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The Last Exorcism

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WARNING!
This Blog Post Contains Spoilers and Ineffectual Opinions.


This movie did what it was suppose to do. First off, if you didn't get scared, you fall under two groups: 1st group are people who have a different taste regarding scary. Slasher flicks with a 'who done it' theme and girls running aimlessly through a house with 19 different exits. Or Monster films with CGI rammed down your vagina. 2nd group are people who are dumb. The movie isn't really open to interpretation but its not an open book. Which is another reason why people claimed they didn't like it. (The 1st reason is "not being scary"). I will be watching the film again, but after viewing it once, this is what I get from the movie:

Rev. Cotton Marcus wants to expose exorcism as a fraud on a documentary. He randomly (Not! It was Hey Zeus) picks out a letter he received in the mail. The film crew, which consists of unbangable Iris and pussy David, and Marcus go to where the letter originated, Louis Sweetzer. Now before they reach the farm, they are confronted by Caleb, Louis' son. He obviously doesn't welcome them. I believe this is because he, as was revealed in the end, is part of the Satanist. He doesn't want Marcus to perform the exorcism and get rid of the demon growing inside Nell. That is also why, when Caleb reveals that he knows that Marcus is a fraud, he says, "You're OK with me". Because he now knows they pose no real threat to extracting the demon out of Nell. Caleb is also involved when Nell cuts him. I think this was the real Nell defending herself against her Satanist brother. Caleb leaves a note, "Don't leave her with him" meaning do not leave Nell with her father Louis. But Caleb fears that Louis will kill Nell, ruining the possession over her.

I think in regards to Pastor Manley, Louis said that he thought "something" strange was going on with his teaching. At the time, and Manley confirms, you think its just his teachings of the bible, but its because Pastor Manley was grooming Nell for the possession. The gay boy Logan confirms that they were together. Now when Marcus has a discussion with the demon, through Nell, he thinks that she revealed herself faking the possessing when she said, "...a blowing job". The demon tells them that "they" had sex with a boy named Logan. "she" liked it, the demon said. Maybe the demon was throwing Marcus aloof knowing that soon he was being born and must get rid of the three outsiders. But Rev.Marcus can't stay away. In the beginning of the movie, the locals hinted to the Satanist group. The key point to the movie is the father in the middle of the shot. Louis is tied up and blindfolded. He was innocent and was right to wanting to end his daughters life. and maybe the whole thing was avoidable if Marcus never lost his faith and gave a "real" exorcism. That is a huge thought invoking process for this movie. but it goes on! Marcus squeezes his crucifix in hand, and runs towards the obvious now earthly demon. Marcus is the man. Whether he beats the demon or not is one of the biggest questions I have for this movie. But either way was most likely murdered by the satanists. What kind of ending do you want? The Marcus not only gets his faith back but confronts a demon! Great foreshadowing of the deaths. Twists, turns and reveals!

Post Script: Do not compare to Blair Witch, or Candy Man is gonna give you the Herpes.


1 minute and 43 seconds in Hell

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In His eyes, I live a life of sin. I knew this was true but I guess it was more so than most, because Jesus visited me last night. He said, " Chunks, you live obliviously with a undeserving hatred towards me."

I interrupted Jesus, " I thought you were fake! You're real? What a dick move!"

Jesus said, "Son, I want to show you where your life is heading. An angel, with your way of thinking, was cast out. You know whom I speak of? "

"Pat Robertson?"

"Satan has his own domain. You shall be sent to Hell. For you do not know of what you speak of, but you will learn. Minutes will feel like years. Your senses will be enhanced, so pain will be increased to an indescribable level".

" If Hell is real, I don't wanna go! Can't I just stop being an asshole or something?"

"No, this is they only way you will learn."

So Jesus pulls out a long steel wand. It was encrusted in jewels at the head of the wand, but in a way so it totally didn't look gay. A rainbow colored portal opened and a wave of heat and the smell of sulfur filled my nose. Jesus pushed me into the portal. I didn't fall into a worm hole or anything. It was like I tripped and ended up in Hell. Didn't hurt at all. And my first thought was it wasn't that hot. Right away I thought maybe Jesus pushed me to the wrong place. It wasn't some 24-hour torture cave filled with blood, demons and ghouls. It looked like, Earth! There was some buildings and streets, even grass! Fucking grass in Hell! I also saw a man, dressed in a grey shirt and khaki cargo pants.

