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Monday, September 3, 2012
Young poet in training
John Poet is full of beans!
Before he turned into a whining crybaby, John Poet was full of beans and ready for fighting the Evil Bunny on the Intarwebs. Photo courtesy the Lansing Elementary School archives.
Despite what you may think, it's nice and quiet here. I am surrounded by cadavers of all kinds. Some of them are kinda wormy now. But they don't whine or complain like John Poet does.
Punk Pussy Poet still points his crybaby fingers at the bad bunny rabbit and pouts like an infant to this very day yet he received his FCC warning letter more than a year ago.
I don't give a shit that Murphy was a U.S. Marine in Viet Nam, he can't match my "crazy bat shit" persona when I wear the Batman costume Mommy gave me to wear around the basement. OK so she gave it to me in 1976 and its kind of tattered around the edges, but I'm still a bat shit crazy muthufooker!
Oh sure now Murphy will come on here with one of his sock puppet names and mention my missing medications or living in Mommy's basement and throw vitriol all over the place. Ha jokes on you Murphy, I haven't been able to afford any of those medications since no one would hire me. I wore my batman costume to my last job interview and the guy freaked out. What the fuck, it was just driving pissass pizza's around. I should be able to wear what I want.
My batman costume that Mommy gave me, feels good against my junk. Makes me get a woody, just thinking about how they all cringe in fear when I wear it to the food court at the Lansing Mall. Fucking pussies grab their kids and run in fear.
I am Poetman and hear me roar. Fear the scent of my overpowering after shave and body odor.
Bring it on Murphy, you think you're a Ninja Marine and will sneak up on me in my Mommy's basement, but you don't know what I've done to secure my Bat-lair. You will suffer my wrath for your insolence. I will not be relegated to a corner of pirate radio where inconsequential jerkoffs pound away at their keyboards, wishing desperately for attention. Artie Bigley turned me in to the FCC and look what it did for him. Homeless, living out of a public library, ignored and shunned by everyone.
I am Poetman and only my words are the truth. Only my point of view is valid and agreed upon by my many friends (Guise, The Radical, Syfr) who admire, love and worship my every post.
They awaken, each day, wondering, "what has Poet said that I must see on his FRC Blog"??? They thirst for my knowledge. They suckle at my teat of transformation. They are my CLint Eastwood to the RNC.
I swore as Guise Faux (wasnt that a clever seudo name?) that I would "Drive Commander Bunny out of Pirate Radio". Has it been a success? Of course it has. There is no bunny anymore. He's gone, vamose', nada, seeya, gone. Like Al Fansome, he is dead.
Bunny may have won the Pirate War 2011, but I won the world. Soon my batcave will be mine. (my Momma is getting ready to kick the bucket) and she's leaving me the house and close to $8000 dollars! I can live for a hundred years on that much money. I will carry on my campaign to drive him out and keep him out. I could use it to find a new place to live and start broadcasting again, but NO, I will sacrifice myself for the good of pirate radio.
And after Pigmeat kicks Krackers ass at AJ's next year, my only nemisis will be Bunny. And I will defeat him easily and be crowned the winner. I will blah be the blah, overall winner of blah, the blah, blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Too bad that Murphy/Beans/Mosby/Bob Smith/lovemyradios/Krackhead has ruined what was a nice hobby. Why do they post peoples personal stuff on the internet!!!! They made me so upset that I ate beans until I puked and then I farted for three days straihgt and got theorwn out of the trailer park!!!! What kind of nasty people post thaose things on the internet like that!!!!!
Can't you see Greg peeking out the basement window, wondering "was that Murphy driving by my house?" and having a freakin hissy fit over the thought? Then Alex, who posted all kinds of personal shit about Murphy, all over the internet, having a fit getting some of his own medicine? And then this very popular blog, exposing everyone and everything? The karma of it all is inexplicable.
The thought of Gregory facing judgement for his evilness is delicious. Licking Gregory's tears of humiliation and exposure. Yum, you can taste his pain. Yum, yum, Gregory. Your time is coming.
Better watch out Poetman. I am gonna put on my ninja suit (if I can still fit in it) and sit on you until you are flattened out like a pancake. I am much fatter and way heavier than fatman Pigmeat is. I am Fat Murphy and I weigh so much that I can sit on my foes and it keels them daid. I weigh over 900 pounds and have a 92 inch blubber gut and an enormouse cellulite covered glueteus maximized buttocks. I am Fat Murphy, hear me roar. Rooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!!!
