Damn I'm apparently still pretty touchy...some little shit on myspace sends me a message asking what type of person that claims they like punk joins the Army and then proceeds to call it lame, like I'm som fucking copout. I mean any other day any other time I wouldn't give a shit. but in my current state of mind I seriously want to hunt this little fuckshit down skull fuck him then bend him into a fucking pretzel and skin him alive. I have every intention of releasing all of this negativity tomorrow at the range, but for some reason I dont thing 200 rounds of 12 Gauge shotgun shells is gonna cut it
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so are you gonna come to our mardi Gras party saturday, with a name like Voodoo you gotta love New Orleans lol :o)