Saturday, August 25, 2007

Fuck You

I want to know what liberal fudgepacker is trying to keep people from reading this blog! Who the fuck do they think they are trying to stifle my FREE FUCKING SPEECH! There is no goddman good reason why everybody should NOT be reading this, for fuck's sake! I am a goddamn genius with words and even though I am about 18 days from knocking on death's door (and I almost hope I go to Hell so I can tell the devil "fuck you" right to his face) my mind is as sharp and clear as the day I stepped into the chicken processing plant! Someone is behind this and I have a pretty pricksucking idea just who that someone is and they are going to which that they had NOT FUCKED WITH ME.

Fuck you

R. Lynn Long

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Fuck You

Like I said before, I used to work in a chicken processing plant but when I got out of work, I'd go down to the VFW and drink with the ex-Marines. I should tell you (since I'm going to die soon) that I never served, myself. I always wanted to, though. I just started hanging out around the VFW. I'd suck off the bartender and he'd let me in...most times. If I was too toothy, then he'd boot my ass back into the parking lot and I'd tell him "go fuck yourself" and he'd tell me the same but if I didn't show up the next night he'd come looking for me and crack me across the back of the head with a 2x4 to teach me.

Boy, did I love listening to those guys! I learned every single one of those stories to the point where I can walk into any VFW in any part of the country and sound like I know what I'm talking about. And the funniest part? I've never even shot a gun. But I've swallowed a lot of shots. ;-)

Fuck you,

R. Lynn Long

Fuck You

A little more about me - if it's got the word "abuse" in it, I've done it and I'm probably for it!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Fuck You

I worked in a chicken processing plant for 24 years. One day, a plant manager, some Harvard faggot with an MBA (Mama’s Boy Asshole) degree prances into the plant and starts talking about how we can do things better. Everybody wanted to beat the shit out of him. He comes up to me and says that I can do a better job running the chicken cutting machine and I told him that he could do a better job sucking my dick than most of the whores I know and I know a lot of them. Right then and there he fires my ass on the spot, six months before I’m supposed to get my pension. That cocksmoker robbed me of every fucking cent I worked so hard to earn and not one of those backstabbing faggot assfuckers I thought were my friends would stand up for me.

Fuck you.

Fuck You

Fuck you. My name is Lynn Long and you can go fuck yourself. Let me just put that out right there upfront so there is no misunderstanding. When I say “fuck you” I mean fuck you. And that’s to anyone who is reading this. You’re all a bunch of faggot ass cunts. All of you need to know that.

Ok.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a cripple and I’m in a wheelchair. My doctor wants me to take drugs to kill the pain but I told him “fuck you”. I love my pain. If it wasn’t for my pain I would not be able to tell people to go fuck themselves with the authority that I do now. So I spend my days in my wheelchair sitting, literally, on a crown of thorns, visiting websites and distributing my common sense messages to people who are too fucking stupid to listen to them. There are so many whining ass pussies out there who run from the truth that I spend (thanks to my unbearable pain) about 21 hours a day on the internet trying to convince people they’re fucking idiots. It boggles my mind what total and absolute wastes of fucking time these people are.

Don’t bother leaving a comment if you’re one of these cocksmokers who want to tell me I’m just a bitter old man. Did you even bother to read the first sentence of this – FUCK YOU. Go fuck yourself up the ass with a stun gun. Come on down to Dallas and fucking fight me, if you’re not faggot enough to punch a guy in a wheelchair.

I’m an honorable man who believes in God.

Fuck you.

R. Lynn Long