DO
This time of year, you get young women in organizations or in high school nagging you about formals this and formals that. “Man, bitch, fuck your formal; I’m Superman!” He seemed to say.
DON’T
One time, my friend Jimmy Tomlinson caught this rabid raccoon in his backyard and kept him in this wire cage for a week. One day, he went to check on the raccoon and take him some food, and the fucker had chewed through the wire and escaped. That has absolutely nothing to do with this picture. I just thought you might want to take your mind off of it for a little while.
Has anyone else see that new show on MTV called Yo Momma?? Well to put it simply it is fucking amazing. Two people stand there and well talk shit about each other. I dont wish to write a full entry on it right now. But I have to mention one main part. At the end of each show, the loser says the same thing. “Hey I brought game tonight, but I lost. But dont worry American you will see me again.” See you again? What the fuck? I am serious everyone of them says it. I am glad that the market for people talking shit for a living is high.
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Lights my meat
It happened one night when I was called upon to feed my family. I had to barbecue, but, like I said…it was night. I couldn’t see. Then, I had a stroke of genius. A lamp! A lamp was the answer. I took a lamp from my family room to aid my marinating and grilling. But it only helped a little.
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DO
This guy is so perfect everyone else should just give up and let him have the world to himself. He’s got the hardcore posturing of a biker without the thing that makes bikers assholes – the bike. He is totally going to thrash somebody on the tram.
DON’T
Things like this make me staunchly opposed to the Western feminist “Girls’ Night Out” compulsion. Drunken pseudo-lesbianism and buffoonery are just the tip of the iceberg. The ugliest spaghetti straps you’ve ever seen and dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, and more dancing round out the rest of the evening. Girls just wanna have fun formulaically streamlined and repulsive.
Well, hopefully, t@p will join us because I’m serious about doing this. Awesome that the first sentence of Seriously Revival has the word “serious” in it. And, now, the second sentence has…nevermind.
So, we lost our site. When the whole Diary-x situation began, it was very surreal for me because I always feared something like that happening. For some reason, even though I’m affiliated with a few different sites, I always had that fear particularly about Seriously. I’m really not sure why. For this reason, t@p and I did a very half-assed physical back-up by printing out our entries. I think the only reason we actually did that much was because I needed it for a project for my creative writing class. So…we haven’t exactly lost everything like most Diary-x’ers did. We have from the beginning until about 2004, I think. Still, it really leaves a hole in my heart (and I’m sure t@p would agree) that wasn’t entirely perceptible when this first happened.
I think when it first became official that Diary-x was dead, t@p and I tried not to let it hit us hard. We sorta rationalized that we really hadn’t been posting much during those two years that we lost. The thing is…every single one of those posts meant something.
I’ll find myself remembering something that’s happened in the last two years, and then remembering how I had written about it, and said some pretty funny things about the memory. Then, I’ll remember I’ve lost it. It’s a terrible feeling, let me tell ya.
Anyway, it’s happened, and there’s nothing we can do about it. It’s time to move on, and get back to writing, and, hopefully, we might entertain some of you in the process.
Seriously is back.
-Pendejo “Love” Joe(ns)
Seriously.
I can’t describe what exactly it meant. I’ve never had the self-discipline to keep a journal more than intermittently before in my life.
Seriously.
Provided a place for me to look back upon previous deeds and remember more than just the moments I tried to explode. I remember the rest of that day.
Seriously.
I had slacked off to doing nothing. I don’t know when exactly I got complacent. But I did.
Seriously.
Might just be the Phoenix I’ve been needing.
~t@p~
DO
Ahead of his time. This guy is pioneering the cyber orgy; doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well.
DON’T
Cops are chock-full of stories you just do not want to know exist because they see shit like this every day. It’s all fun and games until someone tragically thinks they’re a tampon. This situation quickly deteriorated into an incident that eventually resulted in a new charge being invented called “attempted insertion.”
It appears that FW and PJ are engaged in a battle for phrase-coinage superiority. Or at least precedence.
This post and this one will be traveling back in blog time to prove once and for all who came up with the phrase “forever and a fuck.” (It was really PJ)
Does anyone give a fuck? I mean…does anyone give a fucketh? The answer is no.
Hey, everyone. I think most of the people who visit this site are at least semi-aware that this place is sort of a spin-off from FW’s and my Diary-x days. And if not, now you are.
So before the time of Unp0ssible, there was FW’s Friday Night Lover’s Something Something. And there was Seriously. T@P and I ran it together as part of the blogging boom about four years ago until recently when Diary-x died.
Well, he and I have decided that until we can rebuild Seriously, we’re going to be posting here on Fridays in the classic Seriously format. That means we’ll be posting together on the same post.
Many have made the comment that he and I are just not the same when separate. So, hopefully, we still have the magic when we’re together. Do you still love me t@p?
The entirety of the Universe cannot be explained within the confines of Physics. Chance and possibility seemly are the rules which govern everything. The Law of Conservation of Energy is violated every second somewhere, it just happens to be violated very quickly.
Doesn’t this sound like a Good Friday topic. The Creationists are waiting in the wings ready to pounce on the Big Bang and explain it in less than 9,000 years. Meanwhile science turns a blind eye to humanity ready to isolate themselves for another Dark Age.
The Nation is looking to the South for a reason. Mexico is fixing to tear itself apart. Father is planning for Iran.
The Abortionists are returning to the back alleyway. The War on Drugs keeps keeping on. The Poor keep trying to come up.
Meanwhile.
Bob Dylan comes to town.
I don’t know about the newbies outdoing me this week. Fuck…before long I’m going to be replaced if I don’t come up with something funny… and quick.
Fuck. Think, PJ, think. Umm…
EUREEKA! Pictures! Pictures are funny.
ACK! What the fuck was THAT?!!! Uh…er…Remember when I did this? That was pretty funny. Right, guys?
Right?