Who has the time for all this shit? Poet must sit in his Mommy's basement checking the internet 24/7. What a douche bag. Pun-pun-punk Poet. Pathetic, Punk, putrid Poet. Oh I dropped out in the 10th grade, but quote Plato, I'm so smart, I can't find a job but live in Mommy's basement, I'm pu-pu-punk Poet. hahahahahahahahaha what a fucking loser.
You ruffians are such meanies so Poetman is going to have to beat you up. I'm strong and I can bench press 25 pounds eight times. I am tough! I dropped out in tenth grade and I can quote Socrates's left nutsack. Take that, dummies! Kindergarten baby stick your head in gravy! Nah nah nah!
Poet's daddy asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.
"I don't want to know!" Little Johnny wailed, bursting into tears.
Confused, Pop asked Little Johnny what was wrong.
"Oh, Pop," Johnny sobbed, "you told me when I was six that there was no Santa Claus. You told me when I was seven that there was no Easter Bunny. You told me when I was eight that there was no Tooth Fairy. Now you're gonna tell me that grown-ups don't really fuck, and I'll have nothing left to believe in!"
Little Johnny Poet is a most shy and insecure boy and is taken to the Circus. Made to sit right in the front by his Auntie, and on come the Clowns. Immediately one runs to him and, thrusting a microphone under his nose says "Are you the front end of an Ass?" "No" says Johnny Poet. "Are you the back end of an Ass?" "No" he replies. "Then I declare that you are no-end of an Ass" says the Clown triumphantly.
Little Johnny Poet runs straight home in tears. His Mom says, "You must confront your fears to exorcise them from you forever," and sends the poor boy back to the Circus the next day, only this time with Uncle Pat, who is a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "Watch your Uncle and learn" says Little Johnny Poet's Mom.
The next day poor Johnny Poet is back in the front row, but this time with Uncle Pat, master of the quick quip and witty repartee.
Enter the Clowns, who this time make for Uncle Pat (master of the quick quip and witty repartee). "Are you the front end of an Ass?" they ask Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "No" "Are you the back end of an Ass?" "No" says Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "Then I declare that you are no end of an Ass"... But before the audience could react, Uncle Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee, quick as a flash said "Fuck off, you red nosed, big shoed cunt."
I thought Poet's dirty diapers smelled nasty but that bunny is the stinkiest thing I have ever smelled. That there lagomorph's odor is so awful he can peel paint and knock Scarfman off a shit wagon. What a stinky rabbit! Just wait till I see him and that stinky Krackhead at A.J.'s. Stinky! Stinky! Stinky!
i like stinky rabbit's feet. i'd very much like to jack the rabbit's smelly feet tonight. anyone else up for a footrub this fine evening? anyone? anyone? pigmeat? jta? smolinski? poet? faux? anyone? please?
What a surprise to find out all the gossip and rumor about Greg living off his Mom's retirement check is TRUE! Turns out the guy does in fact live in his mothers basement, doesn't have a job and spends day and night pounding away at the keyboard on the internet. His whole life is this silly shit. He has no accomplishments, didn't even graduate high school, has done nothing with his life, and can only do one thing to make himself look good. Tear down other peoples reputations and start all sorts of rumors and gossip about nice people, he's never met, doesn't know and will never come out of his Mom's basement to meet.
A pathetic individual who can only destroy what others have built.
How does one look themselves in the mirror (assuming he brushes his tooth) everyday and want to go on? Just knowing that everyone else knows what a piece of shit he is, would be enough for most people to end it.
Not sure why someone like that goes on, unless it cowardice. Afraid to go out and live, afraid to eat a bullet and end it. The guy really is as pathetic as he's been painted. I almost feel sorry for him. In fact, I'll have forgotten him, in two, say three weeks.
