I don't know whats Gerard Celente have to say about this and the despicable state we are in, is David Hasslehoffs destruction of that cheese burger indicative of the collapse that will lead this nation to Food Riots?
OK....Have you been here? Tell the truth.
Here's the short version:
Here's the long version. About 6 minutes. Talking with his daughter about doing his show tomorrow, and he's drunk.
This long version is a lot more funny than that short version. He's slurring his words, spilling the food all over himself and spitting and gurgling.
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain


I don't know whats Gerard Celente have to say about this and the despicable state we are in, is David Hasslehoffs destruction of that cheese burger indicative of the collapse that will lead this nation to Food Riots?
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
No. I've never been a pigeon chested douche bag millionaire, who couldn't handle his booze.
The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.


Yes. And my wife has pictures. One of them has me sitting on the floor leaning against the fridge passed out with half a sandwich in my hand and a bowl of baked beans between my legs. Ironically enough she keeps it on the fridge like a childs fingerpaint as a reminder of what a piece of shit I become when I get shitfaced.
Everybody wanna be a bodybuilder but dont nobody wanna lift this heavy ass weight. R.C.
Not me.


hell yes...I love to drink but alcohol does not love me back so I don't do it anymore.
I remember one time in San Diego when I was at NTC we spent the whole day drinking down in TJ. when I got back to the barracks I passed out on the crapper for a while, enough to make my but/legs no numb so I couldn't walk. so I did the low crawl down the hall to my room almost made it before some guys came back and caught me, and dragged me back to me starting point. not a good look for the duty section leader..![]()
I train differently than most, my beef is with gravity the weights on the bar are just the medium...Thanks to Wall Street your slice of the American Pie has been reduced to a crumb.
My brother in-law was a longtime member at golds gym in Boston and he would see this douchebag sometimes float in when he was in babewatch back in the day. He would float around sticking out his chest like he was billy badass and hardly do shit in there. Funny stuff, wish I was there to witness it.
Another douchebag that would goto his gym was Mike Quinn. While he would obviously workout, I heard he was the biggest egotistical douche to walk in there at any given time.
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yeah this is nothin lol.... this is a quite one..
Through every dark night, theres a bright day - pac

Never been that way on alcohol. My body laughs at alcohol. But, GHB on the other hand, turned me into a mess. Hell of a drug I say. 2 caps had me in the gym lifting like a machine. 3 caps turned me into a cerebral palsy patient having a seizure.
“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”


I train differently than most, my beef is with gravity the weights on the bar are just the medium...Thanks to Wall Street your slice of the American Pie has been reduced to a crumb.

That was a hard drug to locate in Alabama. I have only had the pleasure and honor of doing LSD once durign my freshman year in college. I dropped it, and went to work at Hibbett sports. Everything was fine until I had to ring up a customer. I was not prepared for the massive breakdown of crucial cognitive abilities required to understand concepts such as currency, numbers, and just exactly what is cash register, really? I told every customer that came in that the cash register was broke and to please come back later. UI looked outside and the trees were dancing in place, and the only thing in the world that I wanted to do was to go outside and dance with them. Most of my life is unremarkable and unmemorable, but I will remember that day for the rest of my life. God bless that wonderful drug for giving me that.
“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”

“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”

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That's fucking awesome!
So many cries of inequality stem from one of group
of people doing little or nothing and then bitching
about another group that actually does something
to improve their lives.


Mescaline is the way to go....yes very much so, lizards walking backwards, skulls on the walls, stars wiggling across the sky like a flag waving in the wind, stop lights glowering redder than demons eyes burning through your soul....then oh shit I was somewhere else and now I remember here I am sitting outside of this rave club and someone has asked me a question..."Is today Halloween?" who is this person and why are they talking to me wait I know this gargoyle he is a friend and you start to follow the wrong crowd and your friend who is supposed to be watching over those of you on the ppoison grabs you by the shoulder and hands you a bottle of air, or at least that's how it feels as you chug it down and feel nothing but your stomach expands.....in that moment you realize we are in a fish bowl, the air is water but just like fish we don't perceive it as such, our air is like outer space to them.....
Yes mescaline is the way to go, much more sporadic, like chaos theory in motion and earth bound, yet universal....
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012


I train differently than most, my beef is with gravity the weights on the bar are just the medium...Thanks to Wall Street your slice of the American Pie has been reduced to a crumb.


I was laughing at prostitutes as we walked down the sidewalk one time you know how they cake the make up on, especially the base. It looked like the felt of muppet skin so I thought they were all muppets and just started laughing......
Imagine seeing women like this walk up and ask if you want a date while tripping on 4 hits of rainbow acid....
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Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
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