http://kissofdeath.com/blog (Invite ONLY)

[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

Save_Us.KOD

The Fall Of Professional Wrestling


God DAMN do I hate you all. I want to make that so, so fucking clear. Yeah I'm ripping off Jericho's bitch ass lame fucking Save_Us bit. You got a problem? I don't give a fuck. You bastards. I was ready to refuckinglax, maybe buy some nice little place in a secluded area. Sit back, kick it and just get drunk hourly. Can I do that? Noooooooooo no no, it seems the Kiss Of Death has to come back and fix what's been deemed wrong. You bastards. Have any of you motherfuckers been paying attention?! I leave for what, a couple months? When I get back.... it's like, everything is in fucking ruin!! No WONDER Lessien took her gains and took the fuck off. I don't blame her at all shit I should have gone with her. Have I mentioned? You bastards. Opening of GCW! Big fucking news, yeah alright there Mandy. She worked oh 'so' hard trying to avoid looking like other places, and in the end she does the exact same thing they do by recycling talent. Oxymoron. What's worse? I'm of course going to be involved in the fucking company. It's lowering my standards, but I have to save the God damn place from itself. Now.... SADLY, I don't know who all is going to be on the roster....

MEANING... I can't accurately take massive pot shots at said roster members.... yet. You best believe when I do find out? I'm going to TOWN on you bitches. I remember Detroit better then most of you know the back of your own hand, you sick perv fucks. I'm telling you right now.... ANY of you bastards even TRY to accuse me of using drugs again? So help me GOD I will tear your post-op sex change limbs apart. Little kids is what we have here ladies and gentlemen. At least when I lost? The like, few times I did... I ACCEPTED IT. Did I use excuses? Well fuck yeah I did, but did I accuse any of them of abusing drugs or steroids? Hell no. Why? Because I'm not a God damn MORON. Useless wastes of LIFE, Jesus Christ. If this, alright alright.... I'm not exactly going to get into what my belief system is. BUT!

IF THIS is the kind of people, the kind of scum that Jesus died for? That dude got royally SCREWED you know what I mean? I remember having to deal with morons in Detroit, fucking short bus special is what that is. You got women bitching and whining, because WITHOUT DOING ANY WORK AT ALL they wonder why they aren't getting title shots. They wonder why they haven't had a belt handed to them. You wanna know why? Hm? Because for the majority that Detroit was open? The belts you were going after ladies? WERE AROUND MY WAIST! THAT'S why you didn't get handed jack fucking shit, because in order to become the champion? You would have had to beat ME. If I remember correctly? There was literally, a small handful that can claim they had been able to do that. If you were one of the ones bitching? Odds are? YOU WEREN'T ONE OF THEM! Get fucking over it, you God damn LOSERS.

Moving on. So ANYWAY.... I found out today, that a.. well I'm not sure I could call him a friend really. Someone that I kind of had a thing for, is now married. That's right, Cross Genovese. Also known to most as King Vegas. It seems he's now married and you know, kind of off the market. Now I'll admit... that's a bit of a bummer, course I'll live. I'm you know, not desperate and stalking him. HOWEVER it seems that cannot be said for another certain individual, that is obviously still very much attached.... and probably.. in oh I don't know... SOMEWAY, stalking Cross. I guess the whole news of finding out he got married, kind of blows Destiny "The Blow Up Doll" Knight out of the water now huh? See, me and Destiny have never met officially. However it's no great secret, that we totally..... in every way you can imagine it... hate each other. Despise. Loathe. Frankly? I don't even care if she knows who I am, I don't even care if she tries that oh so over used nonchalant "who are you?" type high school avoidance technique that only people who aren't regulars at the free clinic can get away with.

I've heard enough about her to know, I can't stand the bitch. So like, if you don't like reading that? Don't read my fucking blog. Freedom of speech assholes, look it up. That's another thing I just love so much right, when someone decides you know what? I'm going to say what I want to say today. Everyone else who doesn't agree with that? They go apeshit and try to silence you. Fucking losers, you waste your energy. If I decide I'm going to speak my mind? You really think a bunch of people running around like chickens with their heads cut off, bitching and moaning about how "she can't doooo thaaaat" is going to stop me? Are you serious? You wonder why I'm always such a bitch all the fucking time? You wanna know why? Like seriously, in all total honesty why? Simple. YOU'RE the reason I'm such a bitch. Each and every one of YOU. Everytime you expect something for nothing. Everytime you take CREDIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK. Everytime you try to become something you're not by living through someone else. Every single time you do some dumb ass thing like that, a bitch cell within my body explodes and triggers a rant. You're tired of me being a bitch? You want me to "play nice" and become all tame and smile when I see a clown?

