King Of Hell

YO JOE!

You know.....I was reaslly looking forward to the SIP thios year. I thought I might be able to paint something nice for once, but money and scheduling has thrown a monkey wrench in the plans so I am not coming up this time. I'm actually kinda pissed. Those things are suuuuuper fun with the exception of kids trying to freestyle rap next to me, at me, at someone I'm painting with. The cypher is gay dog. Go listen to your IPOD.

I don't think its a myth however, I don't care who did it, most graffiti just doesnt look good as a tattoo. I think I can count on one hand the graffiti tattoos that I thought looked decent.

with few exceptions, graffiti tattoos are double gaytarded.

I hated Gattaca.

This is a formica table. Green is its color.

-Kids who wear fifty gallons of Patchouli. Scratch that kids that wear any patchouli. To quote Patton Oswald "That shit smells like dirt thats been fucked by a hobo".

sheeeeeeeeeeeit, if someone takes my Top Ramen I get pissed.

I just got home from work. I'm tired. I'll prolly write more later.

OK....Let the angry guy step up to the soapbox..... -Douchebags who talk during movies. We don't care that you "knew that was gonna happen". We don't care that you are a very loud black woman who wants to say "nu uh!" after every scene. We don't care that you feel the need to explain it all to your dumb fucking girlfriend so you can look smart to her. We don't care that you need to make comedic comments to impress your hoodrat friends. I want to stab you in the face one thousand times with a hot poker in front of your babies. -People that don't figure out how to get from point A to point B until they are at A and a half, sitting at the stop sign trying to decide..hhmmmleft, right or forward?....maybe i should go this way..but what if theres traffic..hmm...." GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY YOU DIRT WHORE!!!!!! SOME OF US KNOW THE ROUTE TO GET WHERE WE NEED TO GO BEFORE WE GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!!!!! -Brand spanking, new Military guys comming into my shop looking to get one of the following" "inked", "tatted", "stung" "marked up". IT'S CALLED GETTING A TATTOO. JUST SAY THAT. "CAN I HAVE A TATTOO?" YES YOU CAN YOU BULLET SPONGE! People comming in my shop drunk to high hell and acting like it's a crime that we won't tattoo them. Seriously. No one wants you throwing up in thier chair. FUCK YOU GET SOBER AND TAKE IT LIKE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE GOING TO ACT LIKE TOMORROW WHEN YOUR CO-WORKERS ASK IF IT HURT AND YOU SAY "NAH...I FELL ASLEEP"....NO YOU PASSED OUT WITH PUKE ON YOUR SHIRT FUCKERMOUTH! People who ask these questions..(and they ask them everyday.): "Does it hurt? "Not as much as your annoying fucking question. Your fucking wife has a tramp stamp, ask her. "Where does it hurt them most?" My ears. They ache from your incessant yammering. "What should I get?" AIDS. Seriously, if you haven't gotten that far before you come in here looking to get something that will last FOREVER, then just quit now. Swallow glass forever you vapid rape victim. "How much it coss fo a tat?" I spelled that one out like it sounds when your ghetto ass adresses me with said assanine questions. HOW MUCH DOES WHAT COST? WHAT DO YOU WANT? HOW BIG? WHERE ON YOUR BODY? HOW DETAILED? THINK FOR THREE SECONDS BEFORE YOU TALK. BETTER YET LET ME STAB YOU IN FROMT OF YOUR MOTHER YOU IGNORANT SKIN SACK! -It's Christmas. You are in line. Its 30 people long. After waiting 45 minutes you are finally on deck. The woman in front of you brings her 90 gajillion items to the register and watches the poor cashier ring all her shit up. Then waits for the guy to tell her the total before she even begins to look in her purse for her checkbook. Then fucking asks "what store am i in again?" "what was the amount again" , THEN RECORDS IT IN HER REGISTER BEFORE EVEN TEARING OUT THE CHECK TO GIVE IT TO THE GUY! WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN LINE FOR FOURTY FIVE MINUTES? COULDN'T YOU HAVE DONE MOST OF THAT BESIDES THE AMOUNT WHILE WAITING? DIDN:T YOU REALISE THERE ARE 30 PEOPLE BEHIND YOU NOW? YOU COMPLAINED THE ENTIRE WAIT OF THE LINE AND NOW PROCEED T HOLD IT UP MORE YOU HAG. -People who don't read the signs around them first. They just don't even bother. "wheres the new releases?" ON THE WALL INFRONT OF YOU UNDER THE HUGE "NEW REALEASES" SIGN, YOU LAZY SACK OF SHIT!!!!! -When I worked in a bookstore I was always on the verge of killing people. Heres two things I can't stand. -People who come in and ASK ME where the SELF HELP books are. SERIOUSLY IF YOU AREN'T SERIOUSE AT THIS STAGE OF IT, EAT POISON. -People who buy the cliff notes for CATCHER IN THE RYE. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? -Graffiti kids who don't respect regional styles as sacred and just feel that "hey if it's on the internet, why not rip it off?" -"STREET ART" "NECK FACE" Graffiti writers who do big ass techno pieces, yet have no handstyle whatsoever, and also KIDS WHO CAN ONLY WRITE THIER NAME IN A HANDSTYLE. ALL OTHER WORDS LOOK LIKE CHICKEN SCRATCH. DUDE WORK HARDER. -Peoples seeming need for instant gratification. I HATE MOST OF YOU FOR THINKING THAT YOU DESERVE SOMETHING WHEN YOU DON'T WORK FOR IT!!!! THE CUSTOMER IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT>>>THE CUSTOMER ALWAYS FUCKING HAS HIS HEAD UP HIS ASS!!!! THAT MEANS YOU!

