Saturday, September 29, 2001
I gots my bottle of Absolut
shooting back Stockholm till I almost puke
the red in my eyes is deeper then the blood in my heart
a clash of blurry visions it feels like art
my veins are throbbing with anticipation...
for the next wise altercation.
got the gameboy advanced in my left pocket
got the Trojan in the other like a napalm strike without a target
I've never had to go on "Moral Court"...
act like a fool for sport
and be judged like a book
I don't have problems with the way you look
all this talk about hos in different area codes
false perceptions of life and it's many roads
religion is not a thing that I can get hooked on
it's about the here and the now and not when you're gone
religion breaths within you
energy of a greater power is within you
we all are the same in that aspect
everyone on Earth deserves that much respect
money is not the object of my affection
receiving a Lexus for my 16th was not an option
I'm tired of being told what I already know
You need to lose weight
You need to think straight
You need to get a mate
You need to turn fate
You need to get yourself together and stop bitching
Stop complaining to everyone else you know is not listening
I can't be what I'm not
I tried hard but I'm not
If you're so fucking well educated why not?
I don't know.
You think your so fucking smart so why not?
I don't know.
I think so hard about it that it hurts
My heart starts to ache when I flirt
nothing but meaningless glances
nothing more then viewing repetitive topless dances
I don't even try anymore...
I waved the white flag many times before
A flag that has been burned many times before
but I don't wave that flag anymore
I just don't care anymore.
Thursday, September 27, 2001
If I hear one more word about the GOD-DAMNED FUCKING terroist attacks on the world trade towers I am going to flip... Any member caught posting that material on Slurrey.com will be taken to Mikes house, Tied to a poll, and shot in the head.... Not to point my finger at any staff member(s) in particular..... It is old news, get on with your PATHETIC lives and stop posting CRAP... Try and find a nice fairytale, or perhaps the FUCKING PENTAGON..... People died there too ya know and nobody RANTS on and on and on about it... Jessus People we live in the land of the FUCKING FREE.... Go smoke some marijuana.....I'm sure it'll help your worries about terrorist's float away in a big cloud of smoke (Best part is, unlike a therapy session, it'll only cost ya about 5 bucks)....
Now for a different topic.... Apperantly it is fire-cracker season again... And all of the little teeny-bopers in high school like to get their hands on these dangerous explosive devices that provide a strangely addicting buzz when used.... But when used without the proper care and attention deserved, accidents happen... like the other day angela was walking down the street and my brother got a hysterical phone call from her, i believe her exact words were "SOME TEENY-BOPER JUST BLEW HIS HAND OFF..... OH MY GOD THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE.... HIS FINGER IS IN HIS NOSE.... OH IT'S ALL OVER HIM...." and I think she passed out right a bout there (Wasting valueable minutes on her cell phone i might add)..... Personally I am one of those ASS Holes that stands there, Points, and then laughs hystericaly... Quite frankly I would have liked to see that and wish I had pics of it to post...... Oh well, the point of the Story (And a True one at that I might add) Is that Fire-crackers are dangerous and can cause bodily harm.... And the Moral, well, let's just say you should always try and get it on film (disposeable cameras work great).
Overall... Do not post CRAP...
Post interesting Stories (Real or Not)... We don't care, As long as their Sick, Twisted, Or contain Sexual content and pictures...
And Last but not Least
-Terrorists are everywhere, Check under you car and in your mailbox, because hey... You Never Know.....
P.S. Don't let the Terrorists Bite ;)
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
I know I haven't posted for a while, I've been really busy lately with school and shit. But that's why we have so many staff members here, to update when I'm not around. HAH. No one else on staff (except occaisionally Kayla) posts on the main page really. So uhhh... anyone out there who actually is capable of posting something on here? Hello? I'm looking for a few new staff members to liven the place up!
Also I'd like to plug the site www.popyoularity.com, because I've read about this site in the newspaper at least twice, been visiting it every now and then, and just a couple of days ago I found out that someone I've been talking to on ICQ (Ashlee) is a co-founder of it! Very whoa-inducing. Well check it out, it's a really great site with a ton of cool bands on it and shit! Tremendous!
I will try to update here more often, but remember, right now school, studing, and eating bicycle tires occupy most of my time. Yeah all that studying requires a good source of Vitamin Rubber.
Sunday, September 23, 2001
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's song, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash those U-towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
American patriotic, yes...but I figured it wouldn't be offensive. :P
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Today I had no school, so I went up to SFU. I really had no clue how to get there and I was supposed to meet MC Rae at some bus loop. Well I was waiting at the wrong bus lop, and MC Rae was pissed cause he thought I had bailed. But then I bet he though "knowing Mike, he's probably at the other loop on the OTHER SIDE OF CAMPUS". So yeah that was pretty funny.
