tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63319572011-04-21T21:10:47.371-07:00Hey asshole. Lock up your rug rats before I kick their whining ass. arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1079152383679540742004-03-12T20:32:00.000-08:002004-03-12T20:37:21.046-08:00

OH YOOHOO-------HELLOOOOOO ALL YOU ASSHOLES

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1079152013648777382004-03-12T20:26:00.000-08:002004-03-12T20:31:09.640-08:00

YEAH, AND YOUR DOG TOO you're all fucking road raging pricks. get a life, you fucking losers.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1079151920310487892004-03-12T20:25:00.000-08:002004-03-12T20:29:05.030-08:00

You don't like what I say or how I say it? FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1079151585476698222004-03-12T20:17:00.000-08:002004-03-12T20:22:57.356-08:00

wiley's bitch had a miscarriage. yeah, right. she had it shoveled out. fuckin bitch sucks as a human being. can't be bothered to carry the bastard to term. i hope the bitch burns in hell for it.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1076731167862415602004-02-13T19:57:00.000-08:002004-02-13T20:02:00.686-08:00

FUCK VALENTINE'S DAY. hallmark is getting none of my dough. shit on you Bess. the last thing you need is more chocolate candy packed on your ass.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1076015768913178012004-02-05T13:15:00.000-08:002004-02-05T13:18:30.903-08:00

oh yeah before i forget. fuck you too.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1076015365264422382004-02-05T13:04:00.000-08:002004-02-05T13:11:47.343-08:00

what's with these whores anyhow? bitch bess tells me some other whore is fucked up over wiley's bastard in the oven. give me a fucking break. what the fuck did she expect? she fucks a loser, thinks she owns him now? damn kid bastard has a disease, it's "can't keep his prick under cover." so. so what? the whore is screwed. happens everyday. get over it bitch.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1076006814576036152004-02-05T10:45:00.000-08:002004-02-05T10:49:16.000-08:00

I reached my goal fucker. Whatdaya got to say to that, fucker. Don't like it? Sit on it.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1075999191995599022004-02-05T08:28:00.000-08:002004-02-05T08:42:13.543-08:00

To the asshole in the Navigator who tried to block my lane change, you know who you are: Fuck you, Fuck your Mother, Fuck your dog, Fuck your goldfish, Fuck your dead grandmother with a roughcut 2 by 4. I hope you wake up with a crowbar rammed up your ass sideways. But you'd probably like that. Stay the motherfuck out of my way before I ram your ass into hell.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1075924923070612422004-02-04T12:00:00.000-08:002004-02-04T12:04:23.810-08:00

Mark, the photos, did you get a load of that kid checking out the jackson tit? if she's suddenly knocked up, you can bet he got him some of it.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1075922152877016362004-02-04T11:03:00.000-08:002004-02-04T11:18:13.373-08:00

check this out. it seems kid bastard has knocked up yet another whore, a whore with 3 kids from 3 other different assholes, black, trashcan white, and wetback. fucking bitch Bess is shitting bricks on the phone to me about it. like i can control kid bastard's over zealous prick. so another bastard will enter this world courtesy of the kid bastard. or maybe the whore is laying the blame on

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1075884082486649262004-02-04T00:35:00.000-08:002004-02-04T00:43:42.030-08:00

damn fuckin bitch kicked me out of the bedroom tonight. she doesn't like the way "we don't relate" "you forgot our anniversary" another way of asking for some more of my money. "where's my present?" stick it up your gigantic cellulite fat ass, Bess. damn stinking fat lazyass good for nothing bitch. guess what? your pussy ain't so precious. when was the last time you washed it? you think

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1075151223068526552004-01-26T13:02:00.000-08:002004-01-26T13:09:49.780-08:00

shit. all this anger is wearing me out Bess. you suck donkeys ya know. both you and Phil and all his sleazyassed con-whores suck the dicks of a million donkeys. this damn life is one long dreary deadline and a fuckin' SUV isn't gonna get us there any quicker Bess. and kid bastard is my legacy. am i shitfucked or what? hell.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074898618310686812004-01-23T14:56:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:59:02.793-08:00

