Know what I love?
Dropping 'F-Bombs'. You fuckers tell me it isn't fucking fun and a fucking stress-relief and you'll all be fucking lying.
'Fuck' doesn't offend me. I know it should and its supposed to, but it doesn't. I can't fucking help it! I just can't fuckin' let a word have any sort of negative grip on me. 'Fuck' to me is a positive word. It describes fuckin' greatness (well... dependant on a few factors, but ya know what I mean, fuckers...) and as I just fuckin' said, it makes me feel GREAT.
You fuckers can feel free to fuckin' ignore this post. I just have a bit of stress I'm trying to rid myself of and seein' as how people read my blog and give me hell over speaking my fucking mind, I have to find other ways to... like... publically vent.
So to sum up... Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck us all.
We shall be fucked!
-=The Prynce
"I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and you father smelt of elderberries!"
-Frenchman Taunter
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
-Sylvia Plath
5 comments:
BLah Blah Blah Prynce. Let it all out.
The solar and ghost weather thingy is kool.
love ya, Shannon
FUCK
How's THAT feel?
-=The Prynce
mmmm FUCK such a fun word. lol Let me stop being stupid lol. Prynce you know THAT feels. lol
Shannon
hey dude:
no one dies a virgin, life fucks us all . . .that seems very apropos considering . . .
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