Bring Back the Death Penalty!

Y'all need to tell me something. Don't y'all think we should have death penalty in Canada? Like come on now. I'm not going to make this long. It's actually going to be a short post. If you murder somebody, take their life away, and you INTENDED to, then you should have your life taken away too. Not no Life imprisonment shit. But you should die too.

The man I call my COUSIN

The area I grew up in was like a vicinity under attack during war. A lot of commotion and stupidness was occurring. When I was a young lad, I chilled a lot with my older cousin. He was about 16, 6 years older and wise than me. He was short, stocky, and had blubber all over his fat ass. He was a weird character I tell ya. He would laugh at me because I was still a virgin! What kind of normal kid would lose their virginity at the age of 13? Disgusting freak. My cousin was such a bad influence. Almost everyday, he would try to get me to take a hit from his blunt. He had such juvenile behaviour. He was like a caged animal just anticipating his escape. He was into chopping that ganja, which got him into heat with the law for the first time. You would think that the punk would learn the first time. Nope, he was an arsonist. He had an awkward fetish for setting things on fire. What a dumbass. It was crystal clear that he was legally blinded. I know that he knew what was right or wrong. But he couldn’t care less. Sometimes, I actually thought something was wrong with him. His actions were just preposterous. He would always get into trouble but make the situation even worse. For example, he would always abscond after he knew he did something stupid. So he would try to hide. Meticulosity probably wasn’t on his resume. He was extremely careless and irresponsible. No wonder he always got caught. He didn’t get away with anything. That’s enough of his sad teenage years. He’s now 23 years young. A full grown man. Finally with a full grown brain. Remember when I said I always thought something was wrong with him? Well, his name on MSN is, and always has been, “Psychosis.”

MEMORIES OF A MURDER THINGY

Invalid Cause of Death

The forensic scientist wrapped the surgical mask tightly around his old wrinkly face. He hesitantly looked down upon the mutilated raped body. The doctor picked up a shiny, cold siler scalpel and started picking at the dead scabs for evidence. The two detectives stood in silence and watched sinfully as the forensic doctor did his daily job. It was so silent that you could hear the scabs ripping apart and you could crackle of the friction caused by the scabs and the scalpel. The detective on the right had a look of concern when he was gazing at the grizzly body. The thoughts in his mind were the same as usual. He wondered how they haven’t found the culprit. The murders happen at a certain time, and certain place. Yet the murderer always gets away. The other detective has a look of sadness. A look of a failure. It seems like he feels as if he has let down his city. The murders just keep piling up. Every suspect they have, is the wrong one. All focus is back to the doctor. The doctor now looks at the lower half of the body. Seems like there is dried up blood between the fingernails of each toe. Between the toes there are dirty rocks and crusty old soil. The doctor’s eyes start to squint. As he looks at the vagina, he claims he’s seeing something weird. Takes a tool, sticks it inside, and calmly pulls out rotten and expired peaches. As the doctor continuously pulls them out, he carefully places them in a special container. As the detectives see this, they realize there is more to the crime than meets the eye.

my soft side

A special bond believed never to be broken - a bond shared between two people - society may frown upon who may share this bond - gender is forced as an issue - can be between lovers, family, and friends - a bond so strong that a pledge is vowed to never be broken – everyday aging bonds are destroyed and growing bonds are strengthened – Lies are told, infidelity transpires, and towels are thrown in – Yet this bond can overcome even the hardest obstacles in life and sacred vows between two people can be made forever – this bond can lead to heart break, emotional turmoil, and never-ending unhappiness – this bond can lead to ever lasting happiness, life fulfillment and emotional bliss– Love is a bond, bond is love. That simple.

Shaq posterizing another center in the NBA. Nothing new. But what’s interesting is the guy getting dunked on is Scot Pollard. A regular, low rate center who is usually a back up center in the NBA. I wonder what could have possibly been going on through Scot’s head during and after the dunk. Getting embarrassed in front of thousands of people, especially who are all cheering against him. This was several years ago, when both the Lakers and the Kings were dominant teams in the NBA. But that was then, and this is now. Now both teams suck and are usually struggling to get into the playoffs. Scot Pollard sucks so bad, that no team even wanted to sign him when he was a free agent so I guess he retired, but I’m not too sure. And Shaq, well, he’s just Shaq. The most dominant player to ever play the game. He isn’t the player he used to be, but really who in their right state of mind would mess with a 7 foot 300 pound man. Maybe if I was really smashed, I would consider it. But other than that, hell no.

