goon is my fruity friend
Monday, April 24, 2006
12:51PM - ne\
I have started a new community for all those in favour of shooting basil zemplis, so join up if you want to.
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
WE HAVE NOT TRENDY CLOTHES,
WE HAVE NOT POPULARITY,
WE HAVE NOT HICKIES,
WE ARE THE HAVE NOT CLUB
degrassi high, series one
(i am so in the have not club for life)
i hate university fuck everyone in their fucked up shitty little mind frames fuck them with a passion and give me my 4 litre friend. my sunnyvale fruity lexia. anyone at ecu mt lawley i am going to start a goon club up on campus, look out for flyers, because i found out we can apply for guild funding as a club! so fuck everyone i want my amenities fee back in the form of a silver bag. we can sit on a blanket amongst the grassy knolls and sip gently on the sweet fruity tipple that makes all the big, bad lecturer's words go away and makes me feel nice and numb and nice and good and fabulous! yes yes yes. we could hire out a lecture room and "conduct information sessions" where we get pissed and watch dirty 80's movies like the labrynth and back to the future muh ha ha
Thursday, December 22, 2005
i never ever thought i would ever say this....
but i think i may have found my new most favorite place on earth in concious dreams in amsterdam i am absolutely in love with the atmosphere there and wait for it the TEA i love the tea more than i like alcohol i drank more tea than alcohol the entire time i was there... i do not know how this has happened.........................
Sunday, December 4, 2005
WE ARE ON SOME WEB SITE PROMOTING ALCOPONE CIGARETTES LAST NIGHT... HA HA BUT ANYWAY TOM HAS GONE TO BED AT 4 AM AND ME AND HEATHER/ALI ARE STILL AWAKE IT IS NOW 6 THIRTY AND TRYING TO LOOK AT LEZZOS.. ALI IS TRYING TO PICK THE LOCK ON THE BACKPACKER RECEPTION DOOR TO CHANGE THE MUSIC IT SMELLS LIKE CIGARETTES IN THE COMMON ROOM AND LOTS OF PEOPLE DROPPED OFF THEIR SHEETS AND I DONT KNOW WHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Thursday, September 15, 2005
FUCK ASS CUNT CUM GOBBLE OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
*insert mortified scream*
i am 21 tomorrow i have no more sleeps left because i don't expect i shall be sleeping at all tonight before my 21st i can feel it creeping up behind me like goobledy gooks and hefalumps
well at least i get to have an awesome party
who else would think up having a
"SOCIALITES AND SODOMITES BALL" for their 21st????
who else constantly daydreams of smut filled antics and filth fueled angry words?
no more sleeps left i have used up all my sleeps of being a juvenille shit shit shit shit shit
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
uggggggghhhhhhhh i have to go teach children next week high school children.. when all i want to teach them is to funnel goon and roll joints which means i have to restrict my language selection insert mortified scream god ughhhhhhh children I HATE UNI!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
shit fuck cunt tit just incase you didnt know!!!!
hah ha i offended a drag queen during his act by shouting out what a pigdog he was suck shit bitch!
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
You Know You're From Australia When...
Your next door neighbours can be from Tunisia, Israel, Indonesia, Japan, Zimbabwe, Iraq, Brazil, Spain, Malaysia...
The community is so concerned over the fact that muslim women can't use public swimming pools because there are men present that they have female-only periods.
The Greeks and Mexicans next door ask you over to have a barbeque.
You don't actually use the words 'sheila' or 'shrimp'.
You sleep with Aeroguard on.
You're wearing a cap emblazoned with 'Get A Dog Up Ya.'
You feel obliged to spread salty black stuff that looks like congealed motor oil on bread and actually grow to like it.
You actively dislike Americans, but watch their TV, eat their food and worship their idols.
You think Tall Poppy Syndrome is a national condition.
Democracy means the freedom to draw caricatures of John Howard.
Your idea of a lethal weapon is a slug gun.
The closest you ever got to going overseas was your packet of 5 Days In Rio grundies.
A posh meal = an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The term "musical instrument" also extends to wobbly bits of ply-wood, hand saws, gum leafs and combs.
Your most offensive curse also doubles as an exclamation of awe or amazement, like, "fark orf!"
All of your internationally famous people don't live here.
You think footballers dressing up in drag on TV is funny (but your son being gay isn't).
