Did you know this about your divorce?

My boyfriend is in the divorce process. Because he has kids with the bitch, they both had to go online and pay $40 to do a 4hour parenting course. I personally think it’s a bull shit idea. Why. Why must we pay another fee for another fucking program? He already had his parenting certificate, but that don’t mean shit to a divorce. Makes no sense to me.

I have to say this much though. Joe really liked the 4 hour video. So, if you gotta go through this your self, watch the video.

Nothing more to say.

The Next Chapter.

Ok, so here we go. That Cunt, once again.

Joe and I ordered something, and for some god damned reason it didn’t make it here. The post office decides to forward it to her.  Then this dumb bitch not only opens the package, she decides to tell someone what’s in it. This someone was the lady who monitors Joe’s child visits. She told Joe. I called the sherriffs dept.

I also raised hell at both post offices who had the package.

Still waiting to see where this goes.

I will beat her ass if I feel the need. And now she’s fucking with MY GOD DAMNED MONEY.

 I don’t like this shit none.

Onto other things.

I passed both my classes and I just started the next block of classes. My GPA is now 3.67. Not where I want it to be, but hey, that’s better than most people in this county. Guess I am doing good.

This one works!

Ok, in my search to find pineconeresearch i happened upon this one. It’s called cash crate. You only need to earn 10$ to get a payout. It’s easy. I made 3.15 in the first day and there are a whole bunch of things to get more. I have been a member of many sites, but this one works!

Ass Hole of the Week

This punk mutha fucka thinks he can make the decision for me to listen to certain things. I have this post up about the gathering of the juggalo’s and he comments…..

3 Responses to “Attention All Juggalo’s And Juggalette’s !!!”

 So this pisses me off because it don’t matter what I fucking listen to. And no I don’t listen to HIM. Too fuckin emo for me. I got a man who likes his country as well as my psychopathic shit. Kiss my ass. We are all free to like what we want. And just so he knows it, my Juggalo’s come first and foremost.

Fuck him. He easily earned this blog.

And a question arises……what the fuck is he even looking for a post with icp or anything juggalo if he fuckin hates icp so god damn much.

You don’t know this mutha fucka but we don’t want you to like us. Juggalo’s are born and we don’t need your fuck ass to like us. We are a family, not a fucking emo *cut my throat*slice my wrist* fuck wad bunch of groupies.

Kiss VJ’s NUTS BITCH!

I know what ur fucking problem is, you’re scared of the hatchets…are you protesting us?

God damn why does it have to be that I use the word razorbladekisses and it automatically means I listen to HIM. Fuck that. I used that word for a whole different reason. Watch your fuckin nuts dick-anus. You just might wake up wit em  pulled up through your skull.

Show a Juggalette respect. You don’t wanna tussle with a down Ninjette.

Oh before I go, I would like to put a notice to this punk bitch in hopes that he reads this shit.

Hey ASSHOLE:

I propose a challenge….

My Hatchet and My Family

VS.

Your Self loathing, self mutilation, self worthlessness,

oh and you can bring your razor blade if you like….. i could use it to

skin your nuts.

This trainwreck we are in.

Joe went to court today about that restraining order that “IT” put on him. Even though she stated that she had no laywer, that bitch showed up with two of em. CUNT. And Joe’s attorney didn’t feel the need to go. WRONG! He shoulda took his ass up there regardless. That mutha fucka has me hot too!

Joe will be under this restraining order for a year and “IT” got six months temp custody of the kids or until a judge says differently in divorce court. I know what you are thinking. But believe me it’s hurting this man tremendously. He loves his kids to no end. All he wants is his kids. She doesn’t deserve them. There are reports from when the oldest was taken from her because she split her head open with a wooden brush or spoon or what ever it was. Joe has always been the one to care for their needs day in and day out. He always made sure they were fed and bathed….all the stuff a parent does. I wouldn’t side with him just because I love him. I know he’s in the right on this one.

This shit isn’t fair to those children. That bitch has them both living in the same room. They are too old to legally sleep in the same room. Yes, there is a law against that here in Florida. She is also trying to have the kids call her new man “Daddy”. Now don’t get me wrong, if they were here they would be welcome to call me what they chose. But it’s not my place to be their Mom. I would do the best I can to be a good step parent to them, but I don’t think anyone can take a Mom’s place no matter what the situation. That bitch should know how much she is hurting her own flesh and blood, yet I don’t think she cares.

Joe has to go to St. Augustine to get supervised visits. She has the courts thinking she’s afraid of him. It’s funny how she will spit in the face of Mike Long, ( who is all of 6 feet tall or more and well over 200 pounds ) yet some how she’s afraid of Joe ( who is around a 5′5 and a lil over a hundred pounds ). This bitch is my size, and I am no small chick.  I know Joe is more than capable of getting psychotic, but so is Mike. So what’s the fucking difference?