TO FUCKING BAD!

Lilith Creighton

[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Friday, December 7th, 2007

The Kiss of Death

Personal Vendettas


Well, I got some good news for me and some bad news for the rest of you. Good news for me? I've made damn sure I will be wrestling for GCW, bad news for you? I've made damn sure I will be wrestling for GCW. Believe me... I'm not coming to GCW for just ONE reason. It's not just about titles.... it's not just about 'fame'. Hell no. I have unfinished business from FCW, and I'm almost certain some of you bitches are in Chicago or close by.... I can almost smell the stench of failure and cheap perfume.

Speaking of cheap perfume, I had a dream last night. It was really kind of fucked up. So like, me and Vegas were playing cards right. Don't ask me why I have no fucking idea, maybe I shouldn't have mixed Vodka with whatever was in that bottle under the sink. Anyway, we're playing cards right. Buck's passed out in the corner, still air humping the plastic blow up doll he's got in his hands. I just could have sworn whenever he'd shout 'Giggity' and both me and Vegas would look over, that blow up doll became Destiny. It was weird as fuck you know? I was thinking, here I'm going to turn Vegas back over to the light side with women who were born that way, and for some reason the inflatable woman was in the dream?

Maybe I need to stop eating all of those pretty colored taco shells I'm buying from that Mexican'T 'Nando. Swimming bastard.... anyway. So, in the dream Vegas like totally crushes me in Poker. Then he jumps up and turns into Al Bundy. So I had to shoot him, you know for the masses. Weird ass shit.... wait, what was I talking about? Oh, OH! GCW! Right... right, personal business. Alright I'm back on track, here we go...

It seems a lot of you little bastards from Detroit are probably around Chicago, or at least someplace close to it. Meaning a lot of you probably think I wasn't going to be here, because if you knew I WAS coming you would... nay, SHOULD have been smart enough to turn the other way..... and go back to Never Never Land. Amanda Wallace seems to think there's an issue with me being a glory hog, I find that hilarious. It's not my fault that all of you in Detroit could barely scratch the surface of the glass ceiling I was able to hold over all of you. If anything you should be blaming yourselves for your fuck ups, not trying to whine and cry that I did this or I did that. What kind of sad ass immature adults are all of you? So you want to go run to teacher because I had all the crayons? Jesus Christ man, I didn't fire all of you when I had the chance... WHY?

I to this day don't have the answer for that. Fucking wish I did thought, believe me. Oh fuck... I didn't mention that yet, sorry. I hate you all, I truly truly hate you ALL. I despise you, I loathe you. I wish for a curse to be placed upon your horse face looking, weave wearing, blow up doll abused asses. GCW needs me, a hell of a lot more then it needs YOU. Remember that. When it comes down to it, the bosses can spout off about everyone being replaceable all they want, but in the end....?

You'd be out the door, LONG before I would.

Lilith Creighton.

[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

Spare_Us.Imitation Styles

Shoot-A-Thon

I'm BACK. And better then evar *insert bad rip of Bischoff music here* So it seems during this Christmas time, bitches think they have the rights of human beings. Sad, sad. So anyway I've decided to allow some close personal friends, and fans, actually guest post inside my blog. That's right you bitch ass posers. This means I won't be the only one running you useless pieces of plastic out of town anymore. Now I will have, help. AS IF I NEED IT ;D

ANYWAY!

We all know, Sylas Styles now don't we? Of course. Sy-las St-yles. Guy Be-side Me. FTW. Legendary wrestler... *sighs* sadly, we now have a imitation Styles running around. It's name is Veronica Styles. I guess Archie was taken or something. Now normally I'd go on a giant rant about how this bitch is not worth my time, she thinks... I'm, jealous, of her.

;D

I know right?