Kids Are Nasty!

Jane and Irene are two different women who accidentally meet each other in the women’s bathroom. The time was about 6 in the evening on a Friday, and the washroom is located in the local mall. Now the mall is always packed on Friday nights, so you could just imagine what the bathrooms must be like. Now Jane is a large woman, but at the same time she’s claims to be a model. So she is very high maintenance and also is one of those undercover drug addicts and smokers. Jane is washing her hands in the bathroom and beside her comes a lady named Irene. Irene is a very pretty woman, but she’s a single mother and always has her daughter with her. Irene loves her daughter very much and would never let anything happen to her. The problem arises when Irene’s daughter accidentally touches Jane before she could wash her hands. Jane hates kids because they are so dirty and full of germs, and because Jane is so high maintenance, she gets angry...

Jane shrieks when she felt a little girls wet and dirty hands on her arm. “Oh I’m sorry miss,” mumbles the little girl.

Jane yells out “You little monster eh, I do not like dirty little hands touching my precious body, you hear that? Like.. my skin is worth a lot of money.”

The little girl starts sobbing at the sound and tone of Jane and calls out for her mom. Irene rushes down to see her little girl crying. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” Irene asked her daughter.

The little girl points to Jane and said, “She made me cry.”

Jane laughs at the sight of Irene and instantly started bickering, “Miss, your little girl is very dirty and she’s touching my body like it’s worth nothing. Look at my body eh, look at my skin. Models have to look perfect and like one dirty touch from a little girl can ruin this clear skin I have going on. I’m a model did I mention that?”

Irene immediately starts defending her daughter, “Looking at you, it’s hard to believe you’re a model. I mean, if you look at me, I think I have a better chance of modelling successfully and make more money than you. And I don’t like when people talk to my daughter like that, she’s a little girl, don’t make small situations be such a big deal, you little high maintenance model wannabe.”

Jane was shocked at what this woman was saying and quickly became angry and starts yelling out, “What are you? A single mother? You little slut.”

Irene slaps Jane and left Jane with a red mark on her precious face. “Oh my gosh, like.. did you just slap my beautiful face? You really want to get it eh. Let’s take this outside. You think just because I look beautiful and you don’t, don’t try to make me ugly because it won’t ever happen. With this body of mine, this face I have, this soft skin I’m in, I’m unstoppable.”

Jane pushes Irene against the sink and Irene pushes Jane back against the stalls. The little girl was crying at the sight of this fight between her mother and a stranger. “Aww baby, I’m so sorry you had to see this. But this big woman just won’t leave us alone. I guess she’s got nothing to do with her life that she has to come in other people’s lives and give them a bad day because she’s having one. You know what baby? Let’s go back to the mall and eat something okay?”

The little girl nodded and looked up at Jane. At this time, Jane was so pissed off, she couldn’t say the things she wanted to say. Irene pushed her against the stall again and said, “Goodbye fatty, have a nice day.” With that, Irene gave Jane a bad look while she took her daughter’s hand and left the washroom.

Jane was left feeling shock, but she quickly recovered by taking out her makeup bag and starts making herself look pretty. As she was putting making up on, she talks to herself, “Look at you Jane, you’re making big money modelling, you don’t need people like that in your life.” She giggles and says, “I’m the shiznit eh.” After she finishes making herself beautiful, she grabs her purse, takes out a cigarette and walks out of the washroom. Jane kept giggling as she walked out, all along, Jane was high off cheap drugs.

Slang Paragraph

This was one of the weirdest hockey players I’ve probably ever seen. As weird as this sounds, the reason was that in all the games I play in they’re usually a bunch of white people, never ever coloured guys. But the captain of the other team was like the meatball in the rice because he was black. It was ridiculous; he wasn’t like any other hockey player I’ve played with or against. It was like he had a vendetta against white people on the other team, because every time we got the puck he would charge at us like we had robbed his family or something. He was a nuff nuff! I’m not going to lie, he had several big checks on me, and every hit he had on me it was like he left this smell. The scent was not nice at all; if anything it smelled like a woman’s tumpsy. But I don’t even blame him for not caring about his body odour, not even his personal looks. His helmet looks like it doesn’t even fit him, makes him look like he has a firehead. But I can talk the most garbage I want, its not like it fazes him. Earlier in the season he signed a contract that pays him almost $5 million a year. I should try to kiss his ass now because we all know he’s going to be rolling around in a lot of goup!