so dad. you read my blog huh.

i dont mind if mom reads this, because, hell, she has her good moments. few and far apart as they are. thing is, i TOLD her about this blog because i owe her a lot. just like how i TOLD my friends and other family members about lauhan-loong.blogspot.com because they are nice, enjoyable people.

for YOU though... i didnt tell you because.... well... im just gonna let this following little note speak for me.
















































kiss my ass you fat shit : )

ive no FUCKIN idea how you came to know about this site. IM thinking you snuck up on me while i was blogging(because i hate paying attention to you and your utterly unfunny "jokes", chances are your so bored you just eavesdrop on everyone else for something to talk about) and just went hey my son has a blog i didnt know about! let me inject some meaning into my pointless and obese life by reading it. who knows, maybe one day hell write about what an awesome dad i make!

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surprise surprise lard face.

nothing here but scorn and general ridicule directed at your sad person. you can take your hypocritical, pompous self righteousness and SHOVE IT you dumb prick. lemme let you in on something: when i went into acjc, right off the bat, i promised myself i wouldnt grow up to be like you. cause, lets face it, you SUCK as a person. your EXACTLY the type of kid id beat up in school just for being so damn annoying.

hahahaha im laughing at the stupid look your probably wearing right now.

im gonna get scolded(actually, im expecting a lot worse) for this, im sure, but GOD its worth it.

and so dad, to end this little passage dedicated to you, and the AWFUL job your doing so far as a parent...

FUCK YOU! : D

ahhhhhhhh that felt good.

hey!!! its my ONE HUNDEDTH POST!!!! AWESOME!!!!

to celebrate this monumental achievement, i will buy lunch for the FIRST person who calls me and says "congrats on the hundredth post!". im just a nice guy that way.

anyway, its late now and i have work tomorrow. good night readers.

Eminem's Sing For The Moment

Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me now, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away