I'm not in it's league. Despite how I totally dominated a entire City like it was a playground. What do I think about the fake Styles? Simple:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ;D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ;D

;D

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[Yoshi Nagata]

Date Of Entry: Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

False Stardom[/u]
Alright. Wrestling forums? Bad idea to post your thoughts on. Cause once someone disagrees with you? And that person is considered a 'legend' on that forum? All the fucking idiots are going to jump on the bandwagon and get behind that one person. You may get the occasional one person on your side but it doesn't matter. Your opinion don't mean jack shit once that 'legend' speaks against you. Whatever. So, I made my own blog, on the best site in the universe, so, I can vent all I want. So, before I get onto my topic, of "False Stardom" I'm just going to say that I'm enjoying my stay in Chicago, even though Mario is pissed at me because the card game tournament isn't until January 5th. See, I didn't see that much, all I saw was the commercial for the tournament and saw it in Chicago. So, we're stuck in Chicago for a while. He's enjoying it. He just doesn't want to admit that shit. I think he's down in the hotel bar getting drunk. Probably picking up on the ladies, or at least, trying to. As for me? I was watching some of my most recent wrestling DVD's and drinking some vodka. Mainly of a fed that was based in Detroit, Michigan. And I got to tell you that I got annoyed while watching them. Not at the company, but at the people who gained stardom, or rather, FALSE stardom and think they are hot shit because of a few exploits. See, that's where the people on the forum will disagree with you.

See... The topic of today? Is Mikki Wilson.Now, don't get me wrong here, I'm not going to tear into the poor, young woman. But... She is one of the victims of False Stardom. See, when she first hit the business, she was a manager. A manager for the tag team known as... I believe it was Starstruck? A team comprised of two males; Kevin Wilson, her uncle, and Jeff Terron, who later became her boyfriend? Or was later revealed to be her boyfriend. Eh, either way, doesn't matter much to me. So, right, this team was... somewhat successful, even though they half-assed it most of the time and expected to get title shots and this and that... BUT! They aren't the subject of today. No, no, no. I already said the subject is that of Mikki Wilson. So, yeah, this red-haired vixen played manager for a while and then? Then she started getting trained by a total bitch; Jessie Blair. I don't think that's an insult to that woman either, I think she likes being called the bitch. Eh, not sure. Anyway, so, that went on for a while but... Blair was fired? I think that's what happened. Or maybe she quit, which left little old Mikki high and dry.

Anyway, Mikki did pretty much fuck all from that point on... But! But! Yes, there is a but! Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ there is a but! She somehow, got more training, I believe it was first from the "Chi-town Crippler" Punk and then from a BIGGER name in the business, now, I'm sure we all know who I am talking about, right? Right? Yeah, you're damn right. Jonathan Maxwell Pryor. The Wrestling Savior himself! Why he trained this woman I have no clue, but all it did in this tale is push her closer to false stardom. See, he began training her. She began a real wrestling career at this time, well, more so than what she did have going to be honest. Anyway, during the training... She was in a short feud with Lilith... Again, false stardom comes into play. The feud was short lived, very short lived. I believe the last thing that happened was Mikki doing a... I believe it was a Ring of Fire to Lilith during a type of tournament?

Ah, well, it doesn't matter what it was. What does matter is that Mikki was not only trained by Pryor, riding his coat tail for success but the same thing happened when she began feuding with Lilith. She rode LILITH'S coat tail to what success she does have. If it wasn't for Lilith? That woman wouldn't even be KNOWN, she'd be just another face in the business, another sad, pathetic face. She gets in the title picture like, twice, maybe it was once, and then gets knocked out of it. She took Lilith on in a pit fight, now, Mikki could have had her several times in this match, but did she? Did she?! No! No she didn't, Lilith walked out the winner. Bet Mikki went around screaming there was an unfair advantage in that fight or some shit. Hell if I know, but she looks the type to do that shit.

Oh! Oh! And lets not forget the time she injured Sakura Oyamada! That injury put Sakura on the shelf for quite sometime and also removed her from heavy ring activity! The woman is twenty-five or twenty-six years of age and has been removed from a full time in-ring career by some wet-behind the ears, coat tail riding bitch! I'm surprised Amanda didn't get rid of her ass when that happened too. Ugh! Fuck it! I'm done with this, I'm pissed enough, this helped some but God damn! Shit like this irritates me. Good night people!

Why am I even doing this? You're probably asking yourself by now aren't you? Cause, well, Mikki Wilson probably wont ever see this shit, right? I'm just some normal, every day guy. Well, the answer is simple, its a free country and I made my own blog on Lilith's website, hence, I run my blog and am allowed to say whatever the hell I want!

