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A Womans Flaw

By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?" And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands." The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish." But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days." The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." "Will she be able to think?" asked the angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate." The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one." "That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride." The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing." And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give. HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

Oh Shit!

Have you ever had an " Oh Shit " moment? Yanno something where the only thing you can think of is " Oh Shit! "? Well I have, and let me tell you it was no bowl of cherries. I'm not at all easily embarrassed, but I turned as red as a freshly removed blood dripping tampon! It all happened this past summer; My water heater took a royal crap and totally stopped working. I live in a gated community which has an office equipped with community maintenance workers. So I called them up like any normal person who knew absolutely nothing about a water heater would do. They told me they would send someone out the very next morning. So I got extremely busy, cleaned my entire house. Threw things in closets and forced the doors closed, hid sex toys, put away half empty fifths of alcohol, threw away empty fifths, yanno the normal things people do when someone is comming over. The next morning the maintenance guy shows up right on time. Was on a Monday morning so I left him a key and left in a hurry as I had to be at work. Have you ever seen those boxes like a realitor puts on the doorknob with a key in it? The one's they have to open with a code? Well, that's what they use around here. So I got home late that Monday evening, was around 8 PM. The box was still on my doorknob but the office was closed, so I couldn't call to inquire information about it. I paid it no mind, and went on about my evening. The next morning I was sitting on my sofa watching porn on my 74 inch flatscreen tv. Had out my bottle of k.y. jelly and from tip to tip a 13 inch neon purple vibrator. Felt totally fucking amazing btw, lol. Anyway, I had to leave in a hurry that morning. So I left everything sitting right where it was on the coffee table, turned lights and tv off and left. Didn't think anything of it. Well, when I returned home that afternoon there was a note on my door and the key box was gone. It read, " Left key on coffee table. Job took two day's as I was missing some parts yesterday. Should be working fine now. Maintenance " I clumslessly shoved my key into the hole, unlocked the door, turned the knob and flung open the door. Guess what the first thing I saw was? Yep, the big 13 incher and the open bottle of k.y.! My first thought? " Oh SHIT!! " I automatically turned as red as a freshly removed blood dripping tampon. Well of course I haven't called back to the office for any type of maintenance since then, lol. I can barely look at the poor maintenance man, lol. So that my friends, is an " Oh Shit " moment.

When We Risk It All..

When We Risk It All... We can't blame others when love dwindles away- For we knew from the start it never promised to stay. It's just one of those things where the stakes are high- And sometimes it's forever, and sometimes it's good-bye. When you love the right way, you will never lose- No matter what path life may force you to choose. You may end up with tears or a broken heart- But you knew what you signed up for from the start. You can only give what you've got to give- And if that's not enough, then you must continue to live. Life will go on and broken hearts will heal- You must continue on your quest, for that's the deal. Throw your heart into life and never stall- For the greatest risk is to risk nothing at all. You see, love is the only thing that we know- That can be divided and divided but continue to grow. And life isn't long enough to lock away our heart- Just because life may have forced two people apart. We will continue to love and continue to lose- We will continue to pick and continue to choose. And then one day we will risk it all- Take the chains off our hearts and dismantle the wall. The last time we love will be the forever- And never again will our hearts be forced to sever. We'll never have doubts that it'll go away- Because this time, it'll be here to stay. But until then we must endure all the pain- For we only see sunshine if we can wait through the rain.

My Angel

I Have An Angel
I have an angel with me,
inside of my head,
even when she is not near.
She came from me,
and she resides with me,
and in me every moment of my living.
From the moment she emerged she owned me,
heart and soul.
She brings me my greatest joys,
and my most unholy sorrow.
And we are linked spiritually,
and physically.
She has the greatest beauty I have ever seen.
The poets have written of the likes of her...
golden hair, and eyes of the sea,
a heart capable of capturing the soul,
of anyone or anything that comes near.
She grows even as I watch,
and when she is grown,
she will be a power to behold:
strong, beautiful and powerful in spirit,
graceful, delicate, charming and funny.
She captures your eyes, but wait until
you feel the pull of her true self-
you can fall, you know!
Everyone who knows her has fallen,
and she has only just begun...
My smiling angel,
my smiley,
my Kalea
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Only God Knows Why..

