Young Savage Singing Along to Flight of Conchords

inner

inner city

inner city pressure

Karate Kid

Happy weekend, weenieheads

Friday Afternoon: A Slice of Dome-Piece

American Killers on the Tube

Independence Day (the Movie)

The Man

His soul

Apathy

When you just don’t give a shit anymore…

Perspective

The Boston Red Sox Are Gay

After the 3rd time through In Rainbows for the day, I have to call it quits. Holy fuck that CD is ridiculous.

Choice songs, by my ear, would be Nude, Arpeggi and Reckoner.

I placenta-dump on you faggots for one reason, and one reason alone. To piss on the gayest team in baseball, the Boston Red Sox. The Red Sox are hands down the weakest, gayest piece of shit ball-licking group of homos to walk the earth since Dank’s JV soccer team in highschool.

Living proof that Boston Red Sox will always be the weakest team ever.

Monday Butt Crumbles

Let the week begin.

What’s up with Stoney’s Bucks? I traded Bulger for Garcia this week and I must say it was a good trade. The giants play tonight and I hope they win for Roughty, but I want them to lose because of Dank. Although they’ll probably win (non-savage) Dank’s Giants still eat butt crumbles.

Speaking of butt crumbles I can’t seem to get a hold of Stoney. I tried to call a few times and have come to the conclusion that Stoney is too busy (having gay virtua-sex with Dank) to answer his phone

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I’m really enjoying all these recent posts about the Stoney crew’s embarrassing moments. I have a few that I would love to add but I must refrain due to Stoney’s crazy rules.

Cheer up, Dank.

There really isn’t, Dank.  But, may I suggest you…

Total and Utter Gayness

I would just like to say, under my still empowered administrative status by being faked chopped, that his blog has turned into total gayness.  I am at a crossroads with this pathetic undertaking for i see the negativity of the bl0g escalating from friendly banter to total gayness. 

 My main issue of the blog is the great ‘rulers’ of the blog thinking that this is some grand forum of dialogue that ‘sheds light on pseudo non-issues’.  non issues is the operative word in the blogs subtitle.  It seems that some have taken it upon themselves to believe their own visions of grandeur (remember mine) and act as if this blog is something more than a cyberfart in the buttcheeks of the web.  While the internet is bigger than jesus, i assure you, we are not. 

 What i think i do not understand, but really do,  is how to balance these visions of grandeur and calls for a great crusade with the petty bickering, jibing, and total gayness.  Get your shit straight.  No one holds us up as anything, we are just a bunch of schmucks putting in our one cent in the novice labyrinth of the web.  I’ve heard for calls of the discussion of more weightier issues followed by non-committal granny pantying and insensitive attacks on not only the writers of this gayness, but also the readers of this gayness.  If the readers are so gay, then why is their such concern with their attendance?  acknowledging their presence by negativty and fagginess shows the care for their attention.  I, Dankknuggets, really do not care for what the others read of me.  My sole purpose on this blog is the simultaneous communication with the writers.  To me, this blog is only the meeting of friends in a pseudo smokey room. 

However, i will address the few and the proud:  See dear readers, we are only a bunch of insecure gaywad weed heads that believe that we are great though we act like we are not and cannot legitimize our insecurity with this false power.  There is no power other than the word.  We all want to inflict some change on the world because of a selfish desire for a world more in tune with us, but we participate in the very thing we hate.  This makes us totally gay.  Forgive my gratuitious use of the word gay.  Though derogatory, i have no qualms or negativity toward homosexuals.  Anyway, if you met anyone of us, we would be total assholes until you proved yourself as a worthy individual.  This would all happen while we begged for acceptance and rejected the idea of it.  So, anyone who does read this, know that we are all gaywads.  If you’re searching for answers here, then don’t.  The answer is blowing in the wind, on the face of the stranger you buy a mocha chai latte from, the innocent smile of a child, the scowl of immature dickwads like us, the dirty bum sleeping in the gutter, the bmw driving businessman, the farmer, the stock broker, the porn star, the priest, the murderer, the executioner, the homosexual you fear or adore, the hipster musicians wearing torn gucchi leather jackets, the real musicians, the adult with bladder control problems, the beautiful woman, the ugly lady, the fat person, the anorexic, the popped collarers, the squirrel, the robin, the land developer, the tree hugger, the polimagician, the activist, the mother, the father, the brother, the sister, and most importantly–you.  We are all a family.  We must work together to do anything worthwhile. 

To the administrators of this site,

A Petition

You faggots are not giving due credit to one of the most popular posts of all time.  it should be revered for its popularity in its huge number of comments as well as how well it brought  the group together.  Hail Mary, Fools of Grace should and will be entered in the top posts and included in the hall of fame.  Its made for the most comments  and it was a true tour de force of humor, introspection, scathing satire, symbolism, figurativenessivity, and oh lord of the blog, we won.  put that shit in there so everyone will forever know the true champions and the sorry loser who was emasculated in his failed quest of glory.

Dankknuggets