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This is my website. Here you will find intelligent items mixed with seemingly intelligent
items, seemingly unintelligent items, and of course, actually unitelligent items. I didn't truly make this site for any specific
person's benefit and if it doesn't appeal to you, chances are, I don't care. Want to bitch about it? You can email me. I am
a fan of hate and support it fully. If you want to congratulate me for something, also email me. Some of you may be aware
of other ways to contact me. Yay for you. Peace out.
That's how it goes and if you don't like it you can FUCK OFF!
Updates:
*December 17, 2004
There's still much work to be done on this site. Today I will mainly focus on making it worthwhile enough to be published
to the web. As time progresses, the site should get better and better. If not, oh well. I'll probably end up being fond of
it anyway or bored of it enough to make another one. I'll be sure to make it impossible for this site to get me in any trouble.
That's more or less it for today. Peace out.
p.s.
There is a censorship rating at the top left of this site so you can't hold me responsible for what
you read by choice after a fair warning. Again, in case the message was not clear before, there is profanity used on this
website. If you have issues with reading items with profanity, please discontinue your use of this site immediately. You have
been warned.
*December 18, 2004
I added a bunch of pictures and a new page about Christina and Alex. Enjoy you caffiene-witholding bastards!! I'm hyper
today.
*December 30, 2004
I haven't updated in awhile. If you're upset with me over it, you can suck it because this isn't your site. Anyway, I
added some pictures and a link to Alex's website.
*June 3, 2005
I finally udated the site. I still have a lot of work I need to do so I may be spending some quality time at my dad's
house. Fun fun fun. Anyway, I added some pictures to the homepage, finally changed the song of the week, and added a new page
dedicated to sex. w00+! Cheerio me loves. FUCK OFF CRAZY BIATCHS! Yah, I'm that hyper. ^.^
*June 16, 2005
I finally remembered to update this. I always seem to remember to make the big updates really late at night. It usually
lasts until early in the morning. I updated something about everypage on here except for two.
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* take the time to fall
One more day left to play
Where's the love?
Where's the blood?
I refuse to believe that this is all there
is
Song lyrics of the Week
Homies
(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over in Hampton and
If they really miss you so much
Why don't they just call you
then? (Muthafucka)
If you wanted blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have
to love?
Look I probably love my family more then anybody here
But my homies are family too
Third cousins get
outta here
Who was you with when you got tatoos?
Who was you tripping with when you did them mushrooms?
Who the
fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse then you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)
(Shaggy
2 Dope)
Who loans ya money, homie?
Who owes ya cash?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass?
I don't
know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the room
(Chorus)
We talking about
HOMIES HOMIES
We are muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!!
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!!
HOMIES HOMIES (Man that's my
dogg)
(Violent J)
Have you ever had a job that you truly dispise?
Like I dunno maybe dishwashing or fucking
flipping fries
Then you got this boss who thinks he's the don mega
Cause he the head manager (Cheap Smelly Fry Digger)
All you could vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I would a been plucked his fucking eyeball out with a chicken bone
Crazy
as fuck I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
When you snuck the car out who did you get?
And when you got caught, who you blame that shit?
Hoping you relax
while they scratch yo balls
Homies are talking about the hereos
(Chorus)
We talking about HOMIES HOMIES
We're
muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!!
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!!
(yeah yeah yeah)HOMIES HOMIES (hey hey hey)
If ya
don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
(Jamie Madrox)
Me and my homies stay
tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down til the very end
Well that's my home boys, excuse me, my family
And
when we conquer the world
We macking on the galaxy cause skys ain't limited
And we ain't finished
And if my homies
gonna ride ya know I'm with it
(Monoxide Child)
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it
and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything
is obsilete unless I hear my homies call
We worldwide, were homies around the planet
Sticking together like zippers
on Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and grey
like grandpa (Psychopathic)
(Chorus)
HOMIES HOMIES!!
We are muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!!
We are juggalo
HOMIES HOMIES!!!
HOMIES HOMIES!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If
ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
(ICP and Twiztid
giving props in the background)
We talking about HOMIES HOMIES
We are muthafuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We are juggalo
HOMIES HOMIES
HOMIES HOMIES
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If
ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!!
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
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