get, then I laugh at the fact that I'm getting pissed about it, then I laugh for no apparent reason (although it's probably due to the fact that I may or may not be slightly insane).

So what's the point of this poorly written pile of shit I have the audacity to call a rant? The point is this: Get your shits and giggles in while you can still shit and giggle.

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[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Yuo bastard.

But seriously, it seemed a little short and poorly thought out. I should have at least written a few drafts before posting something. Then again, there's nothing stopping me from revising it later. Anyways, I should have been asleep like.. 3 or 4 hours ago. So I'm going to sleep for real this time.

[LHX]

energy



nice

[fluffy]

pretty good, oh nameless wonder
i'd give it a 90
has a beat and you can dance to it

[Horab Fibslager]

pretty good, oh nameless wonder
i'd give it a 90
has a beat and you can dance to it

i jsut liked it for the half nekkid chicks in teh video.

<-- dant dance to save his life.

t's like, i don't know how to act.
it's like my fatal 100 class just flunked my ass.
it's like, i've been keanu reeves' understudy for the past year and a half.
it's like i look like a member of the 90210 cast.
it's like, i'm oj saying, "yeah, i'mma find those killers fast."
it's like i'm nemo saying, "yeah, i'm serious, i'm gonna get your cash."
it's like i'm trying to cover up my pain with laughs.
see, me and irony, we go way back.
you could keep us exchanging insults and snaps on 8-track.
but once the laughter dies down, i'm always the one who has to face the fact,
and finding method in his madness. it's like a needle in a haystack.
a needle, take that! looking, good one.

ya know what, irony, i've come to the realization that laughter ain't the best medicine.
it's just the primitive form of novacaine.
this kid is to live long and know the pain.
so while substances float through the veins of my father to control his brain,
i'm resistant from the xs etched on my back, written sober and plain.
i'mma go to your grave before i die, at least one time, i promise.
but to be honest,
i'm just not ready for the punchline.

[Chlorine]

Not Christopher Walken!  

[Marl Fublewonker]

::Does a little jig.::

[Verthaine]

Laughter is the best defence against an uncaring Universe.  That and titanium body armour, for those "hypothetical" situations.

Nice rant, I should add.

High tensile strength eristronium/osmonium steel alloy with random oscillating "Black Hole" force sheilds and a high yeild graviton emmiter works best.(can survive for 6 hours in the center of a nuetron star). To bad this very expesnive item is contraband on this dimesnion(wink wink)

[Cain]

Well, ya know how it is...gotta work with what you've got....

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Not Christopher Walken!  

Even our beloved Christopher Walken.

[The Wisdom Cube]

VOTE BUSH CHENEY IN 2000!

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

VOTE BUSH CHENEY IN 2000!

<Stabs teh amurricun!>