I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
I MAY SHIT MY PANTS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
SOCIETY HAS TAUGHT ME TO HOLD MY FUNCTIONS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THIS DOES NOT FEEL NATURAL!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
BEARS DO IT, WHY CAN'T I?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY COULD BEST ME EASILY, WHY AM I ABOVE THEM?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO WIPE THEIR ASS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
FUCK MY LIFE!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I'm a celebrity...Get me outta here!
Heidi Montag is sad because she finally realized she is no longer human, but a tool the illuminati is using to distract Americans.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 3 : "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas
*Pretty Obvious, but DAMN, this song is fuckin' sad, man.
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Hey Kid! I'm a Computer!
This Computer is sad because teenagers keep using it to send pictures of penises and vaginas to each other.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 2 : "5 Years" by David Bowie
Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons, and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
All the nobody people and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milkshakes, cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons, and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
All the nobody people and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milkshakes, cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
Friday, April 15, 2011
Forlorn Fridays: Sad Birds; A Photo Essay
Birds know more than we do. FACT. So when they are bummed out, you know it's on some really sorrowful shit.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Case of the Everydays: A Existentialist Conversation Between two Frat Boys.
Chad: Bro, lemme ask you somethin' bro.
Joey: Sup bro?
Chad: You ever think about like, life, bro?
Joey: Whaddayu mean, like, where am I gonna work after school?
Chad: Nah bro, like, LIFE, like, why do I even exist, bro?
Joey: Nah bro, can't say I do. Can't say I do.
Chad: I mean bro, where does life come from, bro? Why does it happen, what's the point?
Joey: Uh, God? Yeah bro, like god, praise God, holy mother Mary of Grace. Yeah bro, like, big ups to God for sure.
Chad: I mean, yeah, of course God, dude. But like, why did God do this, are we an experiment?
Joey: I don't know, bro, my major is business.
Chad: Bro, like, I just don't see the meaning. I don't even know what the word meaning MEANS, I feel like when I think about it, my heads gonna explode because of the circular nature of my thought process, dude.
Joey: Uh, what, bro?
Chad: Like, how am I gonna be happy? How will I ever be satisfied with the banality and silliness of life?
Joey: Oh, shit, that's easy, bro. Bitches and beers with your boys!
Chad: Oh, word. Cool. Put on that DMX cd.
Joey: Sup bro?
Chad: You ever think about like, life, bro?
Joey: Whaddayu mean, like, where am I gonna work after school?
Chad: Nah bro, like, LIFE, like, why do I even exist, bro?
Joey: Nah bro, can't say I do. Can't say I do.
Chad: I mean bro, where does life come from, bro? Why does it happen, what's the point?
Joey: Uh, God? Yeah bro, like god, praise God, holy mother Mary of Grace. Yeah bro, like, big ups to God for sure.
Chad: I mean, yeah, of course God, dude. But like, why did God do this, are we an experiment?
Joey: I don't know, bro, my major is business.
Chad: Bro, like, I just don't see the meaning. I don't even know what the word meaning MEANS, I feel like when I think about it, my heads gonna explode because of the circular nature of my thought process, dude.
Joey: Uh, what, bro?
Chad: Like, how am I gonna be happy? How will I ever be satisfied with the banality and silliness of life?
Joey: Oh, shit, that's easy, bro. Bitches and beers with your boys!
Chad: Oh, word. Cool. Put on that DMX cd.
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