Who has a house with a white wall, a cloth floor, and covered outlets?

This porn isnt very realistic.

So, yeah, I guess that girl is good looking, I dunno, she doesn't do it for me. Like, she's not who I would pick as a hot girl or whatever. Those tattoos fucking suck.

My hips stick out like that. I want to fucking kill myself.

Anyhow, I don't like that girls head, I think her breasts are stupid looking, her neck is too long, possibly? Her head looks wobbily, to me, and she gives off a dumb look. I think her underwear is retarded, too.. At first I thought it was thigh highs and some fucking underwear, but retarded long thigh highs, but as Levres pointed out, theres nothing on her feet.. so, go figure, it's just stupid underwear.

One of my midterms this week blew, the other two were okay.. Fuck this.

I just did a fun thing.. Type a topic, then hit return and posted it by accident. I would like it if more of you just started posting topics... Give us something to all think about, or possibly reflect upon.

Anyway... It's not that good to be back up at school. I'm very sick of school.. sick of school, sick of school, sick. I want to drain a bottle of cough syrup every morning, and just go back to bed. Class at 11am tomorrow (That's after a MILE walk, more like.. uhh, I don't know, what do you call those people that walk fast.. right, speed walk)... I'm already trying to figure out a way to not go to it. Fucking midterms, next week, in that class, and I've got a fucking conflict. Oh, like I want to take a Calculus exam and a Databases exam at all. Yay. The fag in the databases class only gives "oral makeup exams"... One of the interpretations of that is scarier than the next.

Anyway, I read up on that flag shit.. Here's a link.. More typical crap. I just wish people would take a fucking stand on things, rather than standing here, constipated, and saying crap to be inflammitory, or smart, or cute, or 10012031284 other things that might make me say, Oh, Geeee.. I guess I was all wrong about this, blah blah blah. If you oppose a war, then have the fucking courage of your convictions when the time comes.. the same goes with supporting the war. I'm sick of hearing people talk out of their asses, and I'm sick of having to listen to people with a bullshit detector contstantly on, trying to determine if what I am hearing is a lie or not.. I guess I've come to the point where none of that is cute anymore. It kinda makes me sad.

That pointless block of text having been typed, on to Mark. Mark, dump the bitch. I would like to make a few points, and I would like to give you a few suggestions. First, there's nothing worse than being with some bitch you can't stand. It *Only makes things worse* to stick with her just because you're so deballed that you can't take off the skirt and break up with her. Second, you're in a very amicable position, in some respects. Slowly get all of your shit out of her house.. If you ever want to see that fucking hooded sweatshirt again, be smart and come up with some excuse about how you need it, same goes with anything else you gave her. You can start stealing from her if you would like as well, if you're going to fuck her friend, then you're not going to be friends anyway. The best way to fuck her friend is to just start doing it, if you can.. then you really fuck up their friendship, too, and since "she sux" you're doing everyone a favor. Here's a little gem that you might enjoy employing.. Just pick up the phone one day, preferably after you've started fucking her friend, and tell her "You're not that pretty, and you're not that special, and I don't ever want to talk to you again". I like the cold impersonality of the telephone for a message like this. Leave it on her answering machine, if you can. If you get really lucky, the answering machine will be in the middle of her house, and her entire family will get to hear it... For this reason alone, I feel that thanksgiving day is the day to do the deed. I understand Pappy's sentiment on spending money on her, but just give her some excuse about her gift was special made and isn't here yet, or some crap, and then spend that money on some good ludes to make that new lady feel special.

Good ways to end the relationship include fucking some other girl, forcing her to things that neither one of you really "enjoy" in bed, but make her feel really degraded afterwards.. Think a gallon of canola oil, her kitten, a tangerine, and a ratchet set. Be sure to get pictures of all of this, and send them to us.. Finally, and I can't stress this enough, break off all contact with her.. It doesn't do anyone any good to just sit there and moan and cry into the phone when you could be out getting sick of a new girl - let's face it, you were done with this skank a long time ago.. you've had enough time to grieve.