I could care less if you view my puke, asshole.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074898338013374462004-01-23T14:52:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:57:20.576-08:00

GET THIS, I DO NOT WANT A SPORTS UTILITY VEHICLE WHORE! BITCH.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074898301997743302004-01-23T14:51:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:53:46.513-08:00

I DON'T WANT A SUV BITCH.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074898203478477062004-01-23T14:49:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:53:32.060-08:00

I don't want a SUV Bitch.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074727260414278622004-01-21T15:20:00.000-08:002004-01-21T15:24:19.936-08:00

HEY YOU ASSHOLE. DO THE WORLD A BIG FAVOR...GO TO HELL.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074727075823241852004-01-21T15:09:00.001-08:002004-01-21T15:25:35.966-08:00

GWB, just who the mother fuck do you think you're fooling? Suck my cock, little pappa boy. Just because you steal the job, you think you're fuckin' God. Biggest asshole on the planet. And Bess, if you want to relate, get your ass out of those self-help books and get on your knees in front of me. That's how you help yourself you lazy bitch. Yeah, kid bastard finally gets a job. But get this

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074289479073635962004-01-16T13:44:00.000-08:002004-01-16T13:47:26.700-08:00

You looking for something asshole?

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074288426993630922004-01-16T13:22:00.000-08:002004-01-16T13:29:01.390-08:00

Michael Jackson=most obvious, blatant fuckin' alien pervert to ever walk the face of the earth. God took a huge dump with this one. His second dump are all the fuckin' perverts lining up to support him. As long as we have this kind of genetic material walking around, the human race is screwed.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074277598571612872004-01-16T10:26:00.000-08:002004-01-16T10:28:32.810-08:00

Hello asshole.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074277460313219662004-01-16T10:23:00.000-08:002004-01-16T10:27:41.140-08:00

Look at all those assholes. Blows your mind doesn't it?

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074277102473412022004-01-16T10:18:00.000-08:002004-01-16T10:20:16.810-08:00

Mark, watch this.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074276585529969322004-01-16T10:05:00.000-08:002004-01-16T10:12:17.030-08:00

Hey all you pansies in the fast lane talking on a cell phone and not driving. Get the fuck off of my freeway before I shove that phone up your ass sideways. Fuckin' morons.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074275651403505712004-01-16T09:53:00.000-08:002004-01-16T09:56:51.200-08:00

Dream on you lazy goodfornothing bitch.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074275454543994152004-01-16T09:41:00.000-08:002004-01-16T09:52:47.856-08:00

Hey Bess what would it take for you to haul your lazy fat ass out of the bed in the morning to put on a pot of coffee? A SUV? Would that do the trick?

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074239749497438972004-01-15T23:54:00.000-08:002004-01-16T01:19:36.000-08:00

Mark, this is my blog. Check out the number of assholes down at the bottom. Bill put the counter on. You want to start one?

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074236830488074072004-01-15T22:57:00.000-08:002004-01-16T00:59:40.983-08:00

The problem with most American women is it takes their ass five minutes to enter a room after their face does. They don't understand why men aren't attracted to all that lard. Hell, if I wanted a cow, I'd go out to a farm and get one. Yes Bess, you look like shit. Yes Bess you do have a fat ass. Anything else you want to know?