GAUKIN, MICHAEL III 29370 VITA LN. N. OLMSTED OH DOB 8/29/72 RACE/SEX W/MALE BOND $7500 CASH & 2100 PERS MUNI CT # ELYRIA 92CR570 ARRESTED 3/18/92
07/28/92 INDICTMENT
INDICTMENT FILED. SUMMONS W/COPY OF INDICTMENT ISSUED TO LORAIN COUNTY SHERIFF. INDICTMENT FOR RECEIVING STOLEN PROPERTY, 2913.41(A) ( 2 COUNTS ); FLEEING, 2921.33(B)(3)
02/18/93 PLEA
DEFENDANT IN COURT WITH COUNSEL, WITHDRAWS FORMER PLEA OF NOT GUILTY AND ENTERS PLEA OF GUILTY TO INDICTMENT, OHIO REVISED CODE SECTION 2913.51, 2921.33(B)(3) FELONIES IN THE 3RD DEGREE AND 4TH DEGREE, WHICH PLEA IS ACCEPTED. DEFT. IS REFERRED TO THE LORAIN COUNTY ADULT PROBATION DEPT. FOR A PRE-SENTENCE EVALUATION AND REPORT; BOND $2,500.00 SURETY. (FDH)
04/19/93 SENTENCING
DEFENDANT IN COURT WITH COUNSEL FOR SENTENCING. DEFENDANT SENTENCED TO 18 MONTHS, CONCURRENT, IN THE LCI ON COUNT 1. 18 MONTHS IN THE LCI ON COUNT 2. DEFT. IS ORDERED TO PAY THE COSTS OF PROSECUTION WITHIN 90 DAYS. SENTENCE IN LCI SUSPENDED, DEFT. PLACED ON PROBATION FOR 3 YEARS ENDING 4/19/96. DEFT. ORDERED TO SERVE FIRST 0 DAYS OF PROB. PERIOD IN LORAIN COUNTY JAIL. DEFT. ORDERED TO INTENSIVE SUPERVISION PROGRAM; REPAY COURT APPOINTED ATTY. FEES WITHIN 1 YR. ATTORNEY SPRINGFIELD'S APPOINTMENT CONFIRMED. SEE JRN. (FDH) VOLUME # 612 PAGE # 385
08/26/94 (TWJ) DEFENDANT FAILED TO APPEAR FOR SCHEDULED MERITS HEARING WITH NOTICE, CAPIAS TO ISSUE FOR DEFENDANT'S ARREST. BOND REVOKED. DEFENDANT'S TIME OF PROBATION IS TOLLED. VOL 681 PAGE 260
11/29/01 (TWJ) DEF HAVING BEEN ARRESTED ON THE COURT'S CAPIAS, BOND SET AT $10,000.00 CASH. MERITS HEARING IS HEREBY SCHEDULED FOR 12/14/01 AT 10;30 AM. ATTY DAVE BERTA IS HEREBY APPT'D TO REPRESENT DEF IN THIS MATTER. (1 CC TO SHERIFF) VOLUME # 874 PAGE # 1712
VANDALISM PASSING BAD CHECKS GRAND THEFT THEFT THEFT THEFT PETTY THEFT CULTIVATION OF MARIJUANA MAKING FALSE ALARMS COUNTERFEIT CONTROLLED SUBSTANCES PASSING BAD CHECKS MASTURBATING IN PUBLIC LIBRARY
none of this bull shit is true;those nazis in charge of the f.r.n. are liars...i never said i was gay all i did was suck on a guys dick for maybe a minute once and i never did it again,
Who the hell is this mike gaugin crap and why is all this crap being posted here. Another Bunny/Krackhead/Beans/Mosby/ Thumper/lovemyradios sock puppet, what nasty people they are posting all these lies and personal information!!!!! Alex_in_West_Virginia
Theo Huxtable... that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life! No wonder you get D's in everything! You're afraid to try because you're afraid your brain is going to explode and it's going to ooze out of your ears. Now I'm telling you, you are going to try as hard as you can. And you're going to do it because I said so. I am your father. I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out!
Oh, you are making me so wet. I want your throbbing phallus inside my quivering quim now. Oh that's it. Soft now, harder, harder! OH yes. Give it to me. OH yeah. OH I love it, OHHH. Yes. It feels so good. Oh a little more now OHHH AHH yes that's it AH Ooo that's it make me go, make me go Yes! OOoo. Yes. Now, do it there, yes, Ooo yes. YES, YESQ AHHHHHHOOOoooOOoo
i agree with you hyena. kick the stinky baby! kick it in the haid. kick it in the teeth. kick it in the road and kick it down the street. kick it! kick it! just fuckin kick it!!!!
