How with this whole Whitney Houston dying thing, teens are on facebook blowing up about how her music will be heard forever, and can’t believe she’s actually gone, oh god, oh noes, such great music, all gone.
You’re too young to have even enjoyed her music. During your lifetime, what you’ve known about Whitney is she was a drug addict. She married Bobby Brown in 1992, and Bobby Brown is apparently the one that got her into drugs, so it’s been a downhill thing for her career since the late 90’s and on.
I don’t know, it just bothers me that these people would have NEVER listened to her music before today, but NOW that she’s gone, you were her biggest fucking fan.
"Having sex before marriage, looking at pornography, doing drugs, getting drunk, etc will only bring you pleasure for a short time. One day you will look back and say, "I wish I had never done that stuff." Why? Because 5, 10, 15, years down the road you the effects it had on you physically and emotionally will still be haunting you. There are consquences for each and every sin, some bigger than others. Please friends most of the members in this band have messed up in some of those area’s mentioned above and we are warning you it really sucks to have gone through it. Seek God, get in the Word, and turn from your sin."
Okay, first off, I HIGHLY, FUCKING EXTRMELY doubt, that 15 years from now I’m gonna cry about wanking off to some porn when I was kid. Sex before marriage? More like… uh..
FUCKING AWESOME. You just had sex! And it felt so great!
Doing drugs? Okay, sure, drugs can FUCK your shit up. But on the other hand, if every single person smoked a few joints when they were a kid in high school, when they had nothing to do after their homework, and wasn’t working, had no responsibilities, I highly doubt marijuana would be illegal. You get more impaired, by far, by alcohol, and more deaths are caused by smoking cigarettes then smoking marijuana. If you’re in the know enough to know the history, then you know it was first made illegal to give an excuse for government to deport Mexicans during the Great Depression, because they were coming up here and snaking our jobs. Isn’t it just fucking hilarious how history will repeat itself if you don’t know it?
And getting drunk? Good lord, it’s fucking legal, don’t be a pussy, drink a beer. If beer was such a fucking unholy abomination and a spit upon gods face, then why in the fuck did Jesus give people wine? I’m sure people weren’t getting shitfaced and fucking the livestock, but still, fermenting liquid is just a preservative. If alcohol was some unholy thing and abolished, prettttttttttty sure Christopher Columbus would have never come to America, he packed away wine, as well as water, but water had a chance to become stagnant, whereas wine, being alcohol, wouldn’t.
Also, god isn’t some fucking high and mighty all seeing white bearded fuck that lives in the sky. There is no heaven, there is no hell. The world you live in, is the world you created for yourself, and when you die, you experience exactly what you expect to experience. Learn you some fucking Quantum Theory and leave your preachy bullshit out of my life experience.
I don’t want people to die, but I just want to see the earth get pissed off and spew shit and fire and water all over itself in a rage. I want empty buildings to give up and explode, puking its guts of office chairs, desktops and computers all over the hardened conrete streets below. I want gas to leak all over cities and catch fire on top of tsunami floods, floating down into the suburbs, licking everything flamable on the way. I want all the people who lived in the cities and lived in the suburbs sit at the top of the highest hill in town and watch everything burn to the ground and get washed away out to sea. But I don’t want one of those people to be sad, but to look at it like a new beginning, just wiping the slate of shit clean and trying it over again. Everyone will come together and befriend one another and just for a little while, there’s going to be a spark of friendship, a spark of community, working towards a singular goal of rebuilding. And then as suddently as all this shit happened, the magic and spark is gone, and everyone is grumpy and hating life and hating each other and nitpicking and driving each other fucking nuts. Fucking nuts on the road, fucking nuts in the stores, fucking nuts at work, and fucking nuts at home. Everyone will knockout and become braindead to any friendship and previous hardship and everyone around everyone else reverts back to being a blank worthless face, just there to piss you off. But… but for that one little bit of time, when these people realized they survived, this sort of mass… near death experience, everyone was happy, and thankful. I fucking love that shit. I love hearing about natural disasters, and I fucking love when they just get worse and worse and pile on more fucking shit upon shit and the skies crack open and just rain down shit, firey fucking shit. Because when its all done, its all good and the worse it is, the more grateful people are and the longer the effect lasts. God, I cannot wait for the world to shit itself again