hello? is this thing on?

wow, i was wondering how long i could sit here and stare at this empty box... its been awhile now. i had planned on having this done by 10am but that didn't happen. not sure where my brain is or where its going today.

this one time in church camp

pretty much a crap weekend, well friday night was fun well until i puked on my shoes but that was all part of the fun right - right. there is like a million funny ass pictures on my camera - at least there are none of me passed out on momo's front porch. what is it about her house that i always seem to either pass out on her porch or puke on myself, or combinations of the two. i also some how managed to ride my scooter over there (its a very short distance and tim was in front of me and fish behind me) for fish's heroics he got my squrril shirt. i doubt he can even fit in it he too muscally.

i never went to band camp but i did go to church camp once.

come sit with me

dont be afraid its only moonlight

don't answer it

HI
my name is patrick
or pappy
incase you missed that
by the name of the website
but more than likely
you already know me
because i am so cool
and popular
all the ladies love me
i wear steal radialed sweatpants
and velcro shoes
im so hot - i could be cuba
im so illegal i should be prison
i do tell the truth
more than the president
but not much more
i think sex with george bush would be awesome
i would hurt him
he would love it
i would video tape it
and sell it to cspan
c me span this fucker
today i like hamsters
tomorrow i don't think i will
RECAP
hi my name is pappy and i like hamsters

blue remains

wtf mate....

stir fry pudding

i wonder what ratio of people who come here to read vs the people who come here to look at pictures is. i think if i stumbled upon this site i would first loook at all the stoopid pictures then be like man this doods photos are kinda boring except for that really cool closeup of his broken tonsils, then of course i would start to read these stupid posts and be like wow this dood has issues or really likes to talk about scooters coffee and imaginary super models. i bet he gets laid LOTS, i would also like to point out that he loves to talk about himself in the 3rd person. after i did all of that iwould realize that i kind of have a crush on this silly fucker, so i would send him a nasty email describing what i would like to do to his naked dead torso o wait thats a different story or website (i was just reading an article on dennis cooper - so thats where that came from) im not all that sick or twisted - i like my orifices warm moist and alive. Jesus we have made a wrong turn someplace. REverse. So yes stir fy pudding, i would send mr pottymouthpappy my moms old recipe for some of the worlds bestest award winning stir fry pudding, rumor has it that martha stewart put a hit out on my moms because she wanted that recipe so bad. i hear thats one of the reasons why pmp has imaginary super models.

it all comes out in the wash

i like days i can wear camo shorts to work. its that kind of day i tell you. today reminds me of (my wish by solvent) good track. nice and bright with a little retarded slowness too it. wait that describes me too. jeez. look at all the punctuation. its raining dots up in hur. weird weekend kind of but really not so much. yeah that makes a lot of sense does it not. i was in the mood not to be around anyone, which i started after friday night, because friday night was just weird. crazy scooter adventure like 8 different bars and a few houses tossed in with microwave burrittos and that was my night.

Play Day

beef
jerky
is
my
friend

big boy

its a great day out - so um stop looking at this computer screen and get outside and do sumfin....


this is kyle and kaleb - kaleb is the smaller of the two kyle is the one with the sideburns. they both are happy in the sunshine so you should be too. so today i declare it NO TV FOR YOU at all, no lounging i declare it, no saying UMMM IM BORED. yeah do something good...

8 gridley loop

this is where i live
i live here
in this place
like my orange rug
i have an orange space gun too
just in case those aliens get to crazy
i blastem
i need to make my bed
i keep my pirate face on the wall
you never know when you will need to
pillage for booty
arrrrrrrrrrrrhhhh
time for rum

Hate TV

i got 2 emails right in a row, one from john kerry the other from papa john's. weird. one giving me pizza coupons the other giving me a mission to vote or do something like that. i signed up for his mailing list awhile back, well during the election. but most of his mailings really miss the mark when it comes to me. umm i really don't care much about half the crap he thinks i should support, sorry john i would rather have pizza coupons. papa john should run for president, better ingredients better government.

Freeburg

i saw pigs playing in the sunshine in freeburg, it was great, they was happy, i rolled down the window so i could hear the oink oink oink oink. they was happy lil pigs.

