Kill yourself

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This is me and my dad on the speedboat I built.

First on the ol' choppin block, Blockbuster. You'd think an establishment who rented out movies would keep track of what movies & games are in and what movies & games aren't. Here's a recreation of me on a friday night trying to get a movie.

"Hello Blockbuster, Jimmy speaking"

"Just a second let me check... Yes we have 300 copies"

Now you'd expect that when I went down to rent the movie it would be in? No... What the hell is the problem down there. It's either in or it isn't, how the fuck do you get it wrong? The computer tells you if the movie is in or not. Can't these people type in the fucking title read the amount of copies that are in? Zero means none, not 12... I fucking hate Blockbuster, my message to Blockbuster is "Kill Yourself"

I was watching the end of Leno last night and it came time for the ending musical performance. The audience of the show including most of the candidates for Govenor of California which I could care less about. The musical group were the Blue Man Group. Now I didn't think these guys were actually into performing except on those Pentium commercials and I thought that was a smart move on their part. They started playing bullshit wanna be techno, I mean techno is bad enough, let along rip-off shitty sounds and noises. Then the Blue Man group being the wonderful artists that they are decided to get the candidates for governors to join in with a variety of stupid actions. This went on for like 15 minutes of them getting the the audience to raise the roof. Why the hell would these politicians be raising the roof. This was almost making me spew but it was like a car wreck and I couldn't turn away. To cap off this shitty performance they had some acid trip psychadellic patterns rotating around on the big screen. If I wanted a seizure I would have asked or banged my head off the coffee table to induce one. The performance ended when I flew to California and jump kicked the members of the group one by one in the throat. The Blue Man group are a bunch of pretend to be smurf assholes and they should kill themselves.

You know who should kill themselves? People who tell useless stories... This happens more than I can handle. When people insist on telling this waste of words I feel like taking my hand and shoving it down their throat and tearing out there lungs so there is no more air to help push the useless words out of their mouths. These stories go on for a long time and where do you end up?? No where, the story's climax ends up being "... And then we bought some blueberry waffles!!" After that brilliant drama of the story being over your holding your arms out wondering what the fuck just happened. Your left unfufilled about the little chunk of this person's life which has poisoned your brain. My stories aren't exactly pulling in the Pulitzers but at least after you can nod your head in satisfaction that it wasn't a complete waste of time to turn your attention to me for

When people catch on that their act is shit they can get jobs as plummers and show their blue asses

I was looking over my webpage today and I read the top of the TMT Movie Yarn where I mention how the design resembles the art from the show Goosebumps. Then it all came back to me... I fucking hate Goosebumps, that show was never any good. They were never scary, close to scary, had anything scary in them. It was terrible, it was was always these bawl ass kids running around getting into trouble with some grab-ass love story where the main character meets someone new of the opposite sex. They always tried to make it seem really twisting by throwing in some wild ending where the main character is actually a monster, or a leprachaun, or a prostitute or something you could care less about. The worst thing about Goosebumps is it reminds me of a similar show that was worse. Are you Afraid of the Dark. Anyone who has seen this knows what I'm talking about, they all go into the woods and tell shitty ghost stories. They always threw salt in the fire before they tell their shit stories and make the fire go crazy. I always wanted to sneak up on the group and however's on deck to tell their next story and boot them in the back of the head thus pushing their face into the fire. Submit that for the approval of the midnight society BITCH! I call this one Tale of How Travis Ended This Little Fairy Meeting With Some Bloodshed. People who make attempts at creating a scary show for kids should kill themselves.