Or, as Lilith Creighton would say......

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CUZ I CAN!

~Hideyoshi Nagata~

Yoshi's Recommended Sites
Kiss of Death - Link to my favorite female wrestler's{EVER} Blog. Lilith Creighton.
YouTube - Fun site to pass the time on. Good for when you're bored too.
Wikipedia - Useful information site. Sometimes inaccurate though. Enter at ye own risk.
IGN - Well, if you're a gamer, this site will come in handy.[/font]

[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Thursday, December 20th, 2007

Future Shock

You Just Got STARR'D


It's no great secret, to anyone who actually means anything in the wrestling community, that I had a short relationship with the one and the only Brent Starr. I am Future Shock. Mr. Level 420 Pwn. The Reality Check. I could go on, but you get the point. Now myself and Brent haven't talked in a while... or communicated in a while actually. Hopefully he sees this and gets a kick out of it...

Cause I sure as hell saw what he did earlier. You see this shit everybody? If you HAVEN'T? You're about to... get Starr'd:

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**********

The following message has been paid for, and brought to you by the coalition against Stupid Talentless Abusive Retarded Redundant Dweebs.
AKA
STARR'D Inc.

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Hi, I'm Brent Starr, lead man, spokesperson, chairman, main representative and C.E.O of Starr'd Inc.

Today marks the first of many lessons for the world of professional wrestling in how to be original, get yourself over and not have to rely on other people.

Todays Lesson: Your Gimmick

Don't dress like a super hero
Don't pretend to be a super hero
Don't act like you have special powers
Don't pretend you have special powers
Don't lead the world on like your elite super special powers mean something, when infact, they don't even exist.
Don't make up false information to beef up your reputation
Don't send look alike clones to do the job for you
Don't talk down the higher caliber talent

and most of all

Don't pretend what you say or do to someone else in one town, cannot be seen or passed along and told to someone in another town.

P.S Blogs aren't Gay, people who are too far in the past to realize the world is a different place with new technology and refuse to accept the high tech world of communicational devices, such as, the internet, instant messengers, cell phones, video phones and the like... Those people are gay!

So in closing, if you think your some sort of super hero, dress like a super hero and play super hero all the time... you belong in DC comics, not the same ring or wrestling company that I work for.

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Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Let me insta replay that for a couple of you slower mothers out there, some key points for your reading pleasure.

"Don't make up false information to beef up your reputation
Don't send look alike clones to do the job for you
Don't talk down the higher caliber talent"

Didn't catch it yet? Maybe one more time.

"Don't talk down the higher caliber talent"

;D

Fucking hint hint hinty motherfucking hint.

Looks like Starry has still been going strong in destroying bitches who think they deserve the world when they haven't even earned a coffee enema. Good shit. Hope you're reading Starry, I miss you And from the looks of how much you can still verbally kill a motherfucker and wipe his or her existence off of the face of any City we're in, you're still in fine form. Oh... BTW

YOU ALL JUST GOT STARR'D

;D

Lilith Creighton

[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Thursday, December 20th, 2007

+1

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Restoring Order

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The following message has been paid for, and brought to you by the coalition against Stupid Talentless Abusive Retarded Redundant Dweebs.
AKA
STARR'D Inc.

**********

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Hi, I'm Brent Starr, lead man, spokesperson, chairman, main representative and C.E.O of Starr'd Inc.

Today marks the first of many lessons for the world of professional wrestling in how to be original, get yourself over and not have to rely on other people.

Todays Lesson: Your Gimmick

Don't dress like a super hero
Don't pretend to be a super hero
Don't act like you have special powers
Don't pretend you have special powers
Don't lead the world on like your elite super special powers mean something, when infact, they don't even exist.
Don't make up false information to beef up your reputation
Don't send look alike clones to do the job for you
Don't talk down the higher caliber talent

and most of all

Don't pretend what you say or do to someone else in one town, cannot be seen or passed along and told to someone in another town.

P.S Blogs aren't Gay, people who are too far in the past to realize the world is a different place with new technology and refuse to accept the high tech world of communicational devices, such as, the internet, instant messengers, cell phones, video phones and the like... Those people are gay!

