Bunky Punk is a lame fuck
Even though I'm anime he wishes he were here with me. He wishes. He's so lame he thinks this whole site is dedicated to him. What an ass. Poor pathetic thing. This site is for me to vent. You would not believe what I have to deal with day after endless day. The fuckos, the idiots, the cretins, the bunkypunks. Oh, you don't know what a bunkypunk is? Ever have one of those things lurking around that never pays it's own way? Never shows up on time, never comes through, never means what it says? Have you ever had one of those things that sucks the life out of everything like a black hole? Well, there you are. That's a bunkypunk.

Write if you want, it's not like I give a fuck.
Anais Nynjah

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Happy Holidays, fuckwads! What do you call it? ChrismaHannaKwanzaa? Fuck that. I declare a new holiday hybrid. Youlstyce. Because it's all about you anyfuckingway. Don't deny it. You're all so fucking full of shit. Holidays are just me, me, me days., aren't they? It's all about the gifts, but not about the people who get the gift. It's just about making yourself feel superior and the others feeling inferior. Shut your stupid lying mouth. You know it is. Go watch It's A Wonderful Life a hundred more times.

I have received a lot of email. It's all shit. There's nothing really worthy of posting here. Why are you all so fucking boring and uninspired?

I heard from a girl who is completely out of money and although she is working two jobs, she's just barely eaking by. I told her to take some nice digitals of her clean-shaven pussy, maybe with a few of her fingers playing inside it. She can sell them on a website. I don't know why she didn't write back. I had a lot of good ideas for her. Like she could get herself into a greencard marriage, then extort the guy until it was time for a nice big divorce settlement. Or she could drive like an asshole right in front of an elderly man in a new Mercedes or Cadillac, so he could hit her. Old farts driving a Caddy or a Benz are sure to be loaded.

There was a guy who wrote to me about his combat experience in Iraq. He wouldn't give me permission to blog it, though. And I am always the poster girl of discretion.

I quite enjoyed Miss Vagina's emails about her sex therapy, but alas. She wouldn't give me permission to blog, either. Selfish fucking bitch. What a tease. Probably why she's in therapy in the first fucking place.

Write me, you useless motherfuckers. What's your fucking problem? Why are all of you so fucking lame? Write me. Right now. Losers.

The Shadow * 8:38 PM

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