You have a bunch of cracked-out hoes fighting over Flavor Flav, the king of funk nasty. You have to wonder what in the hell must be going through these women’s minds to have to want to hook up with him. He’s nasty! I would rather hook up with some of my relatives in a weekend than with Flavor Flav. Of course, it would have to be a long weekend filled with tranquilizers and alcohol – in mass quantities – but, point being said that that scrawny man is funky. Don’t let the clocks or Viking hats fool you. The show is already entertaining enough as it is but I believe that it would be even better if the producers were to throw some blind contestants on who have never heard of him. That would be great.
Chase BrooksTags: humor reality-tv flavor-flav nasty
Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise.
Has it?
Tags: life belief poor short solitary nasty francis-rawdon-moira-crozier banalities brutish hidden-mysteries hobbe-s-leviathan miseries
To Gran, “strong medicine” could be good or bad, just like the laxatives she was forever
talking about. Good for makin’ the mail move smooth, but too much and you shit yer
brains out.
-strange angels
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Sink,” I mumbled.“What?” the nurse asked.“I think she said ‘drink,’” Preya said.“Sink!” I yelled.They hurried me to the small washing area near the rear of the clinic just in time for the stainless steel sink to catch the chicken soup that refused to stay eaten. I heaved and heaved until I had nothing
left to heave, and then some. Preya held up my hair while the nurse rubbed circles on my back. My entire body convulsed. After the trembling stopped, I lifted the tap and washed out my mouth.“When did I eat carrots?
Tags: sick nasty paranormal-ya pukeing
I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
J. Cornell MichelTags: innocence kindness happiness reality world humanity people human-nature live human living happy crazy yourself brain humans apocalypse apocalyptic craziness zombie mental-health brains integration mean mental-illness realization living-life zombies innocent kind post-apocalyptic creatures like head nibbling nasty realize zombie-apocalypse nasty-people mean-people integrating zompoc little-nibble nibble
Here, most of the men step to the side of the road, drop their drawers, and go when ever the mood strikes them. They’re beyond disgusting,whipping out their willies like weapons.The soldiers make jokes, hold pissing contests while comparing sizes,and think its hilarious.Personally, I could do with a little less hilarity.
Julie ReeceTags: guys nasty manly-contest
Really?" [Catarina] said when he opened the door. " Two years and then you come back and don't even call for two weeks? And then it's 'Come over, I need you'? You didn't even tell me you were home, Magnus."
"I'm home", he said, giving what he considered to be his most winning smile. The smiling took a bit of effort, but hopefully it looked genuine.
"Don't even try that face with me. I am not one of your conquests, Magnus. I am your friend. We are supposed to get pizza, not do the nasty."
"The nasty? But I-"
"Don't." She held up a warning finger. "I mean it. I almost didn't come. But you sounded so pathetic on the phone I had to.
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