You relish test cricket - the longest, slowest game in sport (and that's not even counting the replays). After all, what else gives you an excuse to sit on your arse for five days, watch TV and sink piss with your mates?
You don't drink Fosters, but you let the world think you do.
The only thing better than beating the Pohms at ANY sport is giving them shit for it.
You love, adore and admire a particular team/sportstar/actor on a winning streak - until they lose. Then they're just crap and 'past it.'
You can compress several words into one - ie 'g'day', 'd'reckn?' This allows for more space for profanities.
You favour either Holden or Ford - or a souped-up WRX with new kit and a bootful of subwoofer.
Driving down the main street/beach road playing bad techno is your idea of a perfect Saturday night / Sunday arvo.
You make kooky films, sometimes about wayward road trips (across the outback preferably). Quite a few are crap.
You know all the words to Khe Sahn but not the national anthem.
Your nickname ends in 'a' or 'o'.
You have a customised stubby holder.
Your soap stars become pop singers and move to the UK.
You've ever used the words - grouse, tops, ripper, choice, sick, rad, exo, ace, wicked, ballistic - to mean good. And then you place 'bloody' in front of it when you really mean it.
Your cooking apron has plastic breasts on it.
The "Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi oi oi!" chant has been a religious experience in the past.
The blokes at the local gym think your weight training is an opportunity to ask you out on a date.
The big national sporting events are men-only.
Your politicians believe than sticking the prefix 'un' in front of your nationality is an effective way of making you sit down and shut up.
Our mantras are 'fair go for all', 'mateship' and 'little Aussie battler' - but we still publicly condemn those with different viewpoints to us.
The barbeque is a male-dominated arena. And the women do the salads.
'Fair go for all' excludes indigenous people.
An eight-hour trip to go camping for the weekend isn't out of the question or excessive.
You take pride in living in a tolerant multicultural society but firmly believe that all Poms and Kiwis are fair game.
You insist on asking every celebrity who steps of an aircraft what they think of Australia. If the response is not overwhelmingly positive, they should be subjected to immediate public ridicule.
The private lives of footy and cricket players become more important than local and national news stories.
Slick pick-up lines like 'Wanna shag?' and 'Carn, show us yer tits' can constitute male-to-female conversation.
You say 'no worries' quite often, whether you realise it or not.
You realise you have no Bill of Rights.
The first thing guaranteed to get eaten at parties is fairy bread.
So that's the special ingredients that make up an Aussie - whatever your taste.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Austrailia.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
|Your Drag Queen Name is: Connie Lingus|
CUNT FUCK TIT I HATE UNI SLUT FUCKER SHIT SHAG BOLOCKS UP THE ARSE AND OUT THE URETHRA FUCKING CANKERS STUPID SLUT FUCK GRRRRRR TRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
The public sphere has essentially been an arena for debate on public affairs and society. Out of these meetings of debate in the public sphere, "public opinion" formed and became the context in which politics was framed. Public opinion is a democratic outcome of much discussion on an issue raised in a public sphere. Although the public sphere never included everyone, and by itself did not determine the outcome of all parliamentary actions, it contributed to representative democracy. In 17th centurary it started as a space where the powerful bugeous showed opinions to everyone. In traditional Western 18th centurary civilization, the public sphere was a place people could talk as equals (class, status, race, age, gender etc. were not factors in the communication). Rational argument prevailed, and the goal was consensus. Anyone could argue with anyone else, and the collected assembly acted as judge of the wisest direction for society to take. Now in the age of technology the Internet has been considered as a form of public sphere, it allows through the anonymity of chat rooms, message boards, e-mails and web-sites etc. the nessessary equal platform required for a public sphere. However the Internet is not an ideal form of a public sphere, identity is mobile and changes from day to day therefore a rational consenous is difficult to reach without a physical sense of identity. And since a consensous is difficult to reach it cannot become a democratic platform, as ciztens are represented by politians in the political sphere and by journalists and the media in the public sphere. Public opinion on the Internet is a comodified resourse, people are paid to take surveys or companies buy information from other companies.
