After reading this comment: “..I come to this site for a few reasons, the most important being, BOOBIES… ” -Posted by pangwinking – 9:49pm October 18, 2002, I have decided I would take it upon myself to fulfill all of your boobie needs.

Boobies are great. I like them all. Big, small, different colors. Who cares? Boobies are boobies! This right here is a good example of some nice boobies. And now who doesn’t love some like THESE?? Those, I must say, are the best kind. I mean, how often do you see them THAT color? And now for some hot boobie on boobie action. Now come on, who wouldn’t get off to seeing images like this right here. I’m getting all hot and bothered already. Okay I think I have to stop with all those boobie pictures because well..I should.

for more pictures like those shown. email me at: in_mypants@hotmail.com.

<3 hoo hoos.

Hey, folks, I figured I might as well follow up today’s posts with a man’s point of view on things. Yes, in Justin’s absence, I’ve been brought in to bring a dash of testosterone to the page. So, in this posting, I’m going to impart upon the readers of the page a few lessons I learned on a date a while back, back when I was a struggling actor playing bit parts in movies like Dazed & Confused.

First impressions are terribly important. I can’t even begin to tell you how important. For example, when a girl introduces herself and mentions how her name is spelled, all in the same sentence, just run away. Quickly. What would normally sound like, “Hi, I’m Christine,” turns into that very phrase followed up with, “spelled with a K… and an H… a Y, a double-E and a silent Q.” So, of course, while she’s babbling on about god-knows-what, you’re trying to figure out how her name is actually spelled.

Khryqsteen? What the fuck, was she named after a region of Persia?

Well, Khryqsteen was a pretty girl who I met at a party being held at the apartment complex I was living at. Unfortunately, I didn’t know to run after she explained how her name was spelled (that’s experience for ya), so I asked her out for the trusty ol’ Dinner & A Movie, which is the easiest type of date because you can always bump the movie if the dinner conversation is particularly enlightening.

Okay, the budget for the date was sixty bucks for both the dinner and the movie. Struggling actors don’t make much, you know. She orders a salad. Not like a Mondo Chicken Caesar Parmegiana Salad or anything like that. She orders a house salad with oil and vinegar. So, what’s a guy to do in a circumstance like this? I was living on ramen noodles at the time, so I ordered an eighteen-ounce filet-mignon, medium rare with sour cream and bacon bits on the potato.

She launches into this five-minute monologue about how “I killed a defenseless cow, meat is murder, the cows don’t deserve to die, you could eat soy, blah, blah, blah…” She goes so far as to accuse me of misrepresenting myself when we met by not informing her that I occasionally eat animals. I mean, she’s done everything but accuse me of being the Chupacabra of Latin-American myth. I light up a cigarette, knowing full-well that it’s the non-smoking section, but I just don’t care anymore. I say to her:

“You’re wearing leather pants. The same cow that’s going to be on my plate in five minutes is wrapped around your thighs right now… Hey, before you go, just one more question: Are you a hypocrite or just plain stupid? Because I really want to know.” The waiter brings the dinner in a bag and I went to see two movies that night.

What’s the lesson to be learned from this? Disclosure. When you first meet someone, just spend the next twenty minutes telling each other everything about your respective lives, because eventually you’ll find something you wouldn’t be able to live with, and that’ll save you a whole lot of money, time and grief in the long run. Of course, J-Lo still doesn’t know about the trips me and Damon make to Thailand every year.

I really enjoy using that as a post topic. Good stuff.

Speaking of Good Stuff, just went over to a friend’s house, toting with me a VHS of Boondock Saints and two smoothies. (ImmunioBuilder for him, since he’s sick, and a Pineapple/Strawberry with a caffeine charge for me.) Left after forcing him to consume some TheraFlu and go to bed.

This’ll be the third day in a row I’ve watched that movie–the first was over at Shawn’s while we ate dinner. The second was around 3 in the morning with my roomates and two emo lookin’ girls that one of them knows. One of them was cute, the other had a nice shirt. Neither of them exhibited too much personality, but hey…what can you ask, they were gaping at the TV the whole time…as one tends to do when you’re watching a good movie.

Summary in one sentence: Irish guys have epiphany from God and start killing a buncha motherfuckers.

