• Adult Confessions
    — I Hate My Neighbor —
    My neighbors shit me.we live in a very little town called Bundaberg.Everybody who is a local has little town sindrome.Never will they stand up to the city counterparts but think being a cockhead gives them the right to treat people like shit.What ever you do dont come to this town uless you have had a labottome or are a imbread , that way you will can add to this jean puddle.Good luck you imbreeders.Yes there is something wrong with you.ok.examples are...your barking dogs and lack of cosideration for your neighbors...children knocking on windows at all hours...sucking the other neighbors off because you are unable to feal stable uless you are bulling others...poisoning other peoples plants cause you want to over power people.thats just a taste of the sickos in this shit stane of a town.go root your boot Bundaberg.....
    #5068 — Comments (4) — 11/11/2009 at 8:07 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)
  • 1
    Ann it haz peeple that kant spel.
    11/11/09
  • 2
    Perhaps moving to a more 'astute' neighbourhood, suits you best, I think.

    You are too nice and respectable to live in this sour, tasteless, full of criminal and anti-social slum.

    Moving out is, sorry to say, the best option. It appears that the genre of creatures, not people, are making this slum, ghetto, into a breed of misfits who terrorise and cause ill-repute to your suburb and are making you very sick.

    Please move, cos' they won't it seems, they are bad machines!!!
    11/12/09
  • 3
    What the hell are you talking about? Bad machines? Shit, what color is the sky in your little world?
    11/15/09
  • 4
    I HAVE had a labatome and I happen to be an imbread. Are you saying I'm welcome in your fine town? Is a jean puddle the same as a gene pool, only more shallow and with a designer nametag?
    Your rant has a certain lyrical quality that is both engaging and off-putting, like the poetry of Nels Hap Budel and the prose of Nikki Gans-Persoll. You're experiencing an existential angst that recognizes and salutes the bitter contradictions of post modernist society and the disconnect between expectation and culmination that forms a crux of sentience for those who live what has been called "the unexamined life." I applaud you.
    11/16/09
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