May 13, 2005

What the fuck? [Dave]

Mike is what I'd consider a good friend, even though we live about 1000 miles away we chat online almost everyday. Now, he pulls this shit. What the fuck? You could have at least given me a heads up so I could send you off in gay porn fashion like you're used to. Now, all I've got is guest blogger access to a site you've abandoned. Even Amish is pissed, he writes:

In between cursing the "English" and throwing bleech filled water bombs at their kids, I noticed that Mike was leaving. This crushes me, because even though it's a sin, he's the only man I've ever truly loved. (Besides Jeff Gannon) I'll say a prayer for his heathen soul, and then go snort some crank.


See that Mike? The man who created the "Insta-Malkin--lanche" is pissed, and for good reason. Granted, we only wrote at a fourth grade level, but man that was my senior year. There's only one thing that can describe the heartache and misery of this moment, and that would be the lyrical stylings of one Motley Crue.

I could face a mountain
But I could never climb alone
I could start another day
But how many, just don't know
You're the reason the sun shines down
And the nights, they don't grow cold
Only you that I'll hold when I'm young
Only we grow old