So in closing, if you think your some sort of super hero, dress like a super hero and play super hero all the time... you belong in DC comics, not the same ring or wrestling company that I work for.

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Just thought I'd re-show that to anyone who hadn't caught it, you know, Mormon virgins and what not who don't know about the world. That, was the world of wrestling chapter one according to Brent Starr.

Mr. Future Shock.

Mr. Level 420 PWN.

The Dean Of PWN U.

Mr. +1.

If I really have to go on you should all be shot on sight now, begone. Imma start getting hold of IP's that visit this site and ban you motherfuckers who don't know who I'm talking about. Moving the fuck on...

Actually no. We ain't moving on yet.

*enters the retired motherfucking P.R. mode*

Drink Pwn-Light. All the same great PWN-tastic flavors, with half the whining, bitching & complaining about it.

*exit P.R. mode*

Okay, NOW we can move the fuck on.

The Familia

The Regime

The Order

Which of these is not like the other things. Which of these does not belong? Dumb ass hicks. You bastards, that's all I'm going to say about that shit right there. You, bastards. I was in The Order for a short time... and I can fucking promise you...... I will NOT let this shit happen.

See, some of you little bastards have this little novel idea that 'us' (those who reside in any of the three groups mentioned, pay fucking attention) superstars should... step aside. Just, bow out gracefully and leave the stage while the spotlight is still hot on our tails. You... talentless..... ungrateful... sons of bitches. You, all seem to deny it don't you? Seem to like, forget it happened. But a majority of any of you reading, here in Chicago. Maybe in Detroit.... in Ohio, and ANY-WHERE THE FUCK ELSE. You... a majority of 'YOU' so called superstars...

Wouldn't be around....

IF IT WASN'T FOR OUR FUCKING WORK!

Riding coat tails don't even COVER IT ANYMORE. You bastards are starting to straight up identity thefting our asses at this point. I mean good God, isn't that shit illegal? I'm going to have Buck look into that crap. I'm sure with all his legal fucking track records he knows at least ONE God damn O.J. style sleaze of a lawyer we can use to run over you copyright infringing' asses with. God I fucking hate you ALL. Back to my main point...

Order WILL be restored...

Whether you like it or not.

Lilith Creighton

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[Lilith]

Date Of Entry: Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

Queen Creighton


The Creighton Commandments


A-hem. Hello one and all losers of my world. I hate you all, remember that. Now... it seems my good good friend Brent Starr.. has been putting you all so far back in your own closest you're finding Christmas presents early. Meaning I can't really do a whole lot more in terms of crushing insects under my boots. He's done it for me ;D It also seems some people are complaining and whining that Starry has decided to grace them with his crosshairs...

You bastards.

I've decided to have some mercy.... so, I won't plug Brent Starr's words of infinite wisdom anymore. That's right. I, Lilith Creighton, will not mention Brent Starr's words of wrestling... for the rest of this day. You have my promise I won't plug his Church like knowledge. Moving on.

It is however time for me to dish out my OWN commandments of the world, of the industry.... of the business you just rent space in when people like me own it. That's right bitches, it's time you got the straight up laws of my world.


Creighton Commandment One:
Thou Shall Not BITCH!

No more bitching. No more complaining. I'm sick of it. You bastards run around bitching like you have the right when you haven't even earned the right to be sodomized in a Turkish prison.


Creighton Commandment Two:
Honor Thy Social Betters.

You know, when people are better then you. You do, it's easy to see. So instead of trying to rant and rave with rip-off characteristics of those who ARE better then you? Slow down, know your roll and shut up. If someone better then you is to tired to PWN your bitch ass? Do it for them. Sucking up is a great way to show respect for the higher ups.


Creighton Commandment Three:
Rated R Lame-O

Sex Sex and more Sex. Hey now... don't get me wrong, sex is fucking awesome. Great activity and all that. But if you expect to be a whore who lays down in alleys and gets Trains rolled over your stretch Armstrong like worn out ass and be respected for it? You may as well leap into oncoming traffic now so we can all sleep a little sounder at night without wondering where the hell that smell is coming from outside our windows.


Creighton Commandment Four:
No Vacancy At PWN U

This is a simple one really. It's one that the aforementioned Brent Starr had spoken with such Church'd ability as of a recent date. You, are not, us. Very simple. See the Creighton Commandment Two? Dictates you honor and respect those better then you and shut your trap. This Commandment? Is a blanket one. It covers all said things. See, we? All of us, Familia, Regime, Order. We? Are better, then you. There is no ands ifs nor butts. No ways around it, no complaining, no trying to avoid it. Stop trying to imitate us, the patience is running thin.


