sex

hankie pankie
hot beef injection
dip the chip
bang the box
sweep out the chimney
stretch the leather
bump uglies
dip n dive
shake the sheets
crack the neck
get some skank on the hang low
ride the baloney pony
give the dog a bone
shuck the oyster
put some beef in your taco
ride that beef buss 2 tuna town

vagina

cunt
peeper
twat
pussy
beaver
front bottom
pretty pink pearl
yoni
tongue trap
bald man in a boat
breakfast of champions
munch box
we we
ha ha
who who
me me
down their
nether regions
private parts
lady parts
fuck hole
cal cunta
the lips between the hips
furry monkey
smurf crease
cat flaps
bearded oyster
bikini biscuit
cooter
pooter
Cherry pie
cha cha
harry goblet
grand canyon
cum catcher
chubaca
pantie hamster
camel toe
roast beef sandwich
monkeys chin
fish taco
cream collector
goodie bag
box of assorted creams
honey pot
dug out
love mitten
mermaid's purse
skie skie
pink velvet sausage wallet
nonie
choocher
sweet spot
pu-nanie
clams pocket
come wallet
power slot
fu fu valve
pork shutters
vermuta triangle
crab hole
squeegee
vertical smile
vessel tube
v-a-g

heavy metal gone boy band

So my friend is in a band, and they other day i was listenin 2 them practice at their" jam space" which consists of a box of a room about 20 paces across and 20 paces wide with no windows. Now this building consists of about 30 such units manly used ( with they exception of 2 or 3 unites used by the H.A 2 sell drugs) for new bands to have some where 2 go to a)blow out their ear drums that wasn't their parents garage, and b)where no one would tell them they couldn't play with the 6 foot tall amps turned all the way up.( after listenin 2 them practice on any given day i usually cant hear for about 3 hs afterwards)

Now let me paint a picture 4 u of what this building looks like...1st of all its on east Hastings st in vancouver which is where all the heroin , meth, crack and such, junkies come 2 ether hang out, die, or both.

now the door to the "jam space"building is sandwiched in between a head shop/psychedelic relic emporium and a "seed shop" where all the potheads "hang" n smoke mad amounts of dope man... across the street is the amsterdam caffe where u can go n get a cup of coffee n a hooka full of weed, piggion park is 2 doors down ( pigeon park is a park(duh)where pigeons and used needles rule, and "proper" people don't step foot near)

The door leading in to the jam space building has a hole cut about eye level with a piece of, for lace of better words, 1 way plastic taped 2 it from the inside. u can see the street and whose at the door when lookin out but when standing on the street all u see is a door covered in old band posters and " bits of black plastic". Way 2 stay true 2 form H.A....

Now once u pass the threshold u see a hall ending in a T intersection with about 5 doors on each side, the decor consists of a few holes punched in the walls,permanent marker graffiti and crude saying's floor 2 sealing on the walls n doors, butts and roaches( i dont mean the animal.. well im shure they have those 2) decorate the floor and a permanent haze of pot and cigarette smoke drifts before your eyes.

now once in the actual "jam space" room, the graffiti and "but " decor scheme follows but added is a mass of wires spillin over every where and amps, guitars, drums, and such are all jumbled up with the empty beer bottles. very try 2 form of the heavy metal sheam.

so now that u have i hope a decant visual, on with my story... like i was saying i met up with my friend and his band the other day 2 listen 2 them practice and after wards the other heavy metal / schreemo band " stella" frum across the hall met up with us in the hall and had a few beers... now this isnt anything u wouldn't expect frum a couple of rock bands, drinking smokin weed and talking music... pretty standard right...? well i was talking to the other bands 2nd guitarist "d" and Michael Jackson's death got brought up and how he had such an impact on millions of ppl around the world so on and so forth. I happened to make the comment that i would have never thought some one in a heavy metal band would like the "pop king" and he( this is where it gets weird) replies by starting 2 sing some Michael jackson song... he knew every word.... now this gets even stranger, my friend "j" his guitarist and drummer the other bands 1st guitarist, lead singer, and bass player all join in.... they all new every word.... i swear 2 gowd and everything good and pleasurable on this earth it was like watching lamb of gowd turn in to the back street boys!

iv never seen anything that funny in all my life!

i have no words , nuthing after this will EVER be able to make me even blink....

tru story , really happend.

sooooooo what now?

sooo what the fuck now? some times i think life would be a lot easer if we just didnt oh i dont know didnt anything

asssshhhooollleeeee

pathetic, if i had 2 choose 1 word 2 sum him up pathetic would be the million dollar winner,

Zyban

so my esteemed dr prescribed me zyban 2 help me quit smoking and it occurred 2 me as i was staring down at this lil pill, that a girl like me whose smoked approximately 25 cigarettes a day 4 the past 6 yrs,

thats 54,750 cigarettes, 1,806,750 mg of tar, 131,400 mg of nicotine, 1,697,250 mg of carbon monoxide, 9,855 mg of formaldehyde, 16,972.5 mg of hydrogen cyanide, 4,818 mg of benzene. (export 'A' gold king size)

now like i was saying, as im starring down at this lil pill im thinking how in the fucking hell is this gona help? do u know how many times this cigarette has been their 4 me? through the bad times and the good, the sad and the happy, do u know how many times this cigarette has been my one tru friend and now im supposed to throw all those memories away and replace the one thing i "have going 4 me" with this stupid inconsequential lil pill? fuck me.... just because i have some early warning signs of emphysema and will probably end up hooked up to an oxygen tank in 20 yrs with a hole cut in my thought if i don't quit, dus that necessarily mean that i should give up the one constant in my life thats been their 4 me no matter what these past 6 yrs?

ffuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk fuckidie fuck fuck FUCK!!!

hmmmm a lil cancer never hurt ne one....... much.

i hate my life

all rabbits must die!

ex girlfriends who associate themselves with thumper and have passive aggressive tendencies must com to face the fact that they all one day will have to stand in judgment befor the preverbal hunter whose holding a double barrel sawed off shot gun. (and if im really lucky maybe some day ill be that Hunter .) but on a more serious note why do pll doooo that? if u don't like some one then grow a pare and tell them 2 their face what u think not slink around thrown down insults behind their bakz like their supposed to be bouncing betties! "no more messages from the creepy gf" as a face book stat is not what i would call being a self confident, self assured individual let alone a feminist on any level. bah ! the stupidity of the human race constantly astounds and amazes me. gezus crist save us all from the faults of ppl who never got that certain gene that tells normal ppl that now that ur past they age of 7 u should prob look in to maybe growing up maturing and gaining some feminist instincts!

Rich biznatches

goin on face crack and lookin up old rich friends is turning out to be detrimental 2 my mental stability. u know the person im talking about everybody has a couple they come across in their life time, those ppl who have every thing handed 2 them and don't appreciate crap, those ppl who get the opportunity to actually live life, taste what its like 2 have the preverbal" forbidden fruit" of the life experience variety and just exist though it ! how dare they. how dare they squander that gift & privilege when other ppl out their work so hard just to end up with half that chance. sico babble bullshit. any who iv now lost all faith in humanity and am going 2 proceed 2 go drink a bottle n pass out!

randome shit

hi my name is Selina Kyle and this blog is gona be about about my drunkin, sober, and crazy ramblings if u dont like it well then go get a life and stop living vicariously through the net.