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VOTE WEBMASTER FOR PRESIDENT 2012 (SO THAT FILTHY HALF-BREEF NEGROID HAS NO CHANCE OF RUNNING THE SECOND TERM ONLY TO RISK HIMSELF FROM BEING TORCHED ON A BURNING KKKROSS)!







THE TRANSCENDANCE TO A PINK LAYOUT IS THE FINAL MANIFESTATION OF MY EXTREME HOMOSEXUALITY I'VE WORKED SO HARD TO REPRESS ENTIRELY THROUGHOUT MY MISERABLY CONFUSED LIFE! I CAN'T HIDE THIS MY BLATANT HORMONES ANY LONGER! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS STICK YOU HOLY FUCKING FAGGOTS?

DISCLAIMER: IN ORDER TO FIT IN WITH EVERY OTHER HALF-ASSED LAW-ABIDING PUSSY-ASS ALBUM BLOGS OUT ON THE NET, I WILL HAVE TO REMIND ALL YOU PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENICS THAT I DO NOT HOST ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE BUT MERELY REDIRECT YOU TO LINKS OF RIPPED ALBUMS THAT SOMEHOW MIRACULOUSLY PRE-EXISTED ON THE INTERNET DUE TO STRANGE FORCES OF NATURE. PIRATE THESE ALBUMS AT YOUR OWN CONSEQUENTIAL RISKS YOU FUCKING COWARDLY METALHEAD FAGGOTS.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

BACKSTABBERS INCORPORATED - Kamikaze Missions

1. Before
2. You Brought This on Yourself
3. I Don T Care How Many Times You Ve Seen Fight Club. You Are Not ...
4. We Attack at Dusk
5. Four Stars
6. Priests in Boys, Cardinals in Denial
7. Distortion, Please
8. Ask, Answer
9. If You Can See the End, It's Already Over
10. Even Slaves Will Be Swimming in the Blood of the Iron Fist
11. Burn Small Talk to the Fucking Ground
12. Voorhees, Krueger, Myers and Bush
13. Like Virgin Vinyl...in Bed
14. Film Noir's Got Nothing on Us


BRIEF REVIEW:

NOTHING BEATS SITTING MY FAT ASS AT A STUPID FUCKING PAY-PER-SURF COFFEE SHOP AND UPDATING MY SITE BY FILLING THIS SHIT UP WITH ZIPPED UP VIRUSES IN ORDER TO RUIN YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKING COMPUTER... SECOND TO ONLY YOU! I LOVE THE SMELL OF COFFEE, AND HOBOS STIMULATED ON CRACK EARLY AT THIS TIME IN THE MORNING! ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PLACE A PIECE OF ROCK IN MY POCKET AND CONVINCE THEM IT'S A DIMEBAG OF CRACK AND MY DICK WILL BE ORALLY PENETRATED WITHIN THE MATTER OF SECONDS!

I LOVE SELLING OFF MY DIGNITY TO THE RANDOM FRIENDLY PEDESTRIANS ON THE STREETS, EVEN IF THEY ARE FAT, REPULSIVE, AND NIGGERISH. I CONSIDER MY FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD IN THE BRONX A VERY SAFE PLACE TO PLAY LACROSSE LATE AT NIGHT, ESPECIALLY THE STREETS WHERE I SEE VEHICLES RUSHING BY FROM THE SIRENS CHASING. THE BULLETS FLYING GIVES ME A NEW OBSTACLE IN THE GAME TO DODGE. SOMETIMES I'D LIKE TO ASK MY FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURS WHETHER THEY'D LIKE TO PLAY THIS WHITEST-SPORT-IN-THE-WORLD WITH ME, BUT I GET A LITTLE NERVOUS WITH FACE TO FACE CONFRONTATIONS. SO I KNOCK ON THEIR DOOR TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM I'M FROM AN ORGANIZATION IN NEED OF FINANCIAL DONATIONS LIKE A DOOR TO DOOR SALESMAN. THEY ASK ME WHAT ORGANIZATION I'M FROM, AND SINCE IT WAS CHILLY THAT NIGHT, I COUGHED THREE TIMES BEFORE I COULD ADDRESS THE QUESTION. HOWEVER WHEN I COUGHED THREE TIMES, IT SOUNDED AS IF I WAS SAYING K, K, K. THEY QUICKLY RAN THE FUCK INSIDE THE HOUSE AND PULLED A SHOTGUN BEFORE SHOOTING ME IN THE DICK. MY FUCKING DICK!

NOW I HAVE TO PISS OUT OF MY ASSHOLE FOR THE REST OF MY FAGGOT LIFE YOU PITIFUL NIGGERS

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