oh my stars and garters!

HOW DID I FORGET AUDIE MURPHY?????? serious hero status. The movie "To Hell and Back" is a movie based on his life and He plays himself. FUCKING RAD. I love that movie.

prepare to embrace the color orange.

quicksand.

Honestly, I can't stand what men seem to be today. Wearing girl jeans, waif thin, no real back bone. None of you motherfuckers can wrassle a bear. None of you can build your house with simple tools. If you were stranded on a deserted island you'd all be FUCKED. It;s time for us to go back to the days where you sailed on a boat for a year at a time, when you carried a knife for survival, not to impress some chick at a punk show, when you might die for what you thought was right and when men laughed fire in the face of Hell did what needed to be done anyway. This threas goes ot to the grizzled, tough motherfuckers, both real and fictional. Be a man. Own your beard, sharpen that axe, put that knife between your teeth and pissin the devils face!. Capt. Ahab. WHITE WHALE...HOLY GRAIL!!!!!!! The real Doc Holiday. Jim Bowie. James Coburn. Bad ass motherfucker. The real Wyatt Earp. Grizzled as the come. The Godfather of Grizzle! This man is a Grixxled as Grizzled gets. In 1967 when he was 50 years old he decided to spend a year alone in the alaskan wilderness. He took woodworking toll with him, some simple supplies and thats it. he even took the wooden handles off the tools to make packing easier and remade new wooden handle when he got there. After a year alone, he decided to spend the rest of his life there. GRIZZLED! His cabin with meat cache in the back ground. His cabin. Charles. If you don't know.... Mountain man. Lee Marvin. Add pictures of the grizzled. The tough as nails. The complete bad asses. Any Bullshit will get deleted.

im not saying dude definitelly said it before anyone else in the world, but its use on 12 is definitely pinpointed to a few people using it who were in on the joke. they havent been saying it on here since 02. nah mean?

