Greetings Bob 357a. Nutrition consumption at my housing facility?

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1984, anyone?

~Xavier R.

Eyes Wide Shut

Movie Not To Watch 1 - Fast 5
Paul Walker existing, hot girls (but far too cliche in manner), stereotypical racial jokes that aren't even funny, same bullshit plot, and Paul Walker existing. What a shame, because the first two, maybe three (Tokyo Drift Doesn't count) where stomachable. Copy and paste formula doesn't work for movies. When will they learrrrrrrrn?!?!?!

I've moved on to "Understanding Physics" by Isaac Asimov, and I've got to tell you, I've never read a non-fiction  book on science that read so smooth. It's like a top shelf vodka, except I'm not calling up my last girlfriend begging for sex.

Also, I keep seeing hot chicks with douche bag supremos. Knock it off ladies. When none of us well off nice guys wanna take you when we're all in our thirties, it's because we don't think it's fair that you can spend over a decade of dating life being a shallow cunt, THEN settle down. Wanna secure your future? Fuck us now. We deserve it. Sure, we play video games, talk to ourselves, and draw violent, self loathing comics. But hey, we don't cheat, or hit, or force you to strive for perfection, because you already are. Why don't you see that, you dumb cow?
Anti Misogynist Attempt: It goes both ways, blah blah blah.

Mandatory Entry Picture

Tirade over. Commencing log off /func. Jacking off,

~Xavier R.

I made my own world out of dirt and spit...

Today was a good day. Sure the sky was cloudy, and the women evasive. However, the jamming was good. Aye, god damnit aye, the jamming was good. So was the thai food. How splendid the thai food, and the accompanying  ice teas. Clever words exchanged among peers.

Patterns dictate a horrible future. But as a currently disliked old friend would say;
Nah.

Yeah, I agree.

Hope you are ill with wellness. You hear about those things? God I'm disconnected. I know nothing of what baskets baring what fruits.

Fruits.

Bananas.

I like bananas. Have some in my kitchen, you know.

Lets talk about the new Green Lantern Movie.

I enjoyed watching Ryan whatsit pretend he could act. It wasn't too shabby pretending. It was acting like he could act, which I guess is good enough.

The turns in the story are easily foreshadowed to the point of boredom, and the cocky turned humbleness of protagonist Hal is expected to say the least. Of course by the side of the latter development, comes the originally nice but misunderstood minor antagonist who only wished for knowledge and love, only to become the villain and dies horribly. Go fucking figure.

Blake Lively is fuckable, and the special effects are shiny, especially in 3-D. Go watch it with the intentions of; mutual masturbation through a tub of pop corn, being really high, or having nothing better to do with 10 spot burning a hole in your pocket.

~Xavier R.

p.s. A few moments ago it sounded like a killer robot was outside my door. I think my lack of interest scared it away.

How long? Not long.

The world is healthy, the world is safe
Yet how long as it been since I've seen a butterfly
The world is strong, the world is sturdy
Yet how many quakes have stirred and cracked
The world is clean, the world is pure
Yet how the air smells and tastes of rot
The world is radiant, the world is wise
Yet why does it continue to let us live?

I know why...

Because I pray to Jesus every night.

~Xavier R.

It's cool, man

About to watch Romans rape and kill each other. Spicy burritos. I fucked your mom.

Short post. Xavier gives this many fucks; 0.

Good day,

~Xavier R.

Barbequing

I left work an hour ago at six am.

It was dark and it was rainy, rainier then it had been the last few rainy days had been, which had been pretty rainy in their own regard. You know what I smelled, breathing deep the anchorage air?

Barbequing.

This is a sentiment I can get behind. I imagined a grizzled old man, bearded and dressed only in a wife beater and oiled stained jeans: kinda like Willy Nelson, except my man drinks Old English and smokes way more marijuana.

He has 3 freezers full of meat and he has twice as many guns as he does grandchildren (of which he has dozens), he probably just fucked 3 women half his age and you know what's gonna do?

Barbeque a fuckin' stake.

As I drove home, to do things far less manly, I realize this is a man I want to emulate. I think we should all emulate. I think before you do anything, you should as your self, what would he do?


Did the old man that lives in my head think "oh gee, it's raining and it's six am, I shouldn't barbeque"? Fuck no, the rain didn't stop him from killing that moose with his teeth shortly after concussing it with his cock, why would it stop him from slathering that bitch in Jack Daniels and cooking it rare?.


And really, barbequing in the rain? That's for pussies anyway. He'd barbeque in the middle of winter, then he'd piss some malt liquor onto the neighbor kids snow man, because they're annoying little shits.


You've got to go beyond just thinking with your stomach. You've got to start thinking with your balls.

Whats a fucking hibachi? Pussy speak for a cock toaster?

You're all fucking pussies.

Big Mike.

My lack of a beard is still cause for an itch

As I smite monsters and ponder what I shall make for dinner, I come to realize that the happier I am outside of artistic measures, the weaker my artistic measures become, thus making me depressed. I need some sort of unifying, middle ground.

I've covered my bedroom in gibberish drawings I've made recently. Not sure why.

~Xavier R.

Post #124

Figured it was cause for celebration.

Anyways, hear the news? Jackass Ryan Dunn died yesterday from speeding whilst drunk. I'd delve deeper into it, but I hardly think he deserves THAT sort of recognition. I feel a bit of sorrow for the loss of someone who made so many laugh, but...you know...drunk driving. No pity for him personally. Just the poor sap with him. Who, of course, also died.

Anyways, before I had been planning on doing multiple pieces on the sheer folly of racial advancement groups (specifically in the United States), but in all honestly, I probably should have just made that a one parter on how outlandishly retarded the Klu Klux Klan is. Not that I lack ammo on everyone else. I just, well, don't fucking feel like doing anymore.

To be fair, to all our lovely readers who feel jipped of a clever anecdote; an amusing, belittling picture of a famous black guy.

To be honest, though, it's more like

I hope you are pleased. Anyways, off to eat muh chinamen food and play some Diablo II; Lord of Destruction.

Tits are awesome,

~Xavier R.

God is still dead

Not that Sunday was much better.

Yeah.

~Xavier R.

Some of my favorite quotes from songs, movies, books and whatnot.

Guess where they're all from and win absolutly nothing. Yaay!

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.

Not terribly funny... but when it comes to videos involving sexual harassment and senior citizens, exceptions will be made.

I can crawl around the floor like I'm real , like you. 

The sound of metal, I want to be you,

 I can learn to be a man,

Like you.

Could you stop the meat from thinking before I swallow all of it? Could you please?

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate. 

I don't do drugs,

I am drugs.

If you don't raise your children, I will.

I pee dead center in the toilet and make as much noise as possible in order to assert my dominance.

There once was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at me...I'm tall, and I'm straight." And then one day the loggers came, and the foreman said, "Cut down all the straight down" The crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.

A singer-songwriter doesn't have shit to say unless they're a lesbian.

That big black hole at the center of the universe? That's Ayn Rand's Cunt.

coffee makes you shit, I aint tryin' to shit.

This is heavier then a circus midget watching Maury Povich clean a shotgun.

Double points if they're a black lesbian.