I don’t think she really wants to raise the kids, she’s just doing this to hurt Joe. She would leave in the car and not come home for three days at a time. I would never have wanted to be away from my Ashley that long. I know she’s a worthless parent. The weekends that Ashley spent away from me damn near killed me. How could she want them if she does this? Not to mention she left 98% of the parenting up to Joe.

But that’s ok. I will take care of this in my own time. Those of you who know me, you should know that I abide by a strong Irish tradition. Nothing more should be said on that note. But believe me I will give her what she deserves. One way or another, maybe a long time from now, maybe tonight.

I will be damned if I let Joe get into any trouble over her. And if I can find a way to mutilate her fucking face where he won’t get in trouble for violating that god damn restraining order through third party contact……..so help me…no fuck that… so help her!

I can lay down. Can she? Hmm what a thought.

DON’T TUSSLE WITH A DOWN NINJETTE

Words of the wise my friends.

 And believe me, my Juggalo family is not only fresh but it’s huge. If I can’t touch her, I know people who will.

It ain’t shit, I could even pay a crack head a twenty rock to put her inches from death if I so felt the need. And you all know that I know all the dope boys and crack heads in this fuckin town.

God damn if words could kill. She woulda been dead weeks ago.

However, since the threats will be online from this point on…it won’t be me that touches her…not yet anyway. The only thing that will save her from me is her keeping the kids. As long as she keeps them I will push Joe to keep fighting and if I gotta leave her alone till it’s over I will. But once he gets his kids she’s mine.

Ok,

Now I would like to talk about Joe some more but on a different note. I love this man. I thought a few times before that I knew what love was. Well, I was wrong. Ever had someone ask you that famous question, “How do you know you love me?” or “What is love?”. I actually have the answer. It’s my own twisted lil way. But I told Joe that I know I love him because when I look into his eyes or kiss him or anything else my heart has an orgasm. Simple as that. Never felt it before. It’s unexplainable, and that’s my best description of how I feel about this man.

I know it hasn’t been long for us being together, but that feeling was one that I truly could not ignore and I know it’s real.

And he loves me in return. There has never been anything better in my life.

Bye for now.

My Joe.

Well. I am so happy with this man that I have neglected my blogs. Hell, I have neglected almost everything online except my college. And it isn’t far behind the rest. I barely get my shit turned in, but he does stay on top of me about my school work. He wants to see me succeed in what I do.

I just feel the need to let you all know how happy this man has made me. I am completely crazy for him and I adore him to no end. Believe me, I rarely adore someone. That puts him in a very high place in my heart. Not the highest place, but not far from it. Just being near him every minute is utter exstacy. We aren’t apart for long on any given occasion. He is always by my side and always more than willing to be affectionate and caring. This is what I have longed for, over years and years. I think I found him.

He shows me all the attention my heart desires and so much more. It never matters when or where. We can be at his Mom’s and Grandma’s and he will lean over and give me the sweetest kisses. He doesn’t care who gets to see it. Even when my Mom kids about getting the shotgun, he still does it.

I don’t have to demand his attention. And believe me I require alot of it, so for a man who can fullfill that and then more is great!

Now don’t get me wrong, that isn’t all he’s good for. He is unarguably the best lover I have had in years. (Quite possibly ever). I tell him every day how much I love being with him and he does the same. I can look into his eyes and see all the hurt he has been through and I just want to pick all the pieces of his heart up to put him back together again.

He leaves my past where it belongs, in the past. I can love him for that. I would say more on that but can’t at the moment. I would have to fuck someone up.

As I watch him do anything, I just think about how his every move is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I think about how much I would die inside to lose him. I think of how we will look together in 20 years. I think of how our possible children will be. There are so many things that go through my mind and I feel them deep in my soul.

What would happen if I lost him? I promise it wouldn’t be pretty, especially if it had to do with that cunt that he’s divorcing. I honestly would not be afraid to return to prison. I have nothing to lose. I hope she knows that. Actually I know she doesn’t know that. But trust and believe when I say I have nothing to lose, I mean it in the most serious way. Now, to my friends thinking I don’t care about ya’ll when I say that you are so wrong. I do care. But if you are one who knows me enough then you know how I am when it comes to my happiness. I will damn near kill~with no regards to anything else.

I am so tired of being lonely, yet, who the fuck wants to be with men who treat you like shit and beat you? I finally found one who I know I would be able to love and stay with my whole life. Don’t take him from me and you shall live. Live to see another day. Now, now, I won’t really kill anyone over him just yet. Only make a bitch wish they were dead. That’s all.