Some of the acting is a little shoddy, and there are a few plotholes big enough to drive a truck through, but the cinematography is very nice. Willem DaFoe does a great job as the gay, cross-dressing FBI agent that chases the McManus brothers. There’s moments of comedy, lots of shooting and blood, the mafia, and tons of well-done religious symbolism.

I’ve noticed, though, after looking at reviews of it online, that most people either absolutely love it, or hate it. Not much middle ground. I dunno, what do you think?

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Just like the rest of you losers, I’m sitting at home right now. Maybe I’ll go get a smoothie, or something, but we just don’t know. I should be cleaning for the people coming into town tomorrow, or doing that paper I said I was going to do tonight.

Instead, it’s time to get your (valuble) opinions on pictures that might just be used in a new layout. This Avril crap is getting old.

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“Can someone please post something new to this stupid site before I curse you all to damnation?” – Jesus, comment #120ish or so.

I alone am now saved.

It’s no secret that my girlfriend hates this site. In fact, my 8th ex hated it too. We didn’t break up because of the site though but it still doesn’t change the fact she hated it (my 9th ex doesn’t apply because she was, and probably still is, a cheating whore so any bad feelings she may have had about this site is rendered invalid because anyone who would even consider cheating on their boyfriend is a cold heartless emotionless bitch with no real feelings). But yeah, ex number 8 and my current girlfriend, well, they hate this site.

I’ve gotten into arguments and fights with my girlfriend over this site more times that i can even remember. And i’m afraid that if i continue on running it, i’m gonna eventually lose her. When it comes down to it, this site isn’t really all that important in the whole scheme of things. Real life will always take more precedent. Would i give up a real life relationship just to be able to keep running an internet website which deeply upsets my girlfriend? Would you?

As great as it is to run this site and to post up stupid shit and talk about girls and stuff and being such a ‘guy’ on it, i consider my relationship with my girlfriend to be even greater. And losing any bit of that greatness because of this site just isn’t worth it.

Last night, on AIM, my girlfriend told me:

“do me a favor? let me know when u’re done with it? Meanwhile, I love u more than anyhing, but I just can’t do this anymore. I hate getting all jealous of girls who u’ve never even been in the same room with.”

She logged off right after that. This was what she said earlier before:

“I hate how all of this makes me feel…. I hate it when u mention some new net girl u’re nuts about. I guess i just don’t like ur little “net life”. It feels like i’m sharing u…

I tried explaining to her how all of this was just ‘net’ stuff. How all the people i talk to (Thess, Eve, Suzi, Liz etc etc) are just… well… net people. Not ‘real life’ people. How it’s not like i’m hanging out with them in real life and being with them in the same room or anything. It’s not like i even ‘cyber flirt’ with them online (i don’t. not even with other girls outside the ‘circle’). At best, they’re all just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

But i really don’t blame her though. I mean, seriously, if i were a girl and i had a boyfriend who ran a site like this, talking about and doing all the things that i normally do on here (posting about girls, taking pictures of that Stephanie girl in class… amongst many other things), i’d probably feel the same way too. I could be doing worse, but as it is, i’m already going a little too far.

So what does this all mean? Well… i’ve decided to quit the site. Or at least take a break from posting for a while. How long? I don’t know. But i feel it’s the best thing to do for now. That way there’s no chance of me getting her upset again over my posts. Or over how i act on my site. To be specific, it’s really not so much the site or how i act on it that gets to her, it’s the girls that i talk to (Thess, Eve, Suzi, Liz etc etc).

It’s not that she hates all of you (in fact, she absolutely loves Suzi), but i guess it just gets to her… like how ‘close’ i am with some of you.

I realize that there are several other ways to deal with this. Like, toning down the content or taking off the links to the girls or not letting any of them post on the site or whatever… but i don’t wanna do that. I don’t wanna have to cut anybody off from the site. I don’t wanna tell them that i can’t talk to them anymore because it’s upsetting my girlfriend. And i really don’t want anyone to hate my girlfriend because of how she feels. Try putting yourself in her shoes. You’d probably be able to relate to how she feels. I don’t expect anyone to understand what’s going between me and her and i’m not gonna delve into that topic right now but i would appreciate that you all hold no ill feelings towards her. It’s primarily my fault anyway. Say what you want about me being whipped or whatever but i stand by how i feel about her and my site. My relationship with her comes before my site.