As we were walking around I saw so many hot beautiful fuckable chicks at SFU I was like "whoa". There was such a high ratio of quality pussy that I (or my pants?) could hardly contain my excitement. Now I know that I won't get lost at SFU I can always follow the trail of drool to retrace my steps. A plethora of ass, titties, ass and titties.
MC Rae had a 2 hour lecture class and I went in with him, and there was some guest speaker talking there about crime or whatever... I'm not really sure cause at the time I was mastering the skill of sleeping with my eyes open. So the class ended, and we went to the tutorial class after.
Outside the tutorial classroom I met Colene, someone I knew off ICQ who sometimes posts on the message board here. She was fucking HOT, wow. I couldn't believe it!! Shit man all these fuckable chicks at a university and only one penis. So then in the "tutorial" class (they should call it "fight" class) MC Rae was arguing against young offenders and stuff, while these 2 fucking AMAZING looking chicks sat right next to him and were totally agreeing with everything he said. Holy flaming shit they were hot, and in University being smart is actually a chick-magnet. Lucky guy damn.
So that was my trip to the land of abundant snatch.
Monday, September 17, 2001
My car had not been able to start without a jump since Friday night. A semi-brand new car with a dead battery when I never leave anything on (everything turns off automatically, including the interior light or alerts me if I haven't turned it off, like the headlights do) kind of made me upset, but whatever. It's fixed now.
I did not sleep last night. I didn't get done helping my sister with a project until around 1:30AM or so and since I had to be up at 6:30AM, I decided not to go to bed. If I had tried to sleep, I would not have awoken. So today after my whole fix-the-car ordeal is over, I accidentally crash. Apparently my stepmother and my sisters were repeatedly calling me on the telephone, which was sitting beside my head on the pillow, but I wasn't hearing it. My siblings sat and waited at school for almost an hour because I cannot be woken up by anything short of a Defcon 1 emergency.
Speaking of emergencies...if this country goes to war, I will lose my mind.
Thank you, please drive through.
Friday, September 14, 2001
Thursday, September 13, 2001
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder, two brothers torn apart by chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb.", "The third big war will begin when the big city is burning." - Nostradamus
First of all, that quote is bullshit. That quote was not by Nostradamus, but by a student writing an essay on him. Here are some real quotes:
Quote from the Koran
"Allah's fire will fall from the heavens to destroy the twin horns of the evil one and wipe the ungodly from the world"
Quote from the Bible...
"the two brothers will fall in chaos and the city of God will burn" is also from revelations plus it goes on to say "and the days of the last war will be upon the sons of god"
And let's not forget this:
Read the full story here.
And here are some more pics of sightings in the WTC tower smoke. Keep checking that directory as I will add more pictures as I get them.
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
My world, as an American, yesterday:
I live in Gastonia, North Carolina. That is about ten miles (16km) west of Charlotte, NC. I woke up yesterday at...ironically enough...quarter of 10AM. I get out of bed about five minutes later and my stepmother calls me and tells me to turn on the TV. I was shocked awake as I watched the first Trade Center tower fall. They kept playing repeated footage of the planes hitting each building. Flashing to the Pentagon and its disaster, my jaw dropped. During all of this, my local news stations started reporting that evacuations of Charlotte were beginning. Without knowledge of whether the worst was over or yet to come, people began to realize the significance of Charlotte and its assets. It is the second biggest banking city in the nation--second only to New York City. It has the biggest/tallest skyscraper south of Washington, D.C. until you reach Atlanta, Georgia...the Bank of America building--an international banking, financial and trading center.
So the world stood still in this area for around 6 hours. They grounded all commercial jets, shut down all the airports. I was stuck in my house, afraid to go into the city, watching the TV and getting more depressed, livid and scared by the minute.
The estimates of the dead have been many numbers, depending on who is making the call. I've heard 20,000 and I've heard 100,000+. Tens, even hundreds of thousands of people lost, all in a span of destruction lasting no more than 3 hours. It is unbelievable. I can just picture people walking the Trade District to work, seeing this, being rained on with soot, debris, even other PEOPLE. The New York City that this native New Englander remembers is going to be far different with FOUR stories of only ONE tower of what had previously been 110 stories on each of two, and forty four on a third...
And a CHUNK out of the Pentagon...the most sturdy and heavily constructed building in the US.