Maybe another month or so I would kill. Show a bitch how a Juggalette will split ya wig. TEST ME! Ya goddamnit. I mean you. I hope some sorry fuck finds this blog and shows it to your dumb fuck ass. Then I want you to come over to Joe’s and try me. Just once. Please! I promise it will be quick. Just get your fat nasty pussy self over here and try me. Hell, come over and try Joe or Mom or his Grandma for that matter. See what happens CUNT.

Ok sorry, not intending to scare off my beloved readers. Just needed to rant a minute.

So back to Joe. Ha! He’s wanting to see what fuck shit I gots to say bout that bitch….lol….he has to wait till I am done typin it . Any way. He’s great. A damn GOOD MAN! And that dumb bitch just let him go like he wasn’t shit. Now he’s mine and I just want that bitch to fuck with me. She already fucked up his truck. But believe me, her’s IS comin. Just let this restraining order get done with and she’s gettin hers.

I promised him I would be there every step of the way. And I mean it. YOU know I do.

there are new pics of us up on my myspace account. if you know me then go see them, i am on dial up at the moment so i can’t upload them worth a shit on here.

Ok so there is more to my love situtuation now.

Last night was great in so many aspects. That dumb bitch that we so angrily call “it” ( Joe’s future ex-wife) started some shit last night. Called the cops and hrs to their house. Dumbass! Any way all that came of it was nothing! She tried to get Joe for domestic abuse when all he did is yell at her. What a tard. The po-lice show up and do nothing cuz Joe never touched her, and hrs did nothing as well as far as I know. So he calls me on Shannon’s phone and tells me he’s packin his shit and leaving. Of course I sort of panic and tell him to get his ass to Shannon’s and get the fuck away from her.

Well he finally makes it to her house and I finally stop flipping out thinkin he went to jail. We chilled with my homies a while. Then Shannon left and then we ( Tony, Joe and I) watch a movie.

The best part was that he call ME! The next best part was that we got to cuddle all night and I got to wake up to a man I want to wake up to. It don’t get any better. And NO we didn’t scrump. I still stand my ground on that thing. His divorce papers need to be in before he and I go there.

 Funny thing is I had my face paint on ( Twiztid ) for hallowicked. And wuz ready to split that ho’s wig if need be.

Idiot of the week

Gosh, I sure would like to sell my illegal drugs…maybe the POLICE would like some. What next?

Kid dials wrong number, calls cops

please go to http://www.geocities.com/flamingpoptart to see the entire site.

This is my bestfriends web page, it’s updated weekly. This article is hillarious too so get on it !

Oh and sign her guest book too!

halloween joke

A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party. He doesn’t know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem.

A few days later he received a parcel with the following note:

Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a pirate’s outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be just right as a pirate.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his wooden leg and so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:

Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a monk’s costume. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and, with your bald head, you will really look the part.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head so again he writes the company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a small parcel and a note, which reads:

Dear Sir,
We have TRIED our very BEST .
Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses and a bag of crushed nuts. Pour the molasses over your bald head, pat on crushed nuts, stick your wooden
leg up your ass and go as a caramel apple.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co

Ass hole number one ( foriegn )

First attempt to show the world

what kind of assholes we have here…

not like you don’t know but hey why not check

it out anyway?

I would like to thank Shannon for the idea.   

  

  

  

Father killed family for being too western

By Nigel Bunyan

Last Updated: 1:58am GMT 22/02/2007

A father killed his wife and four daughters in their sleep because he could not bear them adopting a more westernised lifestyle, an inquest heard yesterday. Mohammed Riaz, 49, found it abhorrent that his eldest daughter wanted to be a fashion designer, and that she and her sisters were likely to reject the Muslim tradition of arranged marriages. On Hallowe’en last year he sprayed petrol throughout their terraced home in Accrington, Lancs, and set it alight. Caneze Riaz, 39, woke and tried to protect her three-year-old child, Hannah, who was sleeping with her, but was overcome by fumes. Her other daughters, Sayrah, 16, Sophia, 13, and Alisha, 10, died elsewhere in the house. Riaz, who had spent the evening drinking, set himself on fire and died two days later. Relatives broke the news to the couple’s son, Adam, 17, as he lay terminally ill with cancer at the Christie Hospital, Manchester. He died six weeks later. Michael Singleton, the coroner, recorded verdicts that Riaz killed himself and that his victims were unlawfully killed. Riaz, who had spent all but the last 17 years of his life in the North West Frontier region of Pakistan, met his Anglo-Pakistani wife when her father sent her to the sub-continent to find a husband. After an arranged marriage, she developed a career as a community leader in Accrington while he, handicapped by a lack of English, took on a series of low-paid jobs. After Mrs Riaz’s father died she “suddenly felt less beholden to Mohammed”, a friend said. “She started to develop her own circle of friends and allowed the girls to express themselves in a more western way.” She began to work with women who felt suppressed by Asian culture and many saw her as a role model for young Asian women.

