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Trampalite

Age/Gender: 21, Male
Location: St. Louis, MO
Job: I quit, er in a week

fuck the police.

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Trampalite

There is no god proven!

Posted by Trampalite Oct. 28, 2007 @ 9:19 PM EDT

X3-7=2X-23

Need moar proof?
Didn't think so

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I never used the cool sunglasses emoticon, Infact the whole idea of emoticons is rather absured. My staunch anti- emoticon stance began as most staunch stances do, in the summers of years past, I was but a young lad. Still at the age when it was considered politically correct to shit in the streets and threaten grocery store patrons with abhorent violence. Yes the summer of 2005 was one that shall not soon be forgotten by this ageing hypocrite. I remember it as if it were only one or possibly two decades ago, the amber waves of grain, the fluttering flags, not of grain but possibly made of some sort of polyester syntesized plastic cotton hybrid made by moon men and sent telepathically to Oscar Myers to be branded on hot dog cases, in an inter-species attempt to boost sales of pre-pacaged meat substinces. The flag idea was just a diversion to keep the feds off their asses. The moon is probably filled with flags by now, after America put their flag on the moon every other nation was all like "bull--------shit!" some countries, sent their [something]nauts to the moon in an attempt to ursurp the American flag, but the grand ole'cloth was equipped with guns or maybe some sort of crude stabbing device and to this day piles of Ruskies and Spaniards lay at her supple feet in a failed atempt to ground their flag in the place what god said was Amurica's. god's a real dick, imaginary but dick none the less, I rufuse to capitalize god just because. I know all you dead christians are up there with Hitler shaking your fists at me and you living ones are probably condeming me and everything else to hell. Well guess what, you can go to heaven and hang out with jesus and mormons, I'll be in Hell Partying with Jimi Hendrix and Ghandi, so fuck you, christians... This leads me to my next pointless topic, spaming should be more like this, it's a much more constructive form of spamming then just copying penis boat \B=====D/ a thousand times and putting it on the internet. Although spamming is hilarious and always will be, there just isn't enough general diversity there. I want to see spammers comming up with creative new ways to make people laugh, and less interesting people bitch.

Do we have the technology to make peoples computers explode over the internet yet? I always see it in Movies and on TV but I guess modern technology just hasn't gotten around to it yet. It's really a shame, wouldn't it be neat if you were just working on a final or a thesis and then the screen went black and this laughing skull comes up? "What the fuck" you would undoubtedly quip, unawaress to the dawning dange. Suddenly big, green numbers appear on the screen, the first one would probably be 10, and by the time it got to 8 you would have figured it out, you would jump out your window just in time as your whole house explodes. I mean it would suck about the thesis and all your shit, but at least you would be able to laugh about it down the road. Roads are pretty cool, It's like people just said, 'hey? how do we get from one place to another?' They probably walked, but later on they thought 'how can we make walking more efficent?' Thats probably the time they invented roads, or maybe shoes. The point is somewhere down the road (pun?) somebody thought up the idea to designate and clear certain areas for people to walk along. I doubt this invention made the inventor rich, it would be hard to sell, 'how would you like me to smooth out the ground, in a long line, from your farm to the main market in town?' The farmer then probably chased him off his property with a pitch-fork... or a spear.

Once again stream of thought writing fails horribly. Writing in itself is a farce. A fucking farce, a big fucking farce, this is all that is going through my mind right now... let me just look around on the computer screen for more things to type about... does anyone actually print web pages anymore? I don't, there's nothing on the web worth printing, I guess I did it as a kid, printed out cheat codes or beanie babies or something retarded. I think that might have been the first website I ever visited, beanie babies or maybe nickelodeon's website, it must have been 96 or 97 I guess, I'm not afraid to admit I collected beanie babies as a child, I had like 4 of the one moose one, I was really into moose during second grade, plus those beanie babies were supposed to be worth a lot in the future, I remember that the hippo I had was supposed to be worth over a thousand dollars or something in the far distant year of 2000. Fuck that shit, remember tamagochi's or whatever? Those things sucked, all they did was shit all over their electronic home and then get sick and almost die because I wasn't paying attention to him every waking hour, we'll I'm not allowed to take it to school so what was I supposed to do? I also lost a lot of not electronic pets, guinea pigs and gerbils. I think I had a rather large graveyard in the woods behind my old pennsylvanian house. Why am I writing all this on the internet, these are things I'd rather not let anything know, let me just delete all the references to the weed I smoke... okay done, now no one will know... I see no flaw in this plan about no one knowing of my smoking of the herb that hits the curb, nope none... all right I never smoked weed until I was sixteen, sixteen years of no weed, what a waste, in fact I was vehmently anti-drugs up through middle school. My position laxed somewhere in 9th grade but I didn't take my first hit until sophmore year, and if there are any kids out there, don't waste time, go buy weed and smoke it right now.