So i’m stepping away from the site for an indefinite amount of time. I won’t be posting anymore. The site will still be up though. And hey, maybe if things work out, i might even come back and start posting again. But for now, i gotta take a break. I need to fix things with my girlfriend.

I don’t really know what’s gonna happen but the girls will still have access to post on the site. Maybe i’ll even get some other guy to take my place. Who knows? The site might even be better that way.

Before i go, i’d just like to clear things up about what happened to Eve’s post. She chose to close delete the post because things had gone completely out of hand in the comments. Things that should have never been said were said. And due to that:

“there’s a slim chance i may post again, but i seriously doubt it. some people just go way, way too far and into area they have absolutely no understanding of.” – Eve

Her post was just misunderstood.

Anyhow, i’m done.

If you have anything you wanna say, well, there’s always the comments. Or you could always just e-mail me. Girls, take care of the site while i’m gone.

Later.

Thanks to the monopoly monopole over here on my side of the world, after 5 weeks of throwing things, repetitive phone calls and mail box checks, I am finally graced with the presence of my flat rate DSL and a few pieces of hardware under my desk.

What the fuck is the world coming to? In my seemingly long break away from the digital computer world, I’ve been swamped with mass media. If it isn’t the shit pop that’s coming from the US and polluting my sattelite, it’s the fucked mom beating her kid. I think I’ve seen that little girl been beat more than I’ve seen the planes crashing into the towers. In addition, everyday I have to see the faces of all the children that are being kidnapped and killed in Germany. So while the US Head Pig Shit Bush is giving Schroeder the silent treatment, the rest of the world is being bombed and people are dying everywhere.

A friend for the last 13 years back home now has AIDS, a brain aneurism, and has about one year to live. My mom just got left by her abusive alcoholic nutcase fuckcase husband and is left unemployed and swamped in bills and suicide threats on the phone to my brother. Everyone is either sick, poor, has broken bones or hernias. If not the above, they’re crying. And I do my laundry in the bathtub. And live off of a large selection of tea and Macedonian wine.

Life is wonderful.

In a sense I am pissed I ended up where I live now, a place I kindly call the ass-crack of the world, and in a sense I’m not. Not a whole lot of drama goes on this house. I worry about whether my plant is getting enough sunlight and what to make for dinner. I study some German here and there, decide whether I’ll leave the house or not, watching Sex and The City reruns and what color pen to use. At the moment, my life is anything but excitement and rainbows, but compared to the rest of the avalanche of hell that hits the media and the people in my life, well.. Not to mention the new springing up of the “OMG SEND ME FAN SIGNS” crowd that I won’t put names to or pay attention to for fear of becoming physically ill. If it needs to be any clearer, there’s a link below.

Und das was. Ich habe fast nichts mehr zu sagen. File this under the “Mediocre BS that pisses me off.”

Cam Nastiness

Bis dann.

Well Lizzie and I have changed servers, Justin’s host was sweet enough to host us as well and we have officially moved, we are still working out a few kinks in the site but it is up an there are a lot of new (very sexy) pics…they are rather naughty actually..

Anyway, my site moved… instead of /meg it is /~meg so yeah… this is my site OK thnx guys…GO CHECK OUT OUR NEW SITES!!! actually nothing changed but go anyway……

Liz says: Hey kids, now that Meg’s done whoring us immensely, I just wanted to say hi. I’ve forgotten my fubar password to post, but I’m sure I can figure it out later when we’re not ditching class and using the libraries computer. Ugh. The librarians are kind of scary actually…Hrmmm…

Solosier is awesome, now we just have to whore up this lots and we’re hosted. But really, Solo, we’re not dirty sluts! We’re HIGH CLASS sluts. Geez, we’re Canadian after all *scoff*. Alright kiddos, I’m out. Muah!

Chipper people piss me off. I mean, it is one thing to be happy… that’s great, but chipper people are goddamn annoying.

The effort they are putting into sounding happy just kills me. The worst is when you’re in a bad mood already and then someone is being all chipper around you. They’re so fake. They’re not really happy –they just get happy by pretending they’re happy because it pisses you off. Does that make any sense?

