Man Who Sold The World

"Get on your knees and tell me you love me."

Fuck Danity Kane & MTV Add at will

You gotta diversify your bonds, teddy bear.

So I'm on MySpace this evening and I get this message from a gimmick account (yes, apparently even Myspace has gimmick accounts) "Mother Jan" or some shit and the email is rather strange. It says, "Bend over and spread those pretty BUTT cheeks for me whore." I'm already knowing it's probably a prank, so I go along and proceed to send in a rather seductive "scat" picture straight from the Leena library, to which I get a reply; "Yeah, get all that out for this anaconda bitch". I'm at work and really didn't want to continue on with this NSFW intellectual conversation and responded saying so. Then I get a rather odd picture of me going to my car which was no doubt taken before I was going to work. So, I ask, "which one of my friends likes to watch me from afar?" and I get no reply. Finally, about fifteen minutes ago, I get the strangest message: "Robert Bailey from (gives exact address of where I stay), I don't know any of your friends, I just know my calling is to bring you misery and I will do so and have my revenge with your severed penis on top of a hill, raising it high like a mad wizard you peice of shit. See you under your fucking bed... I'M COMING TO GET YA!!!" Oooookay. Now, my friends don't have A.D.D to my knowledge and would probably call me instantly cracking up. None of my friends have this much patience to keep a joke going. So I'm wondering if Marty Wright got mad because he was released and decided he'd track down little ole me for a punishing or I have a real life fatal attraction. Even if it is a stalker, why would they go through such trouble to create a gimmick account? It's actually pretty entertaining, but I'm wondering if I should be fearing for my life here. Comments?

This needs more redneck jokes. Stat.

That MTV promotion has ZERO chance of being seen again.

The traffic I get at my place is ridiculous. My roommate is freelance, so his work schedule is up or down. At some points I come home and eighteen people are in the house smoking, drinking, or whatever. Our door is never locked because we don't exactly live in a dangerous area. So anybody could have left that shit there. Could be coincidental or could be a message from "Mommy Jan" or whoever the fuck it is. I'm just trying to peice together this puzzle.

Felonies?

It'd be lame if it were a joke. But I think it's lame because it's not.

So I'm not dead, but there was a lava lamp in my room and it wasn't there before. And chocholate pudding by my roommates bedroom door. Weird. Whoevers playing this prank is dedicated, but my accounts are cool... for now. In all honesty I got kind of creeped out going to my car today and even now at my desk I'm waiting for something to pop out and shock me or some shit. But at least it's keeping me on my toes. Is he following some kind of movie or prank book or something? Because all this pudding and watching me go to my car shit is fairly new and pretty cheap, I mean, if he's going to kill me, he should just get it over with. Unless he's documenting everything on film for some movie.

Glad I got my tickets for them at the Wiltern early. After Axl Rose introduced them on MTV they sold out pretty fucking quick (and the Wiltern is small). Should be a good show, and uh oh yeah, the CD is dope.

And Justin Credible stole his gimmick.

So the whole "You can't miss the first 10 minutes of RAW" was a "dark" match and Edge/Cena again? NIICE.

I just got back into playing Extreme Warfare Revenge. Recommend a good scenario or one of your favorite years to play. I normally don't bother with WCW or WWF(E), it grows tiresome because there's too much talent and I'd much rather snag the good ones (talent) through a bid war anyways. Your help will be greatly appreciated.

Let me toss my hat in out of sheer curiousity.

No Hardcore Discussion? Choco Socko? Meh.

200 offenders in my town, and about twenty peder-asses. Oh joy.

Now that was a fucking good Awnuld flick. Fuckin' aye, man that brought back some memories.

He was already banned. Too legit to quit?

I don't post hardly enough to get banned, nor do I get involved enough. I just have tiny little impulses to put out useless posts and see what happens with them. Bah.

"If Only" - Hoobastank, Queens Of The Stone Age

I'm a PLAYARRRR!

It's "Talk Like a Fucking Pirate Day" at my job. FUCK Talk Like a Pirate Day. ARRRR!

My vote goes to the 70's. You have disco, the afro, menage a trois, clubs, drugs. I mean you've got a long list of shit that was either discovered or glorified in this decade. And it left the 80's with alot to build on.

Yes Yes I did. Sorry I got mad.