" Umm Jesus said I was going.."

"Yes, I know. You are in Laffinburger. It was never called Hell. Please refer to it's city by its current and orignal name. Well, there is a bar named Hell downtown, but it just opened and is ironically named" the man said.

"You are....?"

"Satan. Yes. But you didn't die? God sent you here?"

"No Jesus did. I'm going back, I think, once I find out how bad it is here or something. But doesn't seem that bad. What do I do? Do I torture someone?"

Satan replied, "No, you gotta get a job, but you're no slave. Just live, or don't. We don't really keep track at what you're doing. Since you're here though, you can sign up for some real estate deals that will really devlope by the time you actully get here. Legitimately."

"Well, I don't wanna be rude or, invoke your wrath, but is Heaven better?"

Satan laughed at the question, "I mean, in almost any situation you wanna shop and research your options but there is almost no difference. I mean, you can pay more for Fruity Pebbles, but the generic brand is cheaper, and I'm pretty sure the bag is more full. But you get to tell everyone you eat Fruity Pebbles. "

"Wow, is Heaven called Heaven?"

"Oh yeah. You kidding me? Of course. I don't know if you still hear about Golden Streets down there, but none of that shit is up in Heaven. I mean it uptown for sure, but not worth the prerequsites if you get what I mean. Work towards enlightement your whole life and live in a condo or do what you want, and live in a condo. It's just, damn He is a hell of a marketeer.

I was so confused and also laughed when Satan said hell. "Jesus, this is confusing!"

I was whisked away from Hell back to my apartment. Jesus stood infront of me.

"I sensed you are enlighted and heard you call my name son, do you now see?"

"Well, I wasn't saying your name, I was like 'JESUS!' like the expletive."

"I trust you will change your ways?" Jesus said with his nose in the air.

"All I want to do, is to put in for a upstairs aparmtent above that part I saw behind Satan. You kinda intrupted us."

I don't know if I woke up or Jesus rudely left without saying goodbye. I also do not know if Satan ever got my message. All I can do is draw a star on the ground, and pray.

You're gross.....Period

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Adam was the man. Not only because at one time he was the only man, but because he defeated obstacles that God put before him and resisted temptation. Adam worked hard on the garden and watched over it with vigilance and determination. Adam obeyed every rule God put before him, like not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Adam didn't care, there were fucking pineapple and banana trees. Fuck the apple tree of wisdom. Anyways, God thought he'd make a mate more suitable for Adam, so he didn't fuck all the animals.

God made a female Adam, and Adam named her Woman, "for this one was taken from a man". That's when shit goes south for Eden Garden. So, all the sudden this serpent pops out, who was not seen before the woman came into existence. Why do I make that point? Because the serpent KNEW that this new being was prone to persuasion and influence, more so that the man Adam. So he ends up tricking the woman Eve, into grabbing an apple off this Tree of Knowledge. She shares it with Adam like, "look at this fruit I found, it's totally not from that forbidden tree".

They get all high as shit, and start doing wacky shit that pisses off God. God knows the truth because you know that mother-fucker was watching. It's not like today where all this shit happens and he has to watch billions of people. There was just two fucking people. He was doing crosswords, golfing and blueprinting his future projects. So he curses Eve. He already planned on the female reproducing, duh. Be he made it so that she bleeds so much internally, it comes out of their vagina. Your fucking pussy is a hot pot, boiling over with blood, dripping and staining the oven top.

So, quit your bitching about your "curse". You earned it. It's your Red Badge of Weakness and Ineptness. You do not have the right to use it as a crutch. You do not have the right to use it against men. Deal with it quietly and for the remainder of your term, eternity !!

Post Script: Make me a pie.

Bacon Explosion

On Friday the 30th, I was exploring the net. Exploring because you're basically just wandering around until you stumble upon a discovery. I call the internet "the net" because it entangles and ensnares you. Making you unable to complete scheduled tasks or chores. But on that day, while at work, being unproductive but not to any fault of my own because of the aforementioned web-mistress, I found the Holy Grail of manly meat eating.