That's all I've got, I guess. The other day I was thinking, as I talked to one of my floormates, exactly what is it that goes on in someones mind when they go and get a tounge ring. Now, I'm totally going to wipe guys out of this equation, because I think that's many more levels of confusion that I'll never be able to comprehend. When a girl gets her tounge pierced, is she acknowledging that she expects every guy she bumps into to want a blow job from her? The more interesting question, I think, is if this is any different than how girls without tounge rings think? I mean, what's the difference, really... I guess just the attracting someones attention to your tounge and mouth let's on something about your personality, or then again not. See, I was wondering about this, and I'm still fucking puzzled.

My roommate got a tattoo... I think it's because he think's it will get him laid. Actually, I think that everything guys do, revolve one way or another around that.. Another odd thought. Like, if you didn't care about getting laid, how would you live your life? I bet it would be pretty different.. I wonder how much fun it would be. Keep in mind here that I'm talking about getting laid, not being in a strong committed relationship or anything like that.. There's a difference to me, anyway. The persuit of one as opposed to the other seems to make sense to me, I don't know if that makes any sense. I don't know where I get off judging, either.. I honestly don't care if there are people that just want to be in relationships, or if there are just people who want to get laid.. there's a niche for everyone.

Anyway, there's all this crap swimming im my head.. its 4am on a fucking monday, what am I doing up. I would like to get a really strong telescope, then figure out a way of travelling faster than the speed of light.. That way I could look back at the earth and watch myself grow up, see what things used to be like. I think that would work.

JdUb

Naked time never comes soon enough!

Our good friend hunch was obviously too incapacitated from huffing varnish fumes to articulate what he was talking about

Here's the deal.. It's some stupid hoax. The way I heard it, anyway, was to take Q33 NY, change the font size to something big, and then change the font to wingdings. Q33, in this hoax, was supposedly the number of the flight that hit the building. Wow, big surprise... that's a load of shit too. Either way, what you get as a result, if this works is:

Q33 NY

I don't think there's a point. I dont know.. whatever. As long as I don't have to hear that falsified Nostrodamus quote again, I'll be happy.

Anyhow, to sum up my perspective on the whole thing, here's a quote from your favorite socialist leader and mine, The great Chairman Mao Tse-Tung:

I hold that it is bad as far as we are concerned if a person, a political party, an army or a school is not attacked by the enemy, for in that case it would definitely mean that we have sunk to the level of the enemy. It is good if we are attacked by the enemy, since it proves that we have drawn a clear line of demarcation between the enemy and ourselves. It is still better if the enemy attacks us wildly and paints us as utterly black and without a single virtue; it demonstrates that we have not only drawn a clear line of demarcation between the enemy and ourselves but achieved a great deal in our work.

- "To Be Attacked by the Enemy Is Not a Bad Thing but a Good Thing," (May 26, 1939)

Later, kids.

First it was Walter Matthau, Then Jack Lemmon... now John Ritter. As I sit here and think about this man, how he touched my life, how he touched all our lives, it just doesnt seem fair that he ... [continued]

I came across this picture from a larger series of pictures earlier today. Pappy thought that I should share it with the rest of you, and I agreed with his sentiment. Here you go:

Imagine what that will look like when she's 70. Yum.

So I'm sitting here in Levres' room, trying to relax and shit... This week has been absolute ass, which, is in fact, an UPGRADE from the last three weeks. So I'm just chilling here while she takes a nap, waiting for ER to come on. Anyhow, there's this thing at UMass called Southwest week. Southwest is one of the residential areas on campus - Every residential area gets some special thing near the end of the year to celebrate... Well... I don't know, to celebrate drunkenness? I live in the Central residential area, where we only get one weekend of drunken insanity as mostly shitty, but some good hippie bands "rock out" in front of my building. Bleh, I had to spend the entire weekend coding an assignment for fucking Artificial Intelligence anyhow.