Pixel Furry

hi

i


am

leaving


today



bye bye

make money with your blog

blogs make money - umm the only keywords i would see coming up on this pile of shit would be something that little boys and girls could not click on. some of that nasty pron that rules the red light district of the internet, which is most of it really. its retarded i tell you, one of these days we will get paid to have keyword advertising in our speech. fucking popup bubbles will come up while we talk. click here for more information on whateveritisyoujustfuckingsaid. i love it. i hate it. i can't fucking et enough of it. im just bitter that google hates me and sends so much shit traffic to my other website, i swear someone uploads a photo with a weird name and fucking 9000 hits later i have to take the fucking thing down because every other asshole on myspace has stole the code for it, and its usually some lame ass joke picture anyway. ok done bitching no idea why that came out of there. so ive been doing this working out thing me and 6000 robots are trying to get buff, or at least work off some of those mcnuggets we love so much. anyway we get our whole super gay dance routine down (workout schedule) and yesturday they go and change all the machines on us, upgrading, no more of that old shit just the new shit now. so like what the fuck, i have to learn all these new moves and try to dance like the cool kids. (i really don't dance, its just so much fun hanging out in a room with a bunch of sweaty dudes grunting, its like group sex without the sex) but these new machines are like space age and shit, so me being the fucking retard i am took me like an hour to figure them all out. and now i fucking HURT, yes the new space age machines either do a different but better job or they just suck that much more. i just need a stunt double, that way he can work out and i can sit at home and eat hoho's and play with my penis. maybe i should just figure out some more complicated and strenious jerking off methods, i could have fucking abs of steel in a week

sun shinin over hazard county

i like squeeeky guitar noise. its awesome. it helps reeeleeeve my sinuses. i keep going away from this window and i keep forgetting im supposed to be typing here instead of working and looking around the internet world. so days its amazing how lost you can get on the internet and really have no idea how you got there in the first place, of course they had to put that fucking back button in. i wish i had a back button sometimes, especially when i say shit i shouldn't. el footo in el moutho.

i am working on series #2 of the potty prints so if you have a special one you like a lot let me know and i will narrow it down later this month and get them up. YEAH FORSHIZZLE MY NIZZZLE.

one of us is dead

blogger seems to be a little slow today
smoking too much blog crack
that or some mexican hackers got ahold of it in protest
do me a favor
don't cry to me
im tired of sad people
go make yourself happy and quit trying to take me down with you
i ain't goin motherfucker i ain't
alright enough of that bullshit
if you are sad and have no idea why then YOUR FUCKING DUMB
hows that for ya dr phil
OH MY LIFE IS SO SAD
at least your not dead - - - now shut up and do something besides BE A BITCH

---- i am not angry at anyway - don't take this shit out of context like you love to do. just smile and enjoy the sunshine - turn the fucking tv off and get out of the house and do something, be productive, smile, don't complain, laugh it off

I can't Find Myself

i took sunday off from doing anything important i just wanted to hang out with myself and listen to music and do some cleanin - laundry - and capture all those dust bunnys in my room, they multiply like crazy. my house = DUSTY. fucking dust buster himself would have a caugh a few up before he got done with that fucking place. i have yet to actually do any dusting but i got all the stuff up in my room ready to go. also my version of laundry is wash socks and undies and t-shirts then the rest of the stuff i hang up and fabreeze. i smell fresh and clean today, even though really i am not. but who really cares if my trackjacket is a little on the dirty side, i like dirt, it don't hurt, most of my jeans have never been washed, i air them out after bar nights, again with the fabreeze. so whey am i telling you that i am dirty, well hell i don't know, must be the dust all up in my brain, well i am going to go look at nasty pictures on myspace and play with my dirty penis and dusty balls.

its o5o5o6

so like i was sitting here just typing and when i started reading it i was like wow thats like really bad poetry, who the fuck do you think you are, i for one kind of hate poetry, i think i just hate the words poet poem and poetry. i just like to string words together and see what comes out.

oh yeah its a friday, i just remembered that. cool no work tomorrow and tonight is first friday so that means scooter riding all over downtown and looking at art. good thing i brought my camera to work today and my scooter.

tonight i shall attempt the flaming drunk jump. so line up bitches and get ready im goin way over your head.

i WAS a prophet

its hard to be cool in preschool.


gloaming

n : the time of day immediately following sunset; "he loved the twilight"; "they finished before the fall of night" [syn: twilight, dusk, nightfall, evenfall, fall, crepuscule, crepuscle]


scoot·er
n.

1. A child's vehicle consisting of a long footboard between two small end wheels, controlled by an upright steering handle attached to the front wheel.
2. A motor scooter.
3. A flatbottom sailboat with runners that can skim over water or ice.

what goes down must go up then down again then up then down again

silly rabbit



tricks are for kids















:)

blood clots

its nice the sun is shining... old dirty decided to come to work with me today - he was like daddy i want to go to work with you daddy i want to go to work with you - so i was like come along ol dirty we shall go to the place of which i work. he got a new spark plug the other day so he is very happy. plus i cleaned the gunk off the engine or well some of the gunk - his prior owner didn't care to much about his gunk being removed a few times a year i think some of this gunk is original 1975 gunk. this gunk could have seen my mom and dad make me - this gunk could have seen me as a boy playing in the sand box staring at that scooter saying one day you and all your gunk will be mine, but until then i must build a tunnel for my gijoes to hide, they have to secure the area before tonka can come through and clean things out. then ol dirty would smile. then i would smile. like today we smiled going down the street even though he has that little clinking noise which i have no idea what it is so i declare it not important.

you want some cheese with that whine

do not inflict yourself on me