Economic developments were vital in the evolution of the public sphere. Habermas emphasizes the role of capitalist modes of production, and of the long-distance trade in news and commodities in this evolution. The public sphere has become a commodified environment through the use of adverticements and other economic gains associated with the Internet. For example the pop-ups, banners, spam e-mails that all scream at a user to “CLICK ME” and the user information that is sold and bought by capatalist companies to attempt to sell products or services to people. Information is bought sold and mediated by outside forces for capatalist gain. And due to Australia’s high rate of Internet availability information webs and databases become larger, more consumer information is available to manufacturers. This database of information being so large is more likely to be trusted by the consumer than information cited from just one person. Therfore companies can tailor certain informations to target an audience tainting true public opinion that would otherwise be gathered by the individual’s own information explorations. The public sphere has also become comodified by televion on the media where the public cannot really respond except when extreme action is taken ie a protest, letter of complaint even then the action usually becomes mediated and the grip of media tightens on the public opinion.
Habermas means by the term system is a fully rationalised environment. It offers little room for individuals to communicate and becomes a highly impersonal, almost mechanical system. They become rule-based systems rather than systems based on “norm society”. A social system is based on efficiency in realising objectives of society. By the lifeworld Habermas means the social world or the shared common understandings, including values, that develop through face to face contacts over time in various social groups, from families to communities. The lifeworld carries all sorts of assumptions about the construction of individuality and what we value about ourselves. Sharing a common idea of identity who we are in society, through communications. They differ through the ways in which the process of which the environment comes about. The rationality of systems thinking can be used to question and revise the taken-for-granted practices of the life-world (the difference between a modern society and a traditional one is that this rational self-reflection is part of modern life). Much like the questioning of taken for granted explanations of the Enlightenment era. In systematic colonisation, the rules of the system displace communicative rationality so that social agents can no longer question the rules that govern their actions. With the colonisation of the life-world, subjective action comes to appear to be objective, and causally constraining, therefore the comodifier wins out in the situation.
Salter reflects on the Internet as a fascilitating mechanism opposed to the formalist style of the 18th century public sphere. It is a medium to facilitate communications from all people on a topic an time of the day. However, communication over the Internet is mediated by servers and programs etc that are programmed to weed out any offensive or propaganda type information being sent to other individuals over the Internet using some programs. NSM’s patrol the borders of the social-system and social world protecting against the “colonisation” of each other. They work for the good of humanity and nature as a whole rather than just the members of the organization. The Internet aids in strengthening the lifeworld by the communitcation of ideas and values of individuals, the
Salter reflects upon democracy via the internet as a facilitating mechanism what does this mean
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
10:38AM - copernican
what a cunt of a machine i just wrote this big spiel of shit on here and it deleted it all so i will attempt to recreate the air of mystery that goes hand in hand with the words of wisdom i speak...
well it is my birthday tomorrow and i can feel the twentyness creeping and slithering up on me during the night.. on silent feet it slides with juices flowing in tow of it.. it sneaks into my room cicrling my bed with slow and practiced ease it shoots out its thrush filled tendrils into a web of sticky prescion built twentiness.. these tendrils close in on me pulsing their 20 germs through my body which is of the right age and it infects me like herpes it sqirts and blooms into my blood stream which fights oh how it tries to fight eventually giving into the malignant tumour that is my twentiness coming upon me during the night shit fuck tit!!!!
how ugly is that cunt from the rasmus
i want a drink the mood which is binging has taken me i want booze that sweet elixir that brings my body into new hieghts of awareness and unawareness hehehehehehe who says i cant start early they are cunts i tell you all cunts nothing more nothing less than a cunt!
well goodbye teenage binges of drinking drugs and rock and roll or well trashy pop
Hello pusedo-adulthood binges of a new scale of living hehehehehehe that 20ness cunt is going to wish i had stayed 8 heheheheeheheh i am going to fuck it up!
FARE THEE WELL TEENAGE YEARS (i dont remember all of them hah no big deal)
10:12AM - COPERNICAN
mutha fucking slut tit whore it is my last day as a teenager and i can feel the twentiness creeping up on me during the night it slithers and crawls next to my bed gently slowly circling me with its horrid thrush filled crevises and holes pustulating with unerring ease and precision it shoots its sticky web, from the gaping hole much like the grand canyon i might add, which creates a binding circle of sticky 20 germs that begin to infect my body like herpes it squirts and blooms in my body so the right age for the taking of 20 fever... but enough of those lovely thoughts and back to the shit... its to the flying scotsman tonight for birthday drinks who said i cant start early i will cut the cunt ok? becasue you know a large part of my memory takes to drinking and i love it fucker............... mmmmmmmm booze i want to start now i have drinking fever the urge to binge the urge that takes me to new levels of fucked ness awwwwwww britney suicide song is playing its so pretty.... FAT FAIRYS FUCK FLACID FLAGULATING FLOPPY FUCK-POLES! and with lovely thought i bid you farewell....