Only God Knows Why… No farewell words were spoken, No time to say goodbye, You were gone before I knew it, And only God knows why. Now thoughts of anguish, Travel through my mind, And now the reasons why it happened, I try to find. We had our good times, We had our bad, Now you’re gone, And it all seems sad. If I just had one more minute, To tell you what I never said, I’d tell you that I loved you, But now it’s too late, cause you’re dead. If my tears would clear a path, And my memories build a ridge, I’d push back the hands of time, And bring you back across that holy bridge. I may have acted, Like I didn’t care, Cause I never displayed my feelings, now I can’t, It’s just not fair. I wish I would have been more open, Cause I miss you so much, It’s almost like our memories, I can reach for, but never touch. I used to think it could never be too late, Now there’s this gaping hole, I try to cover it up, But it doesn’t seem to work, not even my memories can mend this broken sole. Now I can only sit and ponder, About the special times that we will never share, And think about the carelessness, That even the best doctors and a billion dollars can never repair. I only wish you could fulfill your words, To sing and dance, If I ever have a wedding, I know it was only a joke, but now you’ll never even have the chance. I know I shouldn’t but I feel angry, Horrible thoughts of rage, Tucked away deep down, Locked inside an unbreakable cage. My tears flow so freely, Daddy if you could only see, How much, You actually mean to me. I guess I’m being kind-of selfish, For all I can think of is what has been lost, and all I truly want to say, Is how much, I think she should have to pay. I know she didn’t mean for it to happen, But it did, I just can’t bring myself to believe that it was your time, I guess that’s because really deep inside I’m still a kid. I know you had it much worse in life, But I guess you were a great deal tougher, Cause even after almost a year has gone by, and throughout my lifetime, I will forever continue to suffer. I love mommy dearly, But nothing she could ever do could start to replace, Even just the sight, Of your beloved face. I will never feel a true sense of closure, Cause I never got to say goodbye, Every time I think of what we all went through, I look up at the sky and begin to cry. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say goodbye, You were gone before I knew it, And only God knows why.