Okay, so here's what I'm trying to get to.. This is the second night where this fucking "Southwest Week" celebrating "Where the Wild Things Live" (Fucking horrible thing to associate with such a wonderful book, but I digress) where ANNOYING LOUD SHIT has been happening under the window. Two nights ago they fucking blared Finding Forrester and Road Trip, or something undernieth her window, and tonight its some EXTREMELY SHITTASTIC band playing HORRIBLY undernieth her window. Please keep in mind that her window is 14 floors up, and it fucking sounds like they're playing in the room. Later on (OH, YAY) some local to Massachusetts band called Dispatch comes on.. I guess they're some big-fuckin-tadoo around here. I heard the sound check, and that was more than enough for Levres and I. If that weren't enough, even if I wanted to see these bands, the crowd that is out there to see them is a bunch of Jocks fucked up on NITROUS D0000D! Geh.. I wish they would all turn to doing big fat lines of coke, and start overdosing like mad. The 80's weren't so bad for some things, I guess. I just remembered that in Crocodile Dundee the Croc goes to a party and some fucked up guy in leather keeps asking him if there's coke at the party, and then he makes some fat dude do coke by putting it in a bowl of hot water and putting a damp cloth over his head. That's truly fucked up.

The point, if I have one, is this.. Just because its University Supported SHITTY SHITTY Noise, doesn't mean that I want to hear it. The exact opposite is true, really... Anything the University is behind in terms of "entertainment" is generally fucking horrible.

This brings me to the UMass Summer Concert. The summer concert is this excuse for the school to blow $750,000.00 of MY GODDAMN TUITION MONEY to have such wonderful acts as Lil' Kim, Uncle Kracker, and The Dropkick Murphies. I think Arcee likes the latter.. but, either way.. I think it would be better to have a fucking raffle and give a bunch of kids free tuition for four years, every year, rather than to have this shittastic concert which no one goes to. They put the fucking thing right before finals too.... I really don't get it. If you ask me, they'd be better off buying every student an eight of weed and a fifth of vodka... Let us entertain ourselves.

Bleh.. I'm OLD, and I'm Out.

-JW

PS - The other day I was watching one lesbian fuck another lesbian in the ass with a strap on, dressed in clown makeup (on video, of course). Who the fuck gets *anything* out of that? It scared the shit out of me. Meh.

So, I haven't posted in a long time.... It's been for a lot of reasons.. I'm short on time, I honestly want some of you to rot in hell for fucking up my plans for next semester, and the site has become boring and stupid lately, I think. So, to add to the monsoon of bullshit that has fallen upon Insult.org, here's my crap for the time being.

First of all, Thank you all so much for wishing me a happy birthday.. It ment a lot to me. HOWEVER, if I find out which one of you was responsable for getting me all roophied up, fucking me in the ass, and leaving me in a gutter, you're going to get it. It was a special treat for me to finally get to see caniprokis without his clothes on... OOOH MOMMA.

I'm quite sick of people posting to insult just to get their stats higher. It's stupid.. Thats entirely not the point... NO one wants to read shit just because it makes someones stats higher. Take me off the stats, or get rid of stats all together for all I care.. I really don't give a damn. Anyhow.

So I've come up with this theory that the stupider/more worthless the person, the larger the font/stupider the color scheme someone picks to use on AIM. I dont think I've ever talked to anyone intelligent who had a font size above 12, or who didn't have a color scheme that made my eyes bleed. Let me further continue this tirade by saying that 'UR' IS NOT THE SAME AS YOUR, or YOU'RE. Goddamn people... and I'm not just talking about on AIM/IRC/ICQ or whatever, I see people posting goddamn posters with UR on them instead of YOUR or YOU'RE. Fucking morons... Also, stop fucking IMing me if I don't know you. Here's a clue, if I've never IMed you, I probably NEVER EVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU. Here is a conversation that I could have done without:

