Sick sick Bastards

alright, for those of you who didn't believe me about the whole sex thing with people coming here, i just checked. Some messed up mother fucker went and serched for what was it?... "xxx horse fuck young" and got my page, i don't know wheather i should disturbed more by someone searching for that shit or them coming to my site. people are seriously fucked up if they're into that kind of shit. holy fuck.
-Matt

An ode to the Fucktard

He's not just any old fucktard. he's the biggest fucktard there is, as a matter of fact he is THE fucktard. his name, Shit bitch, as i will forever more call him, no longer his other name, which will never be remembered, just shit bitch. well anyways, this little pile of dog feces is such a little baby rapist that he's forced the daycares in his area to spring for the spermicidal talcum powder. needless to say he pisses me off, but like the chicken shit he is he's all talk and just a nugget fucking little pansy ass bitch. so, it's jackass time for good ol' matt, he's made the list of people that i despies so much that i'll actually make a huge effort to just piss them right the fuck off. best part is, if he does anything else, i figure fuck it, and i'll beat he til his shit turns red and the only teeth he'll have are the ones that fell out in his ass when i jam his head up there. and i'm kinda hoping that someone that knows him will read this and tell him, because honestly the only warning he's getting from me is my fist connecting with his malformed chin on his herpes infested face. I think that i can easily say that i've really been itching for a fight, but i could only bring myself to kick the ass of a person that i truly believed that he deserved it...shit bitch deserves it...and quite honestly, i don't care about the consequences.
-Matt

Tralalalala-lalalala

I know I haven't blogged in a while but I'm working on a really big one for everyone's enjoyment.....even the blind, and the deaf. But anyway I'm standing here, in my spare that I have every other morning in the library in front of this p.o.s computer that my school forces us to use and I thought, hey why not blog? I mean I don't even have to have anything to say, I could just go along a stream of consciousness shit like that. So anyway, This next couple of months are going to be pretty big for me, April 1st my brother moves out and into the city, which is really good, it means that I will no longer be kept awake or woken up by the sound of my brother fucking his girlfriend, cuz his room is directly beneath mine, and she is very noisy, and my bro knows this but it raises a very good point, he asked me would I rather hear her moaning and groaning or him grunting and yellin' out "oh ya ride big papa daddy!!!!!" but anyways, he moves out April 1st and then I have the house to myself for the most part until I graduate, and then on July 1st I move in with my brother cuz my parents got us the apartment, really sweet deal cuz as long as I'm going to school they'll pay my rent, we actually worked it out and it's cheaper to get me and my bro an apartment than it is to get both of us vehicles, plus the fact that I still don't even have my learners license but that's a moot point. So ya, I move in on Canada Day and I have made it clear to my brother in no uncertain terms that when I am home, he will not be fucking his girlfriend, if I'm not at home, then that's cool but not in my bed or I told him to his face that I would beat him to death with my gap wedge. So ya I know I kinda went off on a tangent there but hey, it's stream of consciousness, what can ya do?

I despise essays

I really do! I mean I hate everything about them! Which is why I can't understand why I helped one of my friends write one (and by help I mean do it for her). So there I am at my friend's house being all sick like I have for the past few days and I assume she got fed up with my constant nose blowing and sniffing. Eventually she offered me some medicine for it, Tylonol Sinus it was, and me being me how could I refuse magic pills that will make me feel better? So I took them...I started feeling a little tired a bit down the line, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. It was about this time that she asked me if I was feeling tired at all, of course I was, and she told me she just realized she had given me the nighttime tylonol. So there I was, trying to stay awake fighting the drugs that are trying to put me to sleep. It was difficult I have to say, but I made it...I think. But all I can think about right now is that I tried to help her out of the goodness of my heart, without getting anything out of this and she repayed me by drugging me! The nerve of people!
-Matt

The smell of Rugby's in the air

what is that smell like? it's the smell of fresh blood, the smell of sweat, the smell of vomit, the smell of crushed grass, of water, and of torn up earth. It's the smell of being alive, knowing that for the next 80 minutes you're up against people that can be faster, stronger and smarter then you, you run in with the knowledge that no matter how good they are one hard hit will put them down. The rush of adrenaline when you go on to the field knowing that you're going to get hit and hit harder or go down trying. and it's amazing that after that 80 minutes are up, after you're bloodied and bruised, you want more, to go back and do it all again just for that rush.
-Matt