Hey Poet! Is cousin marriage icky? Why? You can't appeal to Victorian morality; Queen Victoria married her first cousin. You can't appeal to the Bible; in the Bible, God commands marriages between first cousins. Instead, advocates of laws against cousin marriage appeal to science. To let cousins marry, they argue, is "to play Russian roulette with genetics." Many genetic diseases are caused by recessive genes. To get the disease, you have to get the bad gene from both parents. The greater the genetic similarity between your parents, the greater your chance of getting two copies of the bad gene.
HEY! PAT ATTENTION TO ME! ME-ME-ME-ME-ME GOD DAMNIT! I want the world to know that even though I dropped out of school in the 10th grade (I was emotionally damaged), I read plato once and can write volumes about minutia (look it up assholes) and pretend to be smarter than I really am, by copying smart people's stuff and pasting it as though it was mine, thus making you assholes think I'm really, really fucking smart.
Enough of this Mike Gaukin III shit, PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I am more important than that fucking Commander Bunny. My alter-ego's Guise and The Radical said so. So fuck all of you talking about someone other than ME! You made fun of me when I posted my inner-most feelings about Pirate Radio on the FRN. You fucking made fun of me you assholes. Momma says:"You are the most imporant in the world Greg", and some fucker made fun of me.
Ok, so I poop my pants once in a while, what the fuck does that matter? I have IBS, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which is why I live in Momma's basement, cause she doesn't care how I smell.
I had a girlfriend once but she wanted to talk about herself all the time and NEVER TALKED ABOUT ME! Momma's didn't like her, so I killed her and buried her back by the furnace. Fucking bitch! She never told me how handsome I am, like Momma does.
ENOUGH OF THIS MIKE GAUKINIII shit, this is all about me. Alex can go fuck himself, its all about me-me-me-me.
Oh yeah, I can see Pat Murphy in everything I read. He's fucking everywhere. He's on every fucking board and site I see. He will write shit about me not taking meds and living in my Momma's basement and make fun of me. He's everywhere. Oh Jesus, what if I'm really Pat Murphy? God Damnit he's in my head. GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY HEAD! GET HIM OUT! I HATE YOU PAT MURPHY FOR BEING IN MY HEAD!
He fucking banned me from the FRN for breaking the rules and I've hated him ever since, but now he's in my brain! GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY THOUGHTS! He's hiding behind the furnace! He's looking at me through the window! He's that guy at the Deli, looking at me like he wants to kill me! GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY MIND! I bet he's writing this to make me look like a fucking loon! Fucking asshole. He's making me do things to myself. I've taken out my winkie and and I'm going to slam the video controller on it! Owyeeeeee! Pat Murphy made me hit my winkie and now I can't have children. Now he's making me fondle my balls! fucking asshole. NO! I won't put my feet in the microwave! Oh jesus Pat Murphy is making me do things. GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY HEAD!
Yes I am lurking about, posting every time I see my good friend Greg post something. I make concise psychological evaluations of Greg based on his extensive use of narcotics and mind altering drugs. Whats a "momma's boy" to do? Poor Greg, hounded by his past, haunted by his present, and no way to escape me! I stalk his every movement. Driving up and down Schlee every chance I get. Just so he see's me, and wonder's "What's next"????
It must be hell to know what's coming and not be able to do a thing about it! Scream silently Greg, no one believes you anymore. You've screamed "wolf" once too often and now they all think you lie about being "Stalked". You know its coming, you just don't know when or what direction. I cackle in your general direction.
I thought I told you to get the hell off your lazy butt and look for a god damn job, Gregory! What in God's name is wrong with you, son? Don't answer that, I already know the answer and I have just about had it with you, young man! You'd better shape up or you can ship the hell out of my house! I brought you into this world and I can take you out, so don't give me any lip! Do you hear me? Are you fucking deaf? Loser! Ass!
which one of u getlemen wants a foot rub this fine evening? any takers? poet? god-murphy? pigmeat? jta? fansome? hyena? smolinski? alex? anyone? please?
yo! i oughts to shove mah size fo-teen triple-e black nigga foot up yo funky punk white ass, ronine. y'all gits yo preverted stinkin white foot rubbin toe-jam lickin ass on out of here ronine. i ain't playin, foot-boy!
