I Hate Telephones
Most of thes is directed at Gary. Why the fuck should it matter how I answer my phone? It's better than saying "hello", because every asshole on this planet says hello! If I want to pick up the phone and say "que pasa, senor?" I should be allowed to. Furthermore, Gary was suuposed to call me Monday to do something that day, and I didn't hear shit from him. All he does is hide behind his blog and personally attacks me like a prick! Nahh, that aint fair, Gary's cool, though I wish he'd stop bothering me about putting shit on this blog. Some poeple just can't think of fucked up shit every moment of their lives.
I think I'm supposed to say something about ants biting monkey cock or something...I support it. Whatever makes them suppress the thought of drinking their own urine is a good fucking thing.
I have a question for ya Gary, what do tough times demand?
posted by Monk Coppola at 11:34 a.m.
4 Comments:
you people claim to be friends but I don't understand. what is wrong with you people?
August 11, 2006 1:15 p.m.
Well, I used to hit my head on cement walls as a kid, and Gary..is just unstable. We are friends, but its a unique friendship that encompasses many of the antithetical resonances of our deep psyches. In other words, we like to tell each other to fuck off!
August 11, 2006 1:38 p.m.
Is coppola a real monk? If so: what kind of monk. Here down in Europe we have Franciscans, Dominicans, Benedictans, Cartuisers, Trappists, Karmeliets, Norbertijns,
August 11, 2006 1:54 p.m.
Bouddhist monk? Tussen haakjes if you're not a monk, what is the use of hating telephones? No use, cabron.
August 11, 2006 2:00 p.m.
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