These are things that seem to have come straight from a movie, like many have said. Like munching popcorn and watching the head of the Empire State Building come crashing down onto a streetful of screaming people.
Except it's not entertaining. It's not even a movie. It's real. And it's scary, sickening, and tragic all at one time.
And there are only guesses as to who did it and why. And what may be coming next.
Ok that about at much silence as I can stand. Everyone knows what happened today, it's been on every fucking channel people watch, and is unforgettable, so I'm not going to bother describing what happened. Everyone already knows. It's really fucking disgusting that this could happen. Who the fuck would hijack planes and smash them into buildings? How mentally fucked are these terrorists? And how come no one could stop these mentally fucked people?
I was going to write something normal, but I'm fucking tired. I've been up since around 6 in the morning watching this, just in time for the second plane to hit the World Trade Center. It's been a long day and I'll have to write whateever I wanted to say today, tomorrow. Night.
PS the Ebay thing I posted earlier has been taken off. Maybe for the better, because it was in poor taste. They were selling pieces of the world trade center after it collapsed. It stated "some assembly required".
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Imagine how much pain it'll be for new yorkers now, everytime they see that huge hole in the skyline where the buildings once were, they'll be reminded of this.
"fine then don't talk to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"i hate yopu!"
"don't ever thalk to me again!!"
That was an actualy series of ICQ messages I got from one of the disgruntled people on my list. So yeah, I believe the entire ICQ team owes me a fucking blowjob for all the shit I have to go through sometimes. But with all the ICQ problems out there... I estimate they'd have gotten to sucking off around ICQ number 1154221 right now.
Sunday, September 09, 2001
Saturday, September 08, 2001
Friday, September 07, 2001
Yeah man just download page after page of the book and not have to buy it... but then who the fuck would sit there and scan every fucking page of a 400 page book? Hell I wouldn't spend that much time doing that if anyone PAID me $650. Then imaging having to print out all 400 pages to take them to class! Fuck man the paper and ink cartridges required would cost over $1000.
Now I know why people don't pirate books. It's just too damn expensive. Needless to say, I had to put some books back and get them at a later date when I have more money. Scrotumbiter.
Thursday, September 06, 2001
Wednesday, September 05, 2001
Kalen is back, with a brand new layout!!! Yes her 228374352nd layout looks pretty spiffy and boner-inducing, and she has some new shit up too. Everyone sure missed her though! Woao!
Amy is a hottie who lives pretty close by. She's really nice and really funny and her site is more fun than a barrel of bloodthirsty cow fetuses. It's huge it took my like half an hour to go through it all! Check out the fun stuff section, it's got some really funny stuff in it.
Tuesday, September 04, 2001
O is about basketball star Odin, who is led to believe his girlfriend (played by the ever-so-fuckable Julia Stiles) is cheating on him, and eventually he just fucking snaps. This movie was supposed to come out quite a while ago, but it was delayed because of the Columbine shootings. And after the movie was over the theater was totally silent. So obviously, it's worth seeing this great movie!
Well I'd better watch MY sleeping patterns, knowing how I sleep I'll probably wake up in a coffin 6 feet under the ground someday!
Monday, September 03, 2001
LuLu - She signed the guestbook, so she automatically rocks. She has a really good site, is pretty hot, and she loves me.
Bomb2k - Fucking awesome site featuring their own original videos, music, and skits. Really good stuff. And I learned that donkeys kill more people a year than plane crashes... who would known! Check it out.
Suzi - I think I linked her before, I don't remember! But she has a new layout, and knowing all the pedophiles and perverts that visit this site (see post below), I dunno if this is the right thing to do! Awesome layout, it may be hard as hell to navigate but it looks damn cool! Who knows, maybe she'll link me back, someday!
Slapass - It's all about content right? This site has nothing BUT content. And good content too.
UDAHO - Pimp Goddess (Triste) used to post at the SZ forums a few months ago, and I checked out her site and it's totally fuckin gone wild! Sometimes she post the kind of stuff you laugh at really really hard, then remember it later on and unexpectedly laugh really really hard again, probably in a public place where everyone will think your a crackhead!
We're getting an average of 600 hits day now, which is pretty satisfying. So how do people get here? Well, the majority of them come from search engines, while they search from some pretty weird search. From our stat tracker, here is some stuff that people have searched for and found Slurrey.com:
"young nude indian couple doing intercourse"
"Gay grandpa naked" (HAHAHAHAHA!!!)
"Indian grabbing her hair"
"Whip Cream contest pics"
"Violent shit vagina" (ROFLMAO!!!)