Started Logging at 16:27 on 5/5/01

sphinx1672 (4:27:21 PM): hi Wilson you hot shit
Wilson (4:27:26 PM): ehehe
sphinx1672 (4:27:27 PM): i'm april
Wilson (4:27:29 PM): Hi
sphinx1672 (4:27:45 PM): i heard ur hot is that true?
Wilson (4:27:50 PM): nah
Wilson (4:27:55 PM): That sounds like a load of crap to me
sphinx1672 signed on at 4:28:47 PM. 
sphinx1672 (4:28:54 PM): no cuz Levres told me you guys fuck all the time
Wilson (4:28:59 PM): oh
Wilson (4:29:00 PM): ahaahah
Wilson (4:29:18 PM): I dont think there's a requisite for good looks for two people to fuck constantly, though :-)
sphinx1672 (4:29:41 PM): i'm telling Levres you think she's a dog
Wilson (4:29:53 PM): no
Wilson (4:30:01 PM): she's got all the looks for the two of us
sphinx1672 (4:30:01 PM): yesssssssss
sphinx1672 (4:30:13 PM): that says nothing
sphinx1672 (4:30:16 PM): oops
sphinx1672 (4:30:19 PM): sorry
sphinx1672 (4:30:30 PM): i don't like Levres
Wilson (4:30:38 PM): ok
sphinx1672 (4:30:44 PM): sorry
Wilson (4:30:49 PM): That's fine
sphinx1672 (4:31:00 PM): you really think she's hot? i'm hotter
Wilson (4:31:28 PM): I dont know who you are, though
Wilson (4:31:36 PM): but, yes, I like Levres very much
sphinx1672 (4:31:55 PM): ok i'm warning you
Wilson (4:32:04 PM): excellent
sphinx1672 (4:32:34 PM): what????????????

At this point I warned them up to 40% and blocked them. Then lovely AIM decides to shit the bed, and lose my local buddy list... So when I finally reboot my piece of shit computer, I get this lovely message:

sphinx1672 (6:13:43 PM): hey...Wilson.... that was not me and you knew it... that was a girl named april.. so that went on my record so if you do it again you will have to surgically remove my hand from your throat thank you for your cooperation and this is john ...no offense but it pissed me off that you knew it was my screen name
Auto response from Wilson (6:13:43 PM): You should make a point of trying every experience once -- except incest and folk-dancing. -- A. Bax, "Farewell My Youth"
sphinx1672 signed off at 6:19:49 PM.

Gah.. Like I need this.. Eat my shit you fucking whores...

This brings me to the last part of my rant for today... I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT HRTA STUDENTS DO! See.. Hotel Resturant Travel Administration is some big major here at UMass.. According to this paper that I "found" in the trash bin in the printout room here at school, anyhow. I guess we're ranked number 4, or whatever. The final paper assignment for this class is to write a paper on Objections and How to Deal With It (I swear to god, that's the title). Anyhow, it gets better. I guess the whole point of this final paper was to write up how someone should go about convincing someone of something they are unsure of, and deal with their questions and fears. The last paragraph, In my opinion is the funniest.. here it goes:

Objection #3: Company's image Bob's mom: "Gigi, I hear many stories about a Umass being party schoool where students smoke pots and students being raped. How could you explain all those to me?" Gigi: "Mrs. Kee, if I was to let my first son live on his own for the first time, I will worry too. But try to imagine a city fill with people, there are many that will party and sadly, many that is rapes daily. Umass being such big school, being like city on it own, is very hard to prevent things like these from happen. But we still do, we provide secort service since 4pm to 4am in the morning for any students that need to go around campus during the night. Last time there were rapes, students were provided with personal alarm just in case if you are in trouble. So, we do try our best to prevent anything unpleasant from happen. (Compensation). So, the Umass tour will end here Bob and Mrs. Kee. Hope that you will have a good day."

I don't know about you guys, but I'm fucking sold... By the way, this is HRTA 381.. a JUNIOR LEVEL course. Being CompSci makes me want me to shoot myself in the face already, then I read this fucking TWO PAGE FINAL PAPER, and I really have to think about getting an appointment for a gun license... MEH.

Thats all I've got for now. Later kids.

-JW

PS. Dont bitch at me about the color in my tables.. The fucking HORRIBLE html that was generated took the colors of black, white, blue and red.. I didnt have many choices for a background. MEH.

First of all, that news is so old.. If these people haven't logged in by now, just delete their accounts. Anyhow.

