Week international

Jackson, Jackson, Jack, son

Hey you there. Yes you! On the computer. They say if you spend more than 3 hours a day at your infernal machine, blogging, emailing, surfing porn, whatever it is you do, you can develop symptoms like irritability, hostility, paranoia, self-centeredness, phobias and physical ailments....yeah right! Like those FUCKS know anything about me. Why should I give a shit about them? I’m all that matters. It’s my life. If I want to sit in my little office typing away because I’m too scared to venture into the real world, that’s my decision....Is someone watching me?...ow! My fingers hurt.

A year after they fired his ass, he’s back. Like one of those creatures who just won’t die, no matter how many machetes you stick in their skull, Phil Jackson is back to coach the L.A. Lakers and their star rapist, I mean player, Kobe B. Any guesses on how long before Jackson's fired?

Wacko Jacko is innocent. Great! Who didn’t see that coming? M.J. said, through his lawyer, that the accusations have made him rethink his kind-hearted nature. From now on, no one roams free at Neverland, especially when the liquor cabinets are unlocked. Also, Michael will no longer share his bed with anymore children. In fact, he also won’t fondle them, or kiss them or butt fuck them with his nose.....

you know what? I just want to say something if I may.....thank you.....ut..hem!

Sometimes I feel like killing the guy who just cut me off, or maybe just run down that idiot walking in front of my with his underwear at his armpits. Hey I think about what it would be like to just grab some chick off the street and have my way with her. I'd like to put a gun up some rich asshole’s asshole, steal from the elderly and give to the homeless, put my boss through a shredder, beat small squirrels to death with a baseball bat, steal from the homeless and give to the elderly, electrocute hookers and peelers, join in on home invasions, homicidal rampages, car-jackings, rape-pillage-rape....but I don’t. You know why? BECAUSE I’M NOT A FUCKIN’ CELEBRITY!

When it comes to justice giving you a slap on the wrist, the average person doesn’t get JACK! son.