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Tuesday, April 18, 2006


"I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked with a grimace at the questionable meal Lois had placed in front of me. Of course I'd never tell her how disgusted I was with her cooking, but somehow I think she knew. Lois had always been full of energy and life, but lately I had begun to grow more aware of her aging. The bright, exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with were now beginning to grow dull and listless with the long fatigue of a weary life. I woke several hours later in a daze."

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   Choose Beer!
Choose a beer, Choose a bar, Choose a bottle, Choose a pint, Choose a fucking massive hangover, Choose pissing in a shop doorway, Choose disgusting food, Choose a spinning room, Choose lying in gutters, Choose a police escort, Choose being sick in the back of a taxi, Choose missing your keyhole 20 times before getting it in, Choose sleeping with ugly people, Choose drinking contests, Choose dancing like an idiot, Choose phoning friends two oclock in the morning to sing to them, Choose talking to tramps, Choose bad kareoke, Choose disappointing sex, Choose beer breath, Choose empty pockets, Choose pissing every five minutes, Choose arguing with inanimate objects, Choose to laugh at stupid jokes, Choose falling asleep in a club, Choose to argue with bouncers and barmen, Choose losing your phone, Choose to pick a fight with biggest person around, Choose talking bullshit, Choose walking home at the end of the night thinking of what a fucking embarrassement you've been, but yet planning it all over again for next weekend! What The Fuck!?
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