Dad

Dad! I never ask for miracles, but today, just one would do, to see the door push open, and see you walking through. If I could have one lifetime wish, one wish that would come true, I would wish with all my heart, for yesterday and you. The things I feel most deeply, Are the hardest things to say, For I your daughter, loved you, I miss you more each day, for life is not the same, since you have gone away. My heart still aches with sadness, and silent tears still flow, for what it meant to lose you, No one will ever know. There will always be this heartache, And often a silent tear. I shall cherish those precious memories, of the days when you were here. Remembering you is easy, I do it every day. But missing you is a heartache that never goes away.
Below are the saddening views of Violent J himself...
Important words from Violent J!! Sorry to be all deep and serious but i got lots of shit on my mind. I'm tired of everything and everybody. The only thing i give a shit about in this hell we call a world is my Juggalo Family. The Carnival saved my life and my soul. My Juggalo Pride is the best thing that ever happened to me. It's starting to scare me for the fact when I sit back and actually observe the juggalo world, It seems like its going down hill. It seems to me that a lot of ninjas are out for self and trying to prove whos a bigger juggalo that who. There is no big or small juggalo. We are all the same. It doesn't take $4,000 is psychopathic merchandise to be a juggalo. Just because I got an old school mostastless jersey doesn't make me any better than a ninja with only one t-shirt. Being a juggalo is whats in your heart not whats on you clothes. I've seen juggalos callin each other juggahoes over spots in line at shows. That's BULLSHIT! Does anyone else realize this? Does anyone else feel the pain I do when my heart bleeds as I watch my family fall apart? We are all equal. Juggalos shoud not fight with one another! Remember? We are suppose to love each other! We need to be reunited as one once again. Just as we were before. "From the first jokers card, Carnival of Carnage, to the latest card. The Wraith: Shangri-La, we have been united as one by the powers of the Dark Carnival, the power that brings us together and makes us who we are, never again must you care what people think of you or what you do, this is our world and we live for each other!" If you own a copy of Dark Lotus, as soon as you get a chance, I want you to sit down and listen to ..15 enititled, "Juggalo Family." When the song is over, think about what it means and think about how it makes you feel. If yall want to laugh than go ahead but personally, When i sang the song i really didnt listen to the words but when I heard that song for the first time, I was at The Gathering of The Juggalos 2001 and when I listened to the words and took a look around at all the juggalos face, tears slowly came from my eyes and I thought to myself, "this is my family." It felt so good to know that the only thing I care about is right here with me. My juggalo family is the only thing true in my life. Nothing else has ever made me feel good. No person place or thing has ever looked at me as a part of their family. If you own a computer, get on a website such as realjuggalos.com and click on the icon "juggalos" search through the page and take a look at all of them and just think, each of them consider you family, each of these people can be trusted with your life just as they trust you with their life. We shouldn't be fighting, we should be giving each other hugs and saying, " I clown love you ninja!" to any of you that have web sites, i would greatly appreciate it if you could post this on your site. If you happen to have access to a copy machine, please make copies and give this to as many juggalos as possible. I want to make sure every juggalo world wide reads this letter. I'm goin to do my damnest to save our juggalo world and reunite it, not only that but make our family bigger. We have over two million dedicated juggalos in the world but we must also be dedicated to each other. My heart, mind, body and soul goes out to each and every one of you. If you dont remember anything from this, at least remember this, "mass murder makes me happy, dead bodies make me happy, say what you will of me, I'll always have juggalo family" please repost this and help our sick family find there way back!!!
I myself fully agree with the recent view of a very proud and loyal juggalo. He does nothing but support and give to the juggalo family. We're family and should treat each other as such! Taken from a bulletin from Slingbob777. He writes, " Well here i go again!!! this is actually directed to the Juggalo community but i want everybody to understand us a little better! it has come to my attention that there are a few, like most groups have, haters among us!!! tellin people who has the right to carry the Juggalo name & calling people jeffalos & juggahos! FUKIN STOP ALREADY!!! have you ever even heard what Violent J had to say about it??? he said that he wished it had never come out that he used the term because of the separation it has caused! who, in our family, has the right to judge which lo or lette is better than anyone else??? answer=NO-FUKIN-BODY!!! if Violent J says it's not right, then why do you do it? he's is the reason we are here to begin with!!! he is fukin sad & sick of the divisions & if you dont believe me, you never read his letter, listened to his lyrics, read his book, seen his interviews...maybe, just maybe... you're the jeffaho!!!! QUIT!!! i aint nothin but a poor carnie scrub just like everyone else!!! there are no kings or queens in the carnival for a reason!!! i have nothing but luv for each & everyone in my family!!! that includes the people that want to be a part of it even though they have just started learning about it!!! just like with my Christianity!!! ive always said well meaning Christians chase more people away from God than any other group!!! & im watching the same thing happen with the Juggalos!!! bein a Juggalo isnt about the shirts & tatts & cds!!! the music doesnt even fukin matter!!! what do you think J meant when he sang "we're not sorry if we tricked you"???he was bringin a whole new group of people to God that we're chased away by hypocrites you are part of that group & so am i!!!so why act like the people you used to hate??? why close the doors to the people that J wants to reach??? if you want to be part of a trendy elitist bullshit group, become a fukin politician NOT A JUGGALO!!! stand with us or against us but dont say you're family unless yoiu want to act like family!!! it's not about any one of us...its about all of us!!! so instead of calling people names & gangin up on people you dont like for some personal bullshit, help them find the reality that J talked about!!! quit thinkin you're better than anyone because those people are your new teachers! showing yoiu the way to care like you felt when you first found the family!!! this post will be in my blogs so hate me if you want but at least i know i aint the shit in this parade of souls!!! mmfwcl4LYF slingbob777 " Here's Slingbob777's link, stop by and show this proud juggalo some much deserved clown love. I know I have, and will continue to. MMFWCL! JUGGAPIRATE slingbob777
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@ CherryTAP