If you’ve seen Office Space, think of that guy that works with Jennifer Aniston. Remember how CHIPPER he was? NOT HAPPY —CHIPPER. He was getting pleasure by being a super hyperactive “spirit” dude, because it pissed Aniston off.

There’s this one guy that I work with (at a coffee shop). He sounds so goddamn enthusiastic when he says “order please” and puts
the ticket on the spindle. You’d think that was his favorite thing in the whole world. He seriously shouldn’t enjoy it that much, but every time he puts that ticket up there you know he’s gonna yell “order please.” And he sounds much too happy. Even if you’re right there to take it from him, and you obviously know there’s an order, and he obviously knows that you know, HE WILL TELL YOU IT RIGHT IN YOUR FACE!

I need to learn how to deflate the chip out of the chipper.

I long for the days when i could go on AIM without having everyone who isn’t my buddy list blocked. Now all i ever get are people IMing me joking about me being Avril or worse, people IMing me legitimately thinking that i AM Avril. It’s quite sad really.

Most people know by now that i’m not Avril. Some of them find out about the chats that i have with them which i post up here on the site. The end up being very bitter about being fooled (hey it’s not my fault you’re gullible). Some go around jokingly saying “AVRIL!! OMG! I LOVE UUU!!” and then admitting they know i’m not really her. Those people are alright i guess. Then there are the ‘skeptics’. People who got my screenname from a friend of theirs who told them i was Avril, and then proceeding to ask me to prove that i’m Avril. I got at least 4 skeptics last night, asking me to prove that i’m her. How am i supposed to ‘prove’ to people that i’m Avril?? I mean, if i were really Avril, and someone were to ask me to prove myself to them, what do i tell them?? My bra size?? Goodness. Of course, some are easily fooled than others. But nonetheless, they’re all still very very stupid to actually believe their friends that ‘psykotik2k’ is Avril’s AIM screenname. Yeah, ‘psykotik2k’ is such an Avril-y screenname.

Very sad.

All of you DESERVE to be ridiculed on this site if you’ve ever had your chatlog posted on here.

It sorta sucks that i have to block people that aren’t on my buddy list from contacting me. But i have to. Because if i didn’t, i’d have like 25 people IMing me at the same time each time they see me online. All of them hoping to get a decent convo going with me (or Avril) and me ultimately not being able to deliver since i literally get SWAMPED by IM windows popping up every 5 – 10 seconds. And it gets tedious having to tell all 25 people “Sorry if i’m not responding fast. I have 25 people IMing at the same time. It’s kinda hard to keep up” 25 times over.

Goodness! If this is what it’s like to be a celebrity, much less even an online celebrity, hell you can have that celebrity status because i don’t want it!

Sure the easiest solution would be to just change my screenname or at least take it off the site. But i LIKE my screenname (despite how 1999 it sounds… psykotik2k??).

So anyway, why do people think i’m Avril?? Do they like, come to this site, see Avril’s pictures, scan down to the bio section, PAST my real name, PAST my real picture, right down to my e-mail address and AIM screenname and just automatically think “OMG! AVRIL’S E-MAIL ADDRESS AND SCREENNAME!!!”

*adds screenname*

*compose e-mail*

“AVRIL!! I’M UR BIGGEASTT FANN!!!!!!@@!^%!”

*send*

This isn’t an Avril fansite, i’m not Avril Lavigne and those of you who actually think that are STUPID. I only pretend to be her for the amusement of the readers on this site. Feeding off your stupidity. Read the site. There’s a FAQ section. A bio if you wanna know more about me. Archives. New posts. So many things that you can READ to find out more about me. So seriously before you IM me asking ASL, where i live, what i major in, what my favorite whatever is, go and READ THE SITE. It’s all there.

Right now, as i’m writing this, Suzi is on my screenname pretending to be me/Avril. I let her do the same thing last night. Just to show her how many idiots IM me on a daily basis.

Granted, not EVERYONE who IM’s me are all idiots. But the majority of them are. Some of them are genuinely just trying to get to know me and be friends and stuff. But it’s impossible for me to hold a good conversation with them when i have 20 other idiots asking me to prove to them that i’m Avril or telling me about their band or how much i (Avril) suck.

Anyway, click on ‘more’ if you wanna read some of the stupidity that i had to put up with last night. Or just go straight to the comments section if you have anything you wanna add.

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