New Year...Same Balls.

This Year, I Resolve To Be Better (As If It Were Possible). Which Means Worse To All Of you (Which Is Completely Possible).


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Balls...Title 9. Title 9...Balls. Nice To Make Your Acquaintance!

Upon Further Review, It Looks Like The Only Thing Left To Do Was To Lose The Whole F*cking Thing. As In, The Program.

Signed Affectionately, Title 9.


Oh, And Don't Forget To See The Rest Of My Balls...

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I Havent Seen A Beating Like That Since...Well... you Were Stroking My Balls.

You know, When I First Saw The Gaddafi Video, I Had A Flashback And Thought Gaddafi Was Being Beaten For Standing In Front Of his House, On The Sidewalk, With A Cell Phone In His Hand By fraternity And Their Paid Off Thugs. But Then I Realized, That Wasn't Gaddafi, That Was Me.

I Guess he Tried To Utilize My Strategy Of Just Letting Them Pound On you Until They Tire Themselves Out And Then Realize That They Are Overmatch By Someone Who Isn't Even Swinging Back And Then Realize This Was A Real Bad Idea And That "the state" and the mafia Didn't Pay Them Enough For This While I Whistle To Myself And Plan Out The Rest Of My Evening After I Chase These Scared Sh*tless Faggots Away. Yeah, I Guess Gaddafi Couldn't Do That. Only Super Humans Can.

But Then Again, I Guess Only A Bunch Of Pussies Would Beat Up An Old Man And Kill Him...And This "state" Smells Like A Whole Bunch Of Pussy.

I Was Surprised That After They Beat Him Up And Killed Him, That They Didn't Arrest Him For Being Assaulted And Take Him To The Hospital For A Psych Evaluation, But Then I Remembered, He Wasn't From "the state" And He Wasn't Being Disorderly For Having Been Assaulted And Not Dying From It When They Wanted Him To.

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Side To Side, Back And Forth, Balls.

I Don't Like It When People Shake their Heads Side To Side At Me, Unless they Follow It Up With A "Motherf*cker" Because they Can't Believe It's Me, A "Holy Sh*t" Because they Can't Believe I'm Standing In front Of Them, Or A "Wow" Because they Are In Awe. Because If you Just Do It Without Any Of Those 3 Reactions, I Just Interpret It As you Saying "NO" To Me And I Don't Remember Asking For your Permission To Do Anything, Nor Do I Think you're Qualified To Give Me your Opinion.

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It's BETTER For you To See Me Looking At Myself, Than To See Me Looking At....MY BALLS.

A Moment....With....My Balls.

If Vehicle Manufactures Did Not Want Me To Look At Myself In The Mirrors Of The Cars I Drive, They Wouldn't Have Placed All Of The Mirrors To Face Me. So, Ha. Nany, Nany, Foo, Foo. And All That Other Stuff.

This Has Been A Moment...With...My Balls.


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Memory Like An Elephant??? Memory Like...MY BALLS!!!!

It's That Time Again. Time For Another Moment...With My Balls.

"Remember, When you Meet My P-Ness, you're Meeting Me. But, When you Meet Me, you May Not Be Meeting My P-Ness. Think About That For A While."

This Has Been Another Moment With My Balls.


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Know What's Phenomenal?...MY BALLS.

Just Got A Short, Little, Message For All The "Phenomenons" Out There. you're Not Phenomenal. Music Television, For Better Or For Worse, Is A Phenomenon. Music Television Could Sit On A Toilet And Take A Sh*t; Then Reach Down, Grab That Shit, Fling It Against A Wall, And Air A Half-Hour, To An Hour, Of That Excriment Sliding Down The Wall, And It Would Become A Phenomenon.

So, Congradulations On Being Music Televisions Sh*t Sliding Down A Wall.

Also, There Have Been A Lot Of Questions About What osama's Last Words Were. Well, Wonder No More. I Have The Information.

When The SEALS Kicked Open The Door Of The Room Osama Was In, he Was Walking Away With his Back Towards Them. The SEAL team Then Ordered him To "Surrender!". At This Time, osama, With his Back Still Facing Them, Turned his Head, Coughed, And With his Eyes Wide Open, Said "Uh Oh...We've Got A Situation." The Team Then, Rightfully, Proceeded To Shoot him Twice And Kill him Instantly.

They Then Lifted his Shirt, Took A Picture Of his Abs, And Then Dumped him Into The SEE.

Some People Would Call This A Fitting, Justified, Rightful, Conclusion...But I Would Call It Foreshadowing.

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I Could Drown Them At The Shore...With My Balls.

You Know, The Whole Lifting Up The Shirt And Showing The Mid-Section, Or Abs, Was Actually Started By Me Over 10 Years Ago. And When I Invented It, It Wasn't To Show Off, It Was To Cool Myself Off And Down From The Sweat That Was Dripping Off My Balls From The Physical Exertion I Was Expending In My Battle With "the state". I Don't Think It's Very Entertaining To Pervert It And Exploit It, By A Bunch Of No Talent, Retarded, Trash. They Should Be Embarrassed And So Should The Network Because Before There Was The Hills And The ..Whatever That Crap Is, There Was...THE CP. And Unlike Any Of you, I Never Get Old. So, Put This On The Turn Table And Scratch It...F*CK you.

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'Til The Sweat Drips OFF My...BALLS.

Yet Another...Moment...With My Balls.

In Order To Live A 100% Meaningful Life, One Must Realize One Crucial Fact:

90% Of Life Is Just Showing Up.

The Other 10% Is The Realization That I Am Better Than you.

This Has Been A Moment With My Balls. (Yet Another)

And Part Of That Percentage Is Learning The Way Life Works. See It Here:

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