Motherfuckers
They think they can shit all over me now that I am down. And that’s okay because I am a piece of shit. My life is a lot like Silent Pillow. Oh sure, we have some fun for a while, but most of the time Silent Pillow is total shit and I’m just dwelling down […]
Proud Mary
This so-called relationship that I am in right now is on the rocks! Her name is Mary, but I call her Annie. Remember this: she is a prostitute, but I am not a john. We are dating for reals. I could care less about the fact that she is having sex with a thousand dudes […]
What You Know About That?
Hey Friends:
I am down in the dumps. Again. Remember the parable of the prodigal son? That stupid motherfucker spent all of his wealth on women and drink. Well, I’m worse than that son of a bitch! I spent all of my money on women and drinks AND at the table! Here we are. . . […]
Dr. Pepper
“Treat whores like queens and treat queens like whores.”
Big changes coming to Silent Pillow soon.
Believe it.
Original post by Charles J. Chinwannabutr
Il Pleut de L’Or
You know what I love? Casinos, strip clubs, and gay bars.
I will address the downside to these three establishments right away:
The casino can be smoky and seedy — full of drunkards and boasters.
The strip club typically reeks of desperation and deep-seated misogynistic violence.
And the gay bar, a place celebrated for its freedom from social mores, […]
by request
This is in really rough form - based on a dream I had the other night.She walked along the beach, the foamy surf tickling her toes. Her favorite white sarong was wet and nearly transparent, but it stayed wrapped snugly around her waist. She didn’t come here often, but she was well-loved by the people […]
The Future
Silent Pillow is dead. Bunch of fucking spam bots wanting to sign up for blogs. sexykitten is gone. autonomyboy is Long gone. scarletharlot wrote something that didn’t make any sense to me. What The Fuck.
Do you think I enjoy writing bullshit all on my own? I should just dance in front of the fucking mirror. […]
I Love Pussy. . . cats
I started this post days ago. Right around the stroke of Chinese New Year. It is The Year of the Tiger! Xin Nian Kuai Le!
Well, fuck that shit, now that I come to think of it. This week has been totally fucked. My cat scratched my hand. The expensive bottle of wine I purchased during […]
When The Weespa Met The Retard
This post was originally a very long rant about Grand Theft Auto and Sarah Palin. It sucked. Oh sure, there were some funny lines about former high school classmates who went on to become Sheriffs Deputies and a strange scale I use for judging people based on what video games he/she plays, but most of […]
This Month….
I have this habit of constantly reminding myself that our relationship had started within the same week of my last one. Thanksgiving week, two years apart. I’ve also reminded myself that my last relationship was crumbling, this same month, two years ago. Sometimes I wonder if it’ll be like a habit. “I’ve found I’m only […]
The Absent-Minded Wanker
I should be working on my open love letter to casinos, strip clubs and gay bars. Soap helped me with some confused facts because I am usually too wasted to remember my times at those establishments.
Why did everyone at the blackjack table think I was a professional blackjack player? The mind is too blurred.
How many […]
Vlasic Dill Pickles
That’s code speak for “Classic Caustic.” I want to remind everyone that my grandfather was a Navajo Codetalker. That’s what he would tell us anyway. . . after his 15th can of Coors Light.
Hey! I got your pickle hanging!
Keep a few things in mind as you read this re-post:
1.) I am re-posting a retrospective and […]