I like to write things
In a sweet haiku rhythm
check out my wordage
Conquered yet again
please save us america
go fuck my fake life
- France (circa multiple years)
here is the plan jeff
club that bitches knee real good
this plan is air tight
- FMFL Tonya Harding/Nancy Kerrigan/Jeff Gillooly/George Steinbrenner apparently
I fucked a woman
who said she didn't have aids
that bitch lied to me
FMFL Magic Johnson
Monday, April 27, 2009
Miracle?
Look, this might be a little off-topic, but Jesus spent a shit-load of time around lepers, washing their feet and whatnot. Is it really that surprising people would think he was dead, and then he'd walk around with a chunk of meat missing from his side?
Marley
Today I was in contention to win over a million dollars in a golf tournament and my twin brother, Marley, tricked me into letting him play in my place. He still thinks his 15 handicap means he shot 6 under par. FMFL. Charley Hoffman.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Random Musings of the Day
So it was 1 am the other day and i was mildly hammered. As I am walking to my front door I see some guy who appears to be lurking in the shadows. Creepy I thought, then again I don't exactly live in the best neighborhood. But as I am looking at this potential burglar/gigolo/baby seal clubber, he steps out of the shadows and what do I see??? A fucking chihuahua. One of those crazy talking taco bell dogs that aspires to someday be adopted and, soon thereafter, neglected by Paris Hilton or some other young socialite that has the attention span of a 5 year old.
All random ranting aside, this got me to thinking. If I were a burglar, I would sure as shit get a puppy and bring it around with me. Think about it, people see you walking around at night with a crowbar, that's pretty suspect. BUT, people see you with a puppy, they don't even notice you're holding a crow bar and that plasma tv you managed to jack.
Cops show up? No problem. .. "Hi officer, just taking little Rupert here for a walk. Oh, this crowbar? I ran out of plastic bags and I figured I could use it to pick up his poo. You have a nice night too officers. " Done and Done.
It's like a puppy has some magical power akin to that Harry Potter invisibility cloak. Except unlike that little bitch, I would use my power not for good, but for good purposes. Namely, furthering my career as a burglar, and getting girls out of their clothes. Because lets face it, puppies are to girls as boobs are to guys.
Moral of this story, don't come home drunk and see some guy walking his dog because you will end up spending fifteen minutes of your life writing a mostly unrelated story about it that no one will ever read.
CW
All random ranting aside, this got me to thinking. If I were a burglar, I would sure as shit get a puppy and bring it around with me. Think about it, people see you walking around at night with a crowbar, that's pretty suspect. BUT, people see you with a puppy, they don't even notice you're holding a crow bar and that plasma tv you managed to jack.
Cops show up? No problem. .. "Hi officer, just taking little Rupert here for a walk. Oh, this crowbar? I ran out of plastic bags and I figured I could use it to pick up his poo. You have a nice night too officers. " Done and Done.
It's like a puppy has some magical power akin to that Harry Potter invisibility cloak. Except unlike that little bitch, I would use my power not for good, but for good purposes. Namely, furthering my career as a burglar, and getting girls out of their clothes. Because lets face it, puppies are to girls as boobs are to guys.
Moral of this story, don't come home drunk and see some guy walking his dog because you will end up spending fifteen minutes of your life writing a mostly unrelated story about it that no one will ever read.
CW
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
"Hey guy in the next stall! Can you see my foot? Can you see it in your stall? Hello? Hey, can you see my hand under the stall divider? Look dude, I'm not gay, but will you please just look at my foot so I can put your penis in my mouth? I'm going to fuck you, a man, here, in an airport bathroom, with your penis in my mouth. Look at my foot!" Sen. Larry Craig
"I can't wait to tell everyone about the new direction I want to take in life. I mean, I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music, along with really writing . . . for too many years now. Ooh I better write that down. As soon as I clean this shotgun, the whole world will forget about my music, and start to recognize me for my real true love - trick shooting!" Kurt Cobain
"I'm just gonna chug this whole bottle of NyQuil so I can sleep all the way through the flight to the pentagon. I mean Los Angeles. I wonder why I just said pentagon?" Passenger six, Flight 77 American Airlines.