Since you were interested enough to read all this…maybe you should go see shannon’s idiot of the week.

here is the link to her website.geocities.com/flamingpoptart

ok this may not be approved by the poptart

Shannon, may I humbly use ur idea for ” ” of the week? Or would you have any ideas for my blog? Hmm…Maybe ass hole of the week?

pix of me

Here ya go, some pix of my fuck ass! Just thought you might wanna know what the face looks like. lol.

me and yuengling

chillin

 umm….

 prison pic

 one of my many pieces of art work inked into my body

Need a laugh?….Just for shit’s and giggles.

Here’s some shit I found for shit’s and giggles.

 If You Could!   
 
     An affluent couple gets into an argument over dinner.
“If you could cook,” said the husband, “we could fire the chef.”

“If you could screw,” replied the wife, “we could fire the driver.”
 
XXX Blondes  
 
  What does XXX stand for in a porno film?
It’s the signature of the three blondes who act in it.
 
Dog w/o Wheels  
 
  Where do you find a dog with no legs?
Where you left it.
 
What do you call a prostitute’s children?  
 
  What do you call a prostitute’s children?
Brothel Sprouts!
 
 
 
  Other Things Mama Told Me…  
 
  Not to cuss.

Not to cohabitate.

Not to use that language.

Not to go in the first place.

Not to invest in Telecom stocks.

Not to date sluts.

Not to eat with my hands.

Not to drink from the filthy bucket.

Not to train octopi.

Not to beat myself with slotted spoons.

Not to mix plaids and stripes.

Not to wiggle.

Not to beat eggs for an omelet during Uncle Freddie’s funeral.

Not to save and collect my empty enemas.

Not to smell my feet.

Not to banish Captain Snuggles to the washing machine.

Not to lick the poison mushrooms.

Not to unlock the closet.

Not to wear her bras.

Not to “tickle the gator”.

Not to play with the children under the stairs.

Not to juggle the plutonium.

Not to smoke her cigars.

Not to seethe.

Not to let the dogs out, because she’ll know who did it.

Not to cry like a big, fat, hairy little girl.

Not to dance dirty.

Not to fiddle with my colostomy bag.

Not to get jiggy with it, or anything for that matter.

Not to tap on my brother’s iron lung.

Not to take candy from strangers.

Not to let Dad out of the closet.
 
  Deathbed Confession  
 
  The was a man who had four kids, all gorgeous, except for the youngest one, Craig, who was nothing short of gruesome.
While on his deathbed, the husband asked his wife, “Marie, tell me one thing. And please be honest. Am I Craig’s father?”

“Yes, honey,” replied his wife. “I promise you, Craig is 100 percent yours.”

“I can die a happy man. Goodbye my love.”

And the man peacefully passed away.

Marie gave a big sigh and said quietly, “Thank heaven almighty he didn’t ask me about the other three.”
 

Tard with a Tie  
 
  What do you call a mentally disabled person in a fancy suit?

Mr. President.

Dumb mama joke  
 
  Yo mama is so dumb, when her radio batteries were dead, she buried them. 

Two Black Eyes  
 
  A man walked into work on Monday with two black eyes. His boss asked what happened.
The man said, “I was sitting behind a big woman at church. When we stood up to sing hymns, I noticed that her dress was caught in her crack, so I pulled it out. She turned around and punched me square in the eye.”

“Where did you get the other shiner?” the boss asked.

“Well,” the man said, “I figured she didn’t want it out, so I pushed it back in.”
 

My best friends band : Moe Fugly

That’ s my best friend up there and here is her version of their band…..dead on too i might add.

If you live in the Palatka area and wanna see them or want more info just ask,,,,,

Or if you don’t live in P-town but near here let me know I might could talk em into a show in your area…..

This was a funny post I found on myspace

DUI in Florida
Only a person in Florida could think of this.From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in puntagorda,Florida after last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk.

The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other
patrons left the bar and drove off.

Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off–it was a fine, dry summer night–,flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons’ vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road.

The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the Breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said, I’ll have to ask you to accompany me to the sheriffs office. This Breathalyzer equipment must be broken.”

“I doubt it,” said the truly proud non-drinker. “Tonight I’m the designated decoy.”

ALL OF MY PROUD FUCKIN’ Florida FRIENDS REPOST THIS AS ” DUI Florida STYLE”