I didn't get off of work till midnight, so I had to fantasize about the Bacon Explosion until Saturday. I now know what it feels like to be truly addicted to something. It owned me. I poured sweat thinking about. I stuttered when I spoke about it. I needed it. Inside me. In my veins. While in bed, it wasn't till I had an "explosion" of my own, imagine the finished product I would be eating the next day.

I got up Saturday morning, picked up my daughter, and went to the store. I purchased 3 pounds of bacon ( oh yeah fucker) 2 pounds of pork sausage
(sonva bitch!) BBQ sauce and hickory seasoning rub (I'm rubbing right now) and provolone cheese. I had to wait till I dropped my daughter off to start making the wholly sublime, virtuous heart stopper. What kind of father would I be preparing this dish in front of my daughter...naked? Because you know. ..I have to be naked to make something like this.

Recipe

I cooked 1 pound of beautiful bacon bliss and set it aside. I took the remaining uncooked bacon (2 pounds) and made a warm, blanket basket-like weave. I gently caressed the bacon weave with Hickory pork seasoning rub.


I took the 2 pounds of pork sausage and smeared it upon the bacon weave. Applied more of the wonderful seasoning rub. Then I put the 1 pound of fried bacon, broken into pieces, on to the middle. With four pieces of provolone cheese, and BBQ sauce poured on top of the cheese and bacon bits.

I then rolled up the sausage, then the bacon weave on top of the pork roll. With some more rub seasoning on it, it was ready for the oven.

And after almost 2 hours of baking, it is done. As I described to other people who have asked about it, I said it tasted like , "Gods Vagina". By the way the Bacon SEXplosion is trademarked. You can not make this without giving me royalties. And by royalties, I mean a slice of the BACON EXPLOSION!

Morning Routines

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Using the shower as a bidet
Absolutely the best thing in the morning is taking a huge dump, and standing up and getting into the shower. Skipped a step? Wiping? No sir. Jump in the shower, turn your back to that warm liquid, bend over and spread 'em. Let the water wash away the waste. Feel free to throw your hand in there and spread the water around. In less then 3 minutes, you are cleaned and refreshed. Beware of shit dripping onto your feet.

Get paid for the shit
I get the water poops frequently. My diet of cookie dough, bacon, pineapple, and 24 ounces of milk probably contribute to my water poops, but I'm not a nutritionist so I wouldn't know. I'm not changing it. I love bacon, cookie dough is essential, and milk is my coffee. I refuse to start drinking coffee and become one of those douches that puts "needs coffee" or "This coffee is good" every fucking day on Facebook aor Twitter. Fucking douches. Anyways sometimes you don't have to shit until you get out of the shower. Save it. Only thing better than reading MILFs- Over 50 while taking a shit, is getting paid to do it.

Eating Cookie Dough
Duh

Scratching that itch
Using my wife's hairbrush to scratch my fungi infested foot. I've had Althlete's Foot for over a year now, and I use everything to scratch my foot with. The coffee table, back of a butter knife. But her brush is both gentle enough not cause bleeding, but the little stubs scratch between the toes quite nicely.







FML Post

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Requested blog post: A woman asked me to write a blog about her.


I met this hot 18 year old chick at an after party one night. Well, not so much as hot as I had about 14 shots and 9 beers. Well, and not so much as 18 as multiply 18 by 3. But I totally hooked up with her. Some how we ended up at her place and I'm assuming I drove because she couldn't even talk. But when she did speak, here are some of her quotes: "Did you know the leaves on my Christmas tree never change? They...never..change!" "Lets have sex and...god I have to pee sooo bad!" "Did you think I was pretty before you were drunk?"

We walk and and sit on the couch and start at it. While she slobbing my knob she gags. I instantly smile, thinking it was my huge pipe, but she quickly corrected me, "like, did you ever choke on your own burp? Kinda threw up a little but I swallowed it. Now don't get all excited, I am not gonna swallow what you got hunny!" The woman then lays on the couch and I start to undress her. I notice there is a white pad stickered to her under ware. " Oh, you know, sometimes at my age, liquids and gases just don't stay in my body!" I was done. If I was any more flaccid my penis would fall off. I get up to leave and noticed a little dog sitting right next to the couch. "Enjoy the show little guy?" The women turns to her side and said, "She's blind she didn't see your small cock."

So, not only did my friends let me go home with an armadillo, but I was verbally abused, put down, and mentally scared for life, and on top of all that, I didn't get laid. Fuck My Life

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