What's the deal with bad words? I mean I can understand where some come from, like even on this website I can not write the name of the African nation west of Chad and east of Mali. Even though it's spelled with one g and not two, like the racial epitaph. Other words I have more trouble understanding, who decided that the word fuck was offensive, it's not even all that offensive anymore, you could probably tell your grandmother to fuck off and the old hag wouldn't do shit, I know mine didn't, but I doubt she heard me because she was dead. I guess one of the few words that is still offensive now is cunt, it's fun to say, say it a few times. See wasn't that cool? I forget what I was planning to say and this is getting old quick. So until next time, fuck off cunt.

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Trampalite

Too all you motherfuckers who can read this

Posted by Trampalite Jul. 25, 2007 @ 3:29 AM EDT

I dare you to prove me wrong, which is impossible because this is basically one of those stream of conscious things, I'm just writing bullshit to fill up the empty spaces, I really wouldn't suggest reading on, in the off chance that you actually come across my user page for some retarded reason, was it to find out all my dirty secrets? The people I've killed and buried in a shallow grave behind the train tracks? That a ridiculous and unfounded accusation and I demand an apology... OK thank you. It's actually a lot harder to write a lot of text then I had previously thought, perhaps it's because I'm typing and not writing it by hand, so the thoughts get into a kind of log jam, I'm not really a slow typist, I believe I'm above average, I've never really tested on how many words per minute I can write, I'll see when the clock hits one fifty four, okay ready?????????????? This is taking a while............. alright here I go these are going to determine how fast of a typist I am , I only have until the clock reaches one fifty five to know for sure and boy do I have nothing to type about, I'm going to get a lot more words per minute because I'm using I a lot, that's a short wor... Wow, 59 words per minute, I think I could have gotten a little more if I didn't correct my spelling mistakes but what are you going to do? I've got a nice body of text so far, If you're still reading this shame on you, unless you're me in which case look at what we're doing with our time? You should probably be studying instead of reading this John, you're going to have to pay for college no matter what grades you get and I don't envy paying it all off, you bastard. I have no paragraph breaks at the time of typing this, if I insert them later on that makes me a poser, but this one is completely honest.
Wow a fresh clean start, how wonderful, nows the time that I'd like to share with you all a poem I have not yet written, a man lay in a ditch/ he didn't move or itch/ he wasn't dead and done/ he was just passed out drunk along side highway sixty one.
Did you catch the Bob Dylan reference there at the end? I knew you would, in fact I think I'll listen to that song right now, hold one, even though you won't notice it it'll take a second.... all right, highway 61 is a catch old tune, now would be a good time to write every band I can think of that I like, in no particular order except what strikes me first.
Bob Dylan/ Bob Marley/ Pink Floyd/ Nirvana/ Pixies/ Aquabats/ Rage Against the Machine/ Led Zeppelin/ The Who/ The Beatles/ The Rolling Stones/ Blur/ Gorillaz/ Black Sabbath/ The Black Seeds/ The White Stripes/ Credence Clear Water Revival/ Smashing Pumpkins/ Dethklok/ Appleseed Cast/ Alice in Chains/ Anti-Flag/ Flogging Molly/ The Quakes/ The Ramones/ The Sex Pistols/ The Clash/ The inks/ The Knack/ Buffalo Springfield/ Johnny Cash/ Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young/ The Doors/ Dread zone/ Dub Pistols/ General Levy/ Incubus/ Infected Mushroom/ Helmet/ Jefferson Airplane/ Jimi Hendrix/ John Lennon/ Max Romeo and the Up-setters/ Modest Mouse/ Mad Professor/ Muse/ NWA/ Pink Floyd/ Public Enemy/ Rammstein/ Roots Manuva/ The Tea Party/ The Unicorns/ Queens of the Stone Age.
Well it's not a complete list but it's a good start, you've probably seen some stuff you think is lame, but even more likely you just skimmed over it, but anybody who can read this far is probably looking for some kind of slip up to use against me somewhere, well if you read this far you deserve it, here you go, I'm a racist, I hate French Canadians and Texans and Christians and Muslims, and Jews, and Buddhists, and Atheists, and Wiccans, and Nihilists, and Shintoists, and Hinduists, and Scientologists, and Pastafarians, and Paul McCartney and White Castle and Kansas and the Welsh and people in general. I do however enjoy marijuana and video games, in that order. Well I'm getting pretty tired of writing, it's well past two am now so huzzah, I went to the bathroom several times while writing this, I've been unusually thirty today and I believe I shall explode, I've drank Dr Pepper, Vodka, Coke Zero, Dr Phizz, Pepsi, Bud Light, Ice Tea, Coffee, and yes even water, but I'm still thirsty so good bye until next time.

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Trampalite

what the hell is this?

Posted by Trampalite Jul. 20, 2007 @ 3:43 PM EDT

Where is it going to show up I wonder

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