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074234575765854162004-01-15T22:29:00.000-08:002004-01-15T22:32:03.546-08:00

Hello again asshole.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074233978077308342004-01-15T22:19:00.000-08:002004-01-15T22:23:59.326-08:00

Hello asshole.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074215099373484422004-01-15T16:54:00.000-08:002004-01-15T23:53:54.420-08:00

Time to go see what shit's in the microwave. But before I shut down, now is time for awards.... 1) Phil, fag boss for rimming the director for a promotion, hope it tasted good 2) Edmond, rimmed director thinks he's God's gift to sales. 3) Marcus, ass-licker of the year, will sell his mother for a chance to lick Edmond's ass 2) Bess, bitch wife years ago makes the fastest ever documented

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074203931728376812004-01-15T13:54:00.000-08:002004-01-15T14:01:18.340-08:00

Hey Bess, you think I give a flying fuck about your hot flashes? What fuckin' right do you have to call me at work to tell me about them. Stick another ice cube up your tube, that should do the trick. And yeah you keep on praying for the bastard kid. Give him some more money for his weed while you're at it.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074196302110063882004-01-15T11:51:00.000-08:002004-01-15T11:53:34.716-08:00

Yeah, I'm still here and you are all still assholes.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074196032106609632004-01-15T11:43:00.000-08:002004-01-15T11:49:04.780-08:00

See Phil? See how hard I'm working on your numbers? heh, oh I'm working real hard. You whiny ass bastard. You think I care about how good you look before the board. I'm sick of holding your bony ass up here. Hey, you should get contacts. Then maybe you can see how far your head is up your ass.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074154810028399802004-01-15T00:17:00.000-08:002004-01-15T00:24:02.780-08:00

Can't seem to get the posting just right. Can't see the forest for the trees, can you Bess? Because of you I can't sleep. Another red letter day because of your inability to have enough of a brain to think of the future. It was a sorry ass day when I laid sight on your sorry ass.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074151244222497722004-01-14T23:13:00.000-08:002004-01-14T23:22:36.543-08:00

Tell me, what did you expect, Bess? You think you can take me to the cleaners every time I walk through the damn front door? I'm not your personal money machine. And I'm sick and tired of the microwave fish you lay down when I walk in the door. I'm sick of your phone calls to your mother. She's a thorn in my ass for the last 30 years. You expect me to buy you roses? Why don't you get your

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074140372471632372004-01-14T20:07:00.000-08:002004-01-14T20:21:24.640-08:00

Damn SUVs. Bastards think they can get one over on me. I'll fry their balls in their own urine. Bunch of bitches drive like pansies on a stick. My old lady wants one now. Her and her fuckin' credit cards. I work my ass off for her to sit on her fat ass in a truck?, for her to go to the mall and spend more of my money? on what? Hell if I know, it ends up going to her bastard grown kid.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074133408736265252004-01-14T18:17:00.000-08:002004-01-14T18:25:20.746-08:00

This blogging shit isn't so hard. Damn bastard kid tried to lead on that it was. Now I really tell you what I think of you assholes out there. First off, you should know that you're an asshole. Most assholes don't know they are one. I'm here to let you know otherwise. You can fool most people but you can't fool me. I can spot an asshole a mile away. Most of them drive SUVs. They think

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074132629848734342004-01-14T18:09:00.000-08:002004-01-14T18:17:36.466-08:00

Actually I like the little square of fat you'll find in a can of pork'n'beans. Hell, I'll admit it which is more than you would probably do. It took me 57 years to finally admit to the world that I love that little square of fat. As the head of the household, I always got the square of fat. Because I demanded the best.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074132299544707612004-01-14T18:04:00.000-08:002004-01-14T18:13:01.403-08:00

And I don't even like pork'n'beans.

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331957.post-1074130231440135472004-01-14T17:29:00.000-08:002004-01-14T18:05:22.670-08:00

I use to be a nice person. I really was. I'm not anymore. But all these cars on the freeway are killing me. This commute is killing me. The world is full of idiots and I'm happy to say I'm not one of them. "Them." They fuck up my road. They can't stay in their lane on the freeway. They speed up and won't let me merge off the freeway. They ride my tail. Assholes. Give them four wheels

arnoldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12491740765800104637noreply@blogger.com