~*~ About Me ~*~

I am me, I am the way I am, and I do not change for anyone no matter what. I love to meet new people but I have the type of personality where you will either love me or hate me..lol. So who knows, maybe you'll be my new friend? I'm ALWAYS 100% brutaly honest, and I pride myself on being that way. I'm blunt, outspoken, and I say whatever I want to say. I don't really put much thought into alot of things before I say them, if it comes to my mind, then it automatically comes out of my mouth.. lol. I'm weird, and I know it. I love my weirdness! I'm quick witted and I maintain multiple personalities while most people find it hard to maintain one. LoL. My favorite colors are orange and blue. I love to laugh. I hate most people. Girlie girls make me hurl. I swear like a sailor when I wax my cunt. I swear like a sailor when i'm not waxing my cunt. I hate most things anyone else would like. I'm spiteful. I'm stubborn. I can be selfish. I can be jealous. I'm a flirt. I'm almost always sarcastic.. to a point when most people don't know when i'm actually being serious. I chew on things. I HATE clothes and wearing them. I only wear pants / capris when i'm outside my home or someone is at my home, otherwise it's t-shirt and underwear. I collect sex toys. I love underwear, I have 4 drawers full of underwear. I love thick comfy socks. I will only wear white socks, I never go without socks unless showering. I don't like chocolate. I drink lot's of juice. I hate heat. I hate extreme cold. If I say that I don't like conservatives/home-schooled teens/furries, and you,standing with earshot, say " Well I am a conservative/home-schooled teen/furrie" , don't expect me to apologize or change my stance out of courtesy, whether I know you or not. It's not my fault that you fail to realize that you're part of the problem, asshole! If I dislike a group of people and you're one of them, too fucking bad! It means that I hate you too. Because I'm all equal-opportunity like that. Same goes for Journey lovers, the mentally ill, born-again Christians,men with comb-overs,hideous breast implants, infamous celebrities, and ALL stupid people. If you approach me, try to get to know me, engage me in a 2 hour-long conversation, make plans with me, beg me to call you, say you can't wait to see me, promise me a wonderful time the likes of which I have yet to experience, and then fail to show up for our date, you're an asshole! And I will hate you. Your trying not to be the Bad Guy by leading me on and then breaking off ALL communication at the last fucking minute instead of comming clean and saying that -- for whatever reason -- you're no longer interested? THIS IS THE REASON YOU'RE THE BAD GUY. And a complete fucking asshole, therefore I will - rightfully so - fucking hate you for wasting my goddamn time! If youre a stranger to me yet feel it appropriate to grope my ass at the bar, dont act all offended when I bitch slap you across your crater-laden face and threaten to call security. If you're not prepared for violent repercussions from ass-kicking bitches like myself, dont be so bold as to assume that a woman in a sexy outfit wants- no, YEARNS for - your grody digits to fondle her asshole! If youre a married man trying to per-say " come on to me " and I respectfully decline your advances, dont say " atleast im honest " , like you deserve a medal for telling me the truth about your marital status. congratufuckinglations, shitbag. but the person youre NOT supposed to be lying to, YOUR WIFE is the one who will reap the consequences of your shit marriage when your rampant infidelity and pussyhounding blows up in her face. it is pathetic that you pride yourself on being honest, yet you can't tell your wife the truth about your activities. if you cant keep your dick in your pants and out of women who arent your wife you need to not be married in the first place, you selfish prick. so fuck you, dickhead. I am not going to sleep with any of you, you Saint of a Sinner you! If youre sooo impressed by yourself, then feel free to supply your own fucking blowjob! If you come on to me and I snub you, there's a reason for it. Trust me. Don't act all put out because I didn't immediately fall on my back, spread my legs, and tearfully beg to be your cum whore. Take your mercifully initial rejection in stride and move on. And above all, DON'T ask me why!! Between your acid-wash jeans, your horrible personality, your lack of both finesse and hygeine.. believe me, you DON'T want me to tell you the truth. And I WILL, no doubt about it, In fact by the time I'm done verbally tearing you a new asshole, you're gonna WISH you had never met me!
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is Jane Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Dan Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Dan?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Dan, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Dan, you're an asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1. "Hello." "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Dan Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Dan. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole." Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance.. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street I quickly got into my car and headed over to West 34th Street. There I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works.
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