12 pages and nobody moved this to crossfire, where the rest of the political rants are?....

i like pretty much everything they have ever recorded. love the last album. perfect growth for a great band. although as much as i like minor threat and fugazi..EMBRACE was Ians best stuff.

that 900 cartoons thing is serious. watch the two fucked up betty boops from the 30's and the samurai jack 2 part with him vs the ninja. doooooooooooooope.

i prefer "DASH FC" more.

As long as they aren't wigger girls, im good. those fucking dumbass girls are so fucking loaud in movie thaters. i hate it.

"Curly Bill: [takes a bill with Wyatt's signature from a customer and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you. Ike Clanton: Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy? Wyatt Earp: I'm retired. Curly Bill: Good. That's real good. Ike Clanton: Yeah, that's good, Mr. Law Dog, 'cause law don't go around here. Wyatt Earp: I heard you the first time. [flips a card] Wyatt Earp: Winner to the King, five hundred dollars. Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike. Johnny Ringo: [Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday. Doc Holliday: That's the rumor. Johnny Ringo: You retired too? Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime. Johnny Ringo: Yeah, you look it. Doc Holliday: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him? Kate: You don't even know him. Doc Holliday: Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him. Wyatt Earp: [to Ringo] He's drunk. Doc Holliday: In vino veritas. Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis. Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus apella. Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun] Ecentus stultorum magister. Doc Holliday: [gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat. Tombstone Marshal Fred White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language. Doc Holliday: Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him. " translation of the latin exchange... Doc Holliday: In Vino Veritas. [in wine is truth. - Meaning - "When I'm drinking, I speak my mind."] Johnny Ringo: Age Quod Agis. [Do what you do. - Meaning - "Do what you do best."] Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus Apella, Non Ego. The Jew Apella may believe it, not I. [Meaning, "Oh I don't believe drinking is what I do best."] Johnny Ringo: Eventus Stultorum Magister. [Events are the teachers of fools. - Meaning - "Fools have to learn by experience."] Doc Holliday: In Pace Requiescat. [Rest In Peace - Meaning - "It's Your Funeral!"] "Doc Holliday: Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd" "Ike Clanton: What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!" "Johnny Ringo: Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood? Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry." "Wyatt Earp: How are you? Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you? " "Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double. [billy Clanton draws a knife] Doc Holliday: [takes out a second gun] I have two guns, one for each of ya" "Wyatt Earp: From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!" "Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your soul. And I want them both right now!" "Doc Holliday: Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself." "Doc Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist" "Wyatt Earp: You gonna do somethin'? Or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?" "Johnny Ringo: [Ringo has taken Holliday up on his offer to 'finish the game'] All right, 'lunger'. Let's do it. Doc Holliday: Say when." BANG!!!! "Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo, after shooting him in a duel] You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high strung" "Doc Holliday: [after killing Johnny Ringo] It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear. " "Morgan Earp: Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing." "Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Nobody move! Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move." "Doc Holliday: Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise." Frank McLaury: [a mortally wounded McLaury is taking aim at Doc] I've got you... you bastard! Doc Holliday: [holds up arms] You're a daisy if you do!

"Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never steal enough, or kill enough, or cause enough pain to fill it up. And so he walks the earth, forever seeking retribution... Wyatt Earp: For what? Doc Holliday: Being born." "Doc Holliday: It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds." "Johnny Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday. Doc Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play For Blood" -- remember? Johnny Ringo: Oh that. That was just foolin' about. Doc Holliday: I wasn't." "Johnny Ringo: It's quoted in the bible, Revelations. Behold the pale horse...the man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him" "[Doc Holliday is drunkenly playing a somber piece on the saloon piano, and a drunken Cowboy is harassing him to play something by Stephen Foster] Cowboy: Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinking Foster. Doc Holliday: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne. Cowboy: A which? Doc Holliday: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin."

OK OK...lets not cross pollenate. Someone start a TOMBSTONE appreciation thread because its a far better movie. I like young guns 1 and 2, but bushy bill roberts aint nothing compared to doc holiday.

chavez e chavez. knife wizard!