So, open up your fucking eyes.. Living with your girlfriend at *GASP* the age 21 is pretty fucking common. As for the *GASP* 12 month lease.. "quite the committment for a couple to make".. I'm not stupid, I'm not being roped into anything, and *I* have more to lose than anyone if this didn't work out. If I didn't think this was honestly going to work out for a minimum of the next 12 months, I wouldn't be so cavalier about doing this. Not that it's really your problem anyhow.. *WORST CASE* It's a living hell and you *GASP* spend all your time in your own room, which, I understand, would be a COMPLETE 180 from how life is now, for you. *BEST CASE* You stop fucking worrying about everything and just enjoy living off campus...Somewhere around 100% of the bickering about living off campus is.. CAUSED BY YOU!. Meh. The prospects of a.) Living on campus with a random roommate or b.) Living off campus with some random kids don't seem as appealing to me. Not like any of those kids couldn't *GASP* have girlfriends.

Let's get down to the real point, here, you're commitment phobic. Well, all I can say about that is: take a fucking chance some time. It only takes one or two good times to change feelings about commitment... If I've been able to be friends with you for like, what 6 or 7 years now, it's pretty shitty to be doing what you're doing. Not only should you be handling this shit in person, but you shouldn't just fucking constantly shrug and say I don't know when we ask you about next semester. Talk it out with US.. You'll learn a lot more than turning it around in your head thousands of times, which you apparently have been doing quite a bit of.

Bleh, you suck.

I think you're all missing the fucking point. What is good to one person is not necessarily good to another. Does this make something suck? To the person who doesn't like it, sure. To the person who likes it? Not really. Popular opinion doesn't mean a damn in terms of shows that AREN'T ON THE FUCKING AIR anymore. Sure, it may have mattered when ratings mattered, and maybe public opinion drove some of these shows off the air (YOU GREEDY FUCKERS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ROC AND MARTIN AND OH, GOOD GOD DAMN, ROC LIVE).

Anyhow, you can't fucking make a science out of this shit, who cares if the acting was bad, or the plot was ass, or blah blah blah? It's not going to make me stop loving thundercats, or get a life, or fucking cabin boy for that matter. I like it because I like it, and nothing you judgemental fucks say will change that.

And as for Calliander, he's only saying that he likes Transformers because LioConvoy does, and likes to lie. Lies constantly.. Just lies, lies, lies lies. That fucking easter story was cock-bashing lies. No one buys this shit. Playing the devils advocate, yadda, yadda, yadda. You can't say shit about shit you know nothing about! Like I'm going to fucking bow down to into another, or incubus, or fucking fugazi just because Calliander says it is good? No. Will I consider thinking it is good? Possibly. Do I expect any of you to like the music that I listen to? Not really. Does this matter to me? No. The only reason this would matter is if I gave a shit about what other people think about the music I listen to, or the shows I watch. I do this shit for me, it gets ME off. The shit I do isn't for some fucking image, its because I like it, period. What I watch/listen to/do becomes who I am, but I do not become these things.

For the love of fuck, people, if you have no fucking clue about drugs or the effects thereof, please don't fucking talk about them... It's annoying and more than that extremely telling, in a bad way.

Lastly, Calliander, you're the last one to be calling us posers.. Christ, how quickly I see you assimilate the ideas, notions and personalities of those around you into your persona. It's not just you, of course, but you jumped ugly and started throwing around names, so you recieve the lambasting...You might also consider telling your sister to swallow less.. I think we all know a certain person who swallowed all the time and got HUGELY FAT by the end of senior year.. you know, that chick with the funny named that was always banging that really metal kid who had the leather jacket before they were cool again. I think she was always giving head while sitting on the toilet in the mens bathroom in A hallway. classy!

People worrying about fitting into a niche, or doing things that other people do, are worse than the people who go and do things just because other people do them. They're worse because while they are TRYING to not be what they fear, they BECOME what they fear, and there's nothing worse than being what you hate, not realizing it, and futially attempting to not be that thing. Make sense of that!

J-Dubyah