HAHA fuck we have fucked up visitors. Anyways the most popular pages on this site are: Images section (even though its not up yet!), the Videos section (woohoo!), the slurrey show section, the jokes section, the webcam section, and the Field Trip section!
So MC Rae has now left office, so I guess I really should change the poll too! Will MC Rae ever be back? Perhaps someday, but no one truly knows for sure! Time will tell. Yeah and I also have to get those pics of the new VP DiscoStu72 being sworn in office.
In other news, pheends.org was shut down because one of the webmasters (Theeph) got into a car accident. This coming pretty much right after the whole Kalen thing (you know, the standard "take a regular webcam image and stick a cock it" sorta thing). Anyways Cherryfluff.com is down, and now Pheends.org is down.... karma works in funny ways, but no one deserves a car accident for something like that. Anyways get well soon Theeph.
I'd brag about my new laptop now, but I'm to tired to even brag properly. So maybe tomorrow when at least half of the 5 remaining brain cells I have AREN'T asleep. Goodnight.
Saturday, September 01, 2001
In other news...
Vice President B.i.g.K has told the press and fellow Slurrey citizens that "if we want to see an end to the aggressive relations between all Slurreyites, those living in the South, or the war waging on in the middle East, then we all must choose to develop a more peaceful style of living."
The audience of about three hookers, 4 old people and a couple of night club owners nodded and clapped with enthusiastic agreement.
"You see what we need to do is listen to more classical music. Have you ever listened to 'Requiem' by Mozart and felt good about yourself because of it. It made you feel smart didn't it? Well that my friends is the reason behind all this anarchy. The smarter people and I use this term vaguely, feel threatened by the Jocks of society, or the 'unenlightened ones' if you will. What matters most to me is if we can all just get along then we will have a much better time getting to know each other better."
VP B.i.g.K went later on to say that he felt somewhat intimidated when he was apparently threatened by Hell's Angels cyclists who threatened to steal his 67' Indian Harley Special.
In response to these menacing actions the VP has declared Martial Law on Slurrey until the Hell's Angels situation is dealt with personally.
I live in an office cubicle. No, I'm not kidding. When I went away to university in Virginia, a state to the north of my family's residence in North Carolina, I lost bedroom priviledges. LOL. I'm the oldest of five kids in this house. One of my sisters got my room, the other got my brother's. He moved into the bedroom that they used to share. I had another brother in Orlando, Florida living with his mom. He had wanted to come live with Dad for years and finally did while I was gone. He and my other brother share the big bedroom now. This house has four bedrooms. Yeah, so that's fun.
My parents are going to add on to the house, they are going to break ground on that project in two weeks. Until then, Kayla is bedroom-less. I came back down here to recover from a lovely previous year. That story is a little too long to tell. Anyway, I come here and my parents aren't going to reject me to the street or anything, there's just no private area for me to live in right now.
My stepmother is this freaky creative person. She gets all kind of Martha Stewart-esque type ideas for everything. I now have rented office-cubicle walls separating part of the downstairs open family room, with shower curtains shielding the rest of the area from the ceiling to the top of the wall. It's all really kooky looking but it works. It's hilarious. It's also a mess because I really don't have any place to unpack to without a real room, closet, set of dressers, etc. But it's pretty cool nonetheless.
Yeah, Mike likes to randomly harass me on AIM, as you can tell. I've pondered doing it back, but the thing is, I don't know how. I can't say random shit like that because then I'd be speaking his language and it wouldn't be the same "what the hell" effect he gets from me. I think I'd have to talk to him in terms of quantum physics or multivariable calculus for said reaction. *shrugs*
So while you lucky ass Canadians don't go through the alcohol hell of Americans the same age as you, I had to do without the heavy mixed drinks last night because some kind of law-enforcement investigation bureau was at my hangout last night monitoring ID checking and underage drinking. Tonight, however, is a private party with booze so those people can kiss my ass.
Hello, my name is Kayla and I'm an alchoholic.
I am Slurrey Guy: my penis is chasing me
Lilliah 24: why is your penis a separate entity from the rest of you?
I am Slurrey Guy: it escaped!
I am Slurrey Guy: help me!
I am Slurrey Guy: it usually kicks my ass!
Lilliah 24: Um, put it back in your pants
I am Slurrey Guy: it won't fit remember? 72 feet long?
I am Slurrey Guy: I need an anacondom
I am Slurrey Guy: Muzzle it before it kills me!
Lilliah 24: Why do I have to do something about it? :-P
I am Slurrey Guy: Cause it likes you!
I am Slurrey Guy: Only you can tame the beast