Yo, ain't no foot boyz here, i be gettin down wit the circkle jerks in my phat mini van with big azz rimz, yo, we be gettin down wit yo homies YO! fo shizzle.
Get yo ass off the couch, you lazy bum Thinking you got the right to lounge because you're young When I was your age I worked three jobs You don't work at all, you lazy ass slob You don't do homework and you don't do chores Watch MTV and spill shit on the floor You lounged all morning and you slept till 2 When you live in your own house, do what you wanna do You live under my roof, you'll do what I say Or leave with a footprint on your ass today Get your feet off the table, Get yo ass off the couch or I'll cut off the cable!
Get yo ass off the couch or I'll punch you in the mouth You don't know what hard labor is all about Fat bitch, work some of them hips off If you was my kid, I'd smack your lips off You wanna play a guitar, like Coup Detroit? Only thing you play is the VCR Wash your ass and get a haircut and lose that slouch Oh, and get the fuck off my couch!
Get yo ass off the couch or you might freeze that way And your ass'll be stuck here everyday I'm with my lady friend, trying to get a little ass But you're here every fucking night watching Mash You been slacking, so get cracking Or you're finna hear your neck bone snapping Cause I'll squeeze your neck and throw your shit out my house So get yo wack bitch ass off my couch, motherfucker.
Yeah, get your ass off the fucking couch, boy You know what I'm saying Cause when I was yourmotherfucking age I used to have to work I was putting in work I ain't have no car I had to walk my ass to work 27 miles, every fucking day, barefoot, over broken glass and hot coals.
If I only had it so good I used to get up a half hour before I went to bed To walk to work, uphill both ways, get yo ass off the couch.
Will it be the Lorrilard goons or the political hacks? Where will it come from?
Who was that following me when I went out for smokes? I know they're following me. They drive by my house, sometimes real slow, looking for a pattern, a weakness.
What have I done to myself? So many people hate me. My health suffers because of the stress of the hate. The hate from all these people is consuming me. Sometimes I cough, and cough, spitting up the hate, that consumes me.
Have they focused their hate to eat my soul? Me thinkst they have. I am so alone. Why?
Why am I so lonely? I try to put on a happy face, but the pain is destroying me. I have destroyed myself with the hate that I have directed at others.
58 comments:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
pork and beans sound like pigmeat and thumper the stinky rabbit.
Despite what you may think, it's nice and quiet here. I am surrounded by cadavers of all kinds. Some of them are kinda wormy now. But they don't whine or complain like John Poet does.
Punk Pussy Poet still points his crybaby fingers at the bad bunny rabbit and pouts like an infant to this very day yet he received his FCC warning letter more than a year ago.
Poor crybaby whiny Gregory Dale Brown. Boo fuckin hoo fuckin sob cry pout!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
I don't give a shit that Murphy was a U.S. Marine in Viet Nam, he can't match my "crazy bat shit" persona when I wear the Batman costume Mommy gave me to wear around the basement. OK so she gave it to me in 1976 and its kind of tattered around the edges, but I'm still a bat shit crazy muthufooker!
Oh sure now Murphy will come on here with one of his sock puppet names and mention my missing medications or living in Mommy's basement and throw vitriol all over the place. Ha jokes on you Murphy, I haven't been able to afford any of those medications since no one would hire me. I wore my batman costume to my last job interview and the guy freaked out. What the fuck, it was just driving pissass pizza's around. I should be able to wear what I want.
My batman costume that Mommy gave me, feels good against my junk. Makes me get a woody, just thinking about how they all cringe in fear when I wear it to the food court at the Lansing Mall. Fucking pussies grab their kids and run in fear.
I am Poetman and hear me roar. Fear the scent of my overpowering after shave and body odor.
Bring it on Murphy, you think you're a Ninja Marine and will sneak up on me in my Mommy's basement, but you don't know what I've done to secure my Bat-lair. You will suffer my wrath for your insolence. I will not be relegated to a corner of pirate radio where inconsequential jerkoffs pound away at their keyboards, wishing desperately for attention. Artie Bigley turned me in to the FCC and look what it did for him. Homeless, living out of a public library, ignored and shunned by everyone.
I am Poetman and only my words are the truth. Only my point of view is valid and agreed upon by my many friends (Guise, The Radical, Syfr) who admire, love and worship my every post.