Farewell teenage years
Farewell teenage drinking binges
Farewell teenage drug binges
Farewell teenage binges
Fuck that shit i want booze....
Thursday, September 2, 2004
You are an enzyme. You are powerful, dark,
variable, and can change many things at your
whim...even when they're not supposed to be
changed. Bad you. You can be dangerous or
wonderful; it's your choice.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Saturday, August 7, 2004
4:13PM - eAT thrush
ohhh baby dont you know what thats worth dont you know heaven is a place on earth
i want to go see boney m so i can dance on stage with them and scream freeze im ma baker!!!! put your hands in the air and give me all you money....
yestgerday i got pissed at 1 uni was over for the week and the old age drag queen can back from holiday and kept topping up our glasses with goon he bought me and tom saroongs how beautiful.... i can wait to get home and start drinking went to the city today and bitch at horrible people that give me thrush in my eyes from looking at the filth they are minge tit
i love cyndi lauper!!!!!! FUCK KASEY CHAMBERS for ripping off her true colours and tainting it with her whiney ass voice that spews trushy cheesy ovarian menstral nuggets covered with dandruff from her pubes and when she queff it makes a snow storm of dandruff and minge chowder flying through the air in a myrid of multicoloured filth
Friday, July 30, 2004
5:01PM - hehehehehehehe
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Flapping in the breeze
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Attracting wasps and bees
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Wider than a welly
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Nasty, soiled and smelly.
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Damp and moist and gooey
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Covered in strange gluey
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Pissy as can be
Pissy pissy piss flaps
Stinking of stale wee.
Thought For The Day
As I was walking down the street,
I fancied a quick bite to eat,
And so I stopped and bought a pasty,
But it tasted rather nasty,
I asked the lady - "Is it off?"
She gave out quite a frightful cough,
"Oh sorry love, I've got the clap -
Would you like your money back?"
Well I was mad, I tell you that,
I shouted at the bitch whore twat -
"You fucking ugly scrubber bitch,
Can't you keep that loathsome itch
Beneath some clothes, or better yet,
Go and see a fucking vet,
You fucking ugly dog, you whore -
You terpid trout with sores that pour!"
Well that poor girl did sob and cry,
Did I feel guilty? No, not I!
I shoved the pasty up her gash,
And ran off with the petty cash.
AND MANY MORE
Sunday, July 11, 2004
MY MISTRESS IS LIKE A BEEHIVE
UNDER THE WAX LIES THE HONEY
AND UNDER HER WAIST HER BELLY IS PLACED
AND BELOW THAT IS HER CUNNY
Friday, July 9, 2004
1:01PM - REPULSION PLUS
ewwwww the dirty cleaner looked at me sideways! cunt@!!!!!!
hehehehehe thats not all the glitter that shines in this divas imagination!!! just all of you wait muhahahahahahaha have many suprises planned to intimidate and shock you! hehehehehe it wasnt just glitter i put in little reindeers too!
my decorating skills are just magnificent as well!!
and prepare to play the ultimate in party games pin the strap on on santa pure genius
and dont forget everyone who arrives gets themselves a beautiful christmas crAcker of my own design filled with goodies for the whole family to enjoy!!!!
anyway fuck the ghost tugged on the bed and cuz i had my other pillow on the other side of the bed it decided it would sleep with me! and my heqad went all slow and blurry like being on e and i was scream but nothing came out and i feel out of bed and the woke up in bed all a scared and then proceded to watch crappy infomercials.. i told it if it came neasr me i was shoving my phone up its ass and the ramming the tv remote up there as well.... plus shoving my fist so far up it ass it would be bulemicing its tits off... then the next night i chucked the opther pillow on the floor and said you not fucking sleeping with me again... but i think it was back last night i didnt sleep at all the cunt! kept annoying me... BUT!!!!!!
THE BUILDING USED TO BE A WHORE HOUSE!!! YAY!!!!!!!! I REALLY DO HAVE A FUCK CHAMBER BEDROOM WWWHHHHOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
and we live next to an old age camp as fuck drag queen from club west@!
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