"Come on baby, no rubber tonight. What's the worst that can happen?" George Bush Senior
"Give me back my hat, Steinberg, or you'll be sorry!" Hitler, age 6
"Come on baby, no rubber tonight. What's the worst that can happen?" George Bush Senior
"Give me back my hat, Steinberg, or you'll be sorry!" Hitler, age 6
"Boy, I sure am excited for my soccer match. I even wore my lemon pepper marinade skin moisturizer, to make it extra special. All we've got to do is finish this darn flight over the Andes mountains, and it's game time!" Peruvian soccer player. In case you don't get it...they crashed in the mountains and ate eachother.
The Adventures of the Unfortunately Named Dr. Jeremiah Cuntburger
I can remember it just like it was yesterday. We had just lost the big homecoming game. Everyone wanted to buy this young Cunt a malt-shake. "Hey, great game Cuntburger!" they cheered. "You really cuntburgered that guy on that last play!" Sam yelled. Sam had termed my signature move the 'cuntburger,' which is why he used it in the past tense. The soccer team had never hosted a homecoming game before, but the football team was killed in a fluke pie eating contest....but that's a whole other story. Anyway, I was the goalie. My signature move, the 'cuntburger,' was allowing the other team to score a goal. And I used the 'cuntburger' a lot. Sara Vagbadger asked me to share a bananna split with her, but I just ended up splitting her with my bananna later that night. I knew she was the one. She was going to be Mrs. Sara Vagbadger Cuntburger.
"well, it happened again. the 'lost boys' held me down and raped me hard. it's just impossible to come up with a happy thought when you have a mouth full of Rufio. FMFL. Peter Pan."
"Well, it happened again. Peter pulled his pants down and rolled around on the ground, 'begging' us not to take advantage of him because he'd 'snorted soooo much fairy dust'. FMFL. Rufio."
"Well, it happened again. Peter pulled his pants down and rolled around on the ground, 'begging' us not to take advantage of him because he'd 'snorted soooo much fairy dust'. FMFL. Rufio."
The Meaning Behind FMFL
So, many (probably nobody) of you must be wondering, what does 'FMFL' stand for? What's this blog all about. Does it stand for Frank Mark Fred and Linda? Fuck no you moron....put your head on straight. Well, does it stand for Fantasy Motorsports Franchise League? Of course, let me just get my revolutionary flags out and paste them all over my Ford F-750 and go muddin' out in the sticks. And while I'm doing that, I'll be keeping track of my Fantasy Motorsports League that I care so much about.
Well, the reality of it is FMFL stand for Fuck My Fake Life. It gives us (Davy, Curt, Sam, and Dave) the opportunity to write about pretty much whatever we want and put a famous name at the end of it to attach some meaning. Haven't you ever thought, boy I wonder what Calvin and Hobbes were thinking when:
"Mom, I 'tripped' and fell on Hobbes again. Can you help me get my penis out of him?" FMFL Calvin
"Now I know why you started that 'No Slimy Girls Club'." FMFL Hobbes
Get it? Good.
Enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Well, the reality of it is FMFL stand for Fuck My Fake Life. It gives us (Davy, Curt, Sam, and Dave) the opportunity to write about pretty much whatever we want and put a famous name at the end of it to attach some meaning. Haven't you ever thought, boy I wonder what Calvin and Hobbes were thinking when:
"Mom, I 'tripped' and fell on Hobbes again. Can you help me get my penis out of him?" FMFL Calvin
"Now I know why you started that 'No Slimy Girls Club'." FMFL Hobbes
Get it? Good.
Enjoy the fruits of our labor.
FMFL
"Today, the Germans stormed my secret hideout. Now I'll never finish my diary. FMFL. Anne Frank."
FMFL
I think things are finally starting to turn around in our relationship with the white man. Today we shared a giant feast and they even gave us these great blankets as presents! FMFL, Native American.
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