They awaken, each day, wondering, "what has Poet said that I must see on his FRC Blog"??? They thirst for my knowledge. They suckle at my teat of transformation. They are my CLint Eastwood to the RNC.
I swore as Guise Faux (wasnt that a clever seudo name?) that I would "Drive Commander Bunny out of Pirate Radio". Has it been a success? Of course it has. There is no bunny anymore. He's gone, vamose', nada, seeya, gone. Like Al Fansome, he is dead.
Bunny may have won the Pirate War 2011, but I won the world. Soon my batcave will be mine. (my Momma is getting ready to kick the bucket) and she's leaving me the house and close to $8000 dollars! I can live for a hundred years on that much money. I will carry on my campaign to drive him out and keep him out. I could use it to find a new place to live and start broadcasting again, but NO, I will sacrifice myself for the good of pirate radio.
And after Pigmeat kicks Krackers ass at AJ's next year, my only nemisis will be Bunny. And I will defeat him easily and be crowned the winner. I will blah be the blah, overall winner of blah, the blah, blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Too bad that Murphy/Beans/Mosby/Bob Smith/lovemyradios/Krackhead has ruined what was a nice hobby. Why do they post peoples personal stuff on the internet!!!! They made me so upset that I ate beans until I puked and then I farted for three days straihgt and got theorwn out of the trailer park!!!! What kind of nasty people post thaose things on the internet like that!!!!!
Can't you see Greg peeking out the basement window, wondering "was that Murphy driving by my house?" and having a freakin hissy fit over the thought? Then Alex, who posted all kinds of personal shit about Murphy, all over the internet, having a fit getting some of his own medicine? And then this very popular blog, exposing everyone and everything? The karma of it all is inexplicable.
The thought of Gregory facing judgement for his evilness is delicious. Licking Gregory's tears of humiliation and exposure. Yum, you can taste his pain. Yum, yum, Gregory. Your time is coming.
Better watch out Poetman. I am gonna put on my ninja suit (if I can still fit in it) and sit on you until you are flattened out like a pancake. I am much fatter and way heavier than fatman Pigmeat is. I am Fat Murphy and I weigh so much that I can sit on my foes and it keels them daid. I weigh over 900 pounds and have a 92 inch blubber gut and an enormouse cellulite covered glueteus maximized buttocks. I am Fat Murphy, hear me roar. Rooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!!!
Meow. Meowwwr, hiss, hisss, miaow. Meow, MEOW!
Who has the time for all this shit? Poet must sit in his Mommy's basement checking the internet 24/7. What a douche bag. Pun-pun-punk Poet. Pathetic, Punk, putrid Poet. Oh I dropped out in the 10th grade, but quote Plato, I'm so smart, I can't find a job but live in Mommy's basement, I'm pu-pu-punk Poet. hahahahahahahahaha what a fucking loser.
You ruffians are such meanies so Poetman is going to have to beat you up. I'm strong and I can bench press 25 pounds eight times. I am tough! I dropped out in tenth grade and I can quote Socrates's left nutsack. Take that, dummies! Kindergarten baby stick your head in gravy! Nah nah nah!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
Pork and beans is like foul smelling pigmeat and a very stinky rabbit. P.U.!
Poet's daddy asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.
"I don't want to know!" Little Johnny wailed, bursting into tears.
Confused, Pop asked Little Johnny what was wrong.
"Oh, Pop," Johnny sobbed, "you told me when I was six that there was no Santa Claus. You told me when I was seven that there was no Easter Bunny. You told me when I was eight that there was no Tooth Fairy. Now you're gonna tell me that grown-ups don't really fuck, and I'll have nothing left to believe in!"
Unfortunately Little Johnny Poet is stuck in his nine year old mentality as well as his nine year old's Poetman costume.
Little Johnny Poet is a most shy and insecure boy and is taken to the Circus. Made to sit right in the front by his Auntie, and on come the Clowns. Immediately one runs to him and, thrusting a microphone under his nose says "Are you the front end of an Ass?" "No" says Johnny Poet. "Are you the back end of an Ass?" "No" he replies. "Then I declare that you are no-end of an Ass" says the Clown triumphantly.
Little Johnny Poet runs straight home in tears. His Mom says, "You must confront your fears to exorcise them from you forever," and sends the poor boy back to the Circus the next day, only this time with Uncle Pat, who is a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "Watch your Uncle and learn" says