M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Mickey Mouse! Mickey Mouse!

Picture this: Micky Mouse comes home to find Minnie on the kitchen counter taking a royal fucking from Bugs Bunny. Keep thinking about it. Appreciate the depravity in the scenario... Warner Brothers versus Disney, a man finding his love in the lustful throws of an orgasm given to her by his very nemesis and rival, these pictures of childhood innocence and humor in a sick voyeuristic scene of debauchery. Now imagine that Mickey pulls off the red shorts and starts furiously beating off to the debased image unfolding before him. The ultimate cuckold story translated into cartoon characters engaging in erotic betrayal. Bugs turns around and delivers the ever-classic line "Meh, what's up doc?" To which Mickey replies, with his timeless laugh, "My cock! Hah-Hah!" Minnie's just bent over the counter squealing like a little mouse slut, yelling "Oh Mickey! He's so BIG!"

Next thing you know, Porky Pig and Lola Bunny show up with liquor and blow. The five of them start going at it, fucking and sucking and railing lines off each other's naked flesh. They can't tell where one furry animated body ends and another begins. Bugs is giving Lola a rimjob while he fucks Mickey Mouse in the ass. Lola's getting fucked by Porky Pig, who's yelling "Now th-that's some gu-gu-good pa-pa-pu-pu-PUSSY!" Mickey's fucking Minnie doggie style, smacking her ass as punishment for cheating on him, while Minnie is face first in Porky's crack, tossing his salad. Then it starts to get weird...

Walt Disney shows up in a Nazi outfit with Aladdin and Jasmine wearing matching leashes and collars and declares that he'll be directing and acting in this Disney/WB collaboration, and calls for his assistant to assemble the dildo show. Jasmine and Aladdin start prepping by going ass to ass with a double headed rubber dick, Requiem for a Dream style. Disney's agent walks in and says "I love the new production Walt! What do you call it?!"

To which Disney answers, "The Aristocrats!"



....The Aristocrats!

Excerpt from my journal... (I write in it at work)

I have never had a good grip on my emotions. I have a tendency to fly off the handle, and the slightest things not breaking my way will throw me into a weird place, mentally. I get pissed off, disappointed, and I lay on the attitude real thick. When that doesn't work, I usually say something extreme and walk away until I calm down... which also takes a while. It's probably my only-child upbringing, but I feel like I should make life go my way. I know life is full of disappointments, but it shouldn't be. Life should go our way, and when it doesn't, there has to be hell to pay. Anyone who doesn't agree, does not think highly enough of them self. Since when did it become OK to just get shit-on and take it? "Oh well, that's life, I'll just bend over a little further..." Fuck that.

I'll pay my dues. I don't have a false sense of entitlement, I just expect more out of life... and I'm going to fucking take what is mine. We ALL should. Fuck a cubicle, fuck Mom and Dad's house, fuck this economy and the plummeting fucking stock market. It's time to take this society to the next level by any. means. necessary. I have no more patience for this shit, slow-fuck society. Everyday I drive to work, speeding past lazy slow fucks who drive like they're going nowhere in life. And you know what? They're going nowhere. Fuck 'em. I know people are with me, and it's time to leave the rest of these floundering fucks in our dust. It's time for our generation... our people... to rise up and put this world on notice. There's a caged tiger in cubicle AT, and he's very... fucking... pissed off.

I am by no means a type A personality, get-up-and-go douchebag. I am, however, a self-diagnosed crazy fuck who has had too much unnecessary pressure placed on him from weird fucking directions. So my new goal in life... is to fuck some shit up.

PS: Curse more. Fuckers.