Shout, shout, let it all out
Let's check in on KOM's scream therapy:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
AAAAAHHHHHRGGGHHHH!
PIECE OF DONKEY EARED TWATSCICLE!
GAFLUMPTION YARGORDEL!
TOE HEADED TESTICLULAR CELLAR!
SHIT STAINED BUKKAKE REJECT!
SUBTASTIC NOSE GOLD EATING FUCKTARD!
CHICKEN SHIT DUMBFUCK PIECE OF GRIDING GLEET!
It seems that things are still going well.
posted by KOM @ 10:21:00 PM
12 Comments
12 Comments:
MAN! I actually started laughing out loud when I began to read this. What is that condition where you cuss and dont realize it? Ever seen the lady from Duece Bigalow? That is what this post reminded me of.
Hope the screaming helped!
I'm sorry to say that this is much more shallow, and much more insidious than Terets Syndrome.
I just like to yell. And cuss.
But Tears For Fears have shown me the way, the skid-mark sucking oyster rubbing scrotum kicking granny-frenching butter bearing whack assholes that they are.
I think that I finally am beginning to feel better.
my favorite was definitely shit stained bukkake reject. its so nasty i almost want to see a picture, WHAT, who said that? Hope your therapy sessions improve.
you forgot "dicksmacker wankerface total pile of scumsucking dipwad"
:)
well, whatever.
I don't get it.
Is one supposed to shout alone (eg, at a wall), or at somebody. It makes a lot of difference.
Great list.
Well, I know I feel better now!
How do I EVEN know what the phuc Bukkake is?!?
This disturbs me greatly.
Thanks buddy.
Ah, who's the dork now Jerk of All Trades!!
Mwhahahahaha!
I tend to scream in my car where no one can hear me. It's great therapy driving behind someone who is not doing ANYTHING wrong and abusing the crap out of them, and they don't know a thing :D
(or so I think)
I think the Japanese have it right - they rent out rooms filled with fake Ming vases and priceless fake china sets that you can totally demolish until your gloomy sad angry PMS feelings go away.
I think we should institute a dodge ball game every Thursday afternoon here at work. There are several people I would love to hurl a rubber ball at.
Sounds like a lot of things coming out of my verbal tantrums this week having to hear about the ol' ex's wedding plans on my radio all week. One I would add is
MOOOOOOCCCHHHINNNNG SACK OF SH!TBAG A$$HOLE FOR BRAINS YOU SUCK MFER. Oh, and you're fiancee's a REDNEEEEECCCCCKKKK!
Whew. I feel better. My apologies for the outburst, I will now resume my ladylike composure and venture back into the blogworld.
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