Creighton Commandment Five:
Puppet Mastery Is A No-No

Seriously, this is fucking annoying. You send wave after wave after wave of 'twins' around to get fucked, to whore out, to sell out and eventually get booted the FUCK OUT. You then sit there, bitch and whine and wonder 'how come no one loves me'. And stupid shit like 'how come they all say m-m-m-ean things about meeee'. You douche, you fail at life. Go away, go die in a gutter, hell for all I care pimp yourself out to a stepfather who's so deprived of sex he's willing to touch your faded leather like skin. You want to find mass amounts of people and clones you can fuck and leech off of? Go somewhere else.


That's all I'll do for now, can't shock the system to much. I might get some lawsuit filed against me cause you know... I'm the 'favorite'. Oh yeah, Amanda just fucking LOVES me don't you know. That's why she screwed me out of my title, tried to have me fired and attempted to run my career into the ground. Yeah we're best fucking buddies. Morons.

Lilith Creighton

[Yoshi Nagata]

Date Of Entry: Monday, December 24th, 2007

Tax Raise? The Fuck?![/u]
Okay, okay, okay! What the hell is the Government going on about now? I think Remmy got something going with that whole conspiracy thing. Fucking government man. Watching us and shit? I'm starting to believe it. See, I got a call up from a friend who lives in South Carolina. Said she watched the news. The NEWS! Now, I ain't one to watch that shit, cause, well, its boring as hell. I say that now, but watch when I get in my mid thirties or so, I'll be leaned back in a rocker watching that shit. I hope to hell not. Anyway, this friend of mine, who shall remain nameless for this blog, said she watched the news and saw the stupidest thing ever. EVAR! This was just a few short days ago, just for your information.

Apparently. America is fat. GASP! OH NOEZ! Um, yeah, that's like on the news, every, single day right? Rising obesity in America? Yup. See it like, all the time, on the news, in the paper, on the God damn Internet! But the cause isn't cause people don't work out enough or nothing. No, no. Its the Soda Pop's fault. So, you know what they are doing to remedy this shit? They are... Raising taxes on Soda! The fuck?! That, is fucking, ghey man! Uber ghey! That ain't going to solve shit! People are still going to buy their pop! Even if it does one day cost more than gas, people will still buy it and the Government will just be loving that! More money for their greedy asses.

That's exactly what this whole tax raise is about you know. So they can get more of our fucking money. It ain't got nothing to do with America being fat, if they wanted to remedy that, they'd fucking shut down the fast food chains, or at least make them cost along the lines of a restaurant. I mean, McDonald's, I'm sure its good in some places, but from where I come from? You order fries? Yeah, you get fries, but you bite into them, grease explodes into your mouth. Not the best eatery. Burger King's good too, but, all the sauce and stuff they put on their stuff is fattening. Oh, and let us not forget about KFC. KFC... Damn that's some good stuff right there. Very good stuff, but lets face it, as someone once said, its like the nutritional equivalent to smoking crack.

Fuck, man. The government just wants more of our money, that's all that shit is. And why do they want it? Probably to like, build more Weapons of Mass Destruction or some shit. Or, or! Put it to MORE useless things like that dumb ass invisibility cloak thing I read about scientists trying to create a few months back. Not unless that was a fucking hoax. But, damn, I read that shit and all I could do was shake my head. Its a cool concept in, like, animes and video games and shit, but to actually make one in reality? It just seems so God damned stupid.

Uh, anyway, back to the thing at hand. Government raising taxes on soda pop cause America is fat? False! Government raising taxes cause they want more of our money? True!

Fuck the Government![/size]

~Hideyoshi Nagata~

Yoshi's Recommended Sites
Kiss of Death - Link to my favorite female wrestler ever's Blog. Lilith Creighton.
Remmy's Space - The space of one Jin Remmy. Dude is funny as hell. Check him out one day.
YouTube - Fun site to pass the time on. Good for when you're bored too.
Wikipedia - Useful information site. Sometimes inaccurate though. Enter at ye own risk.
IGN - Well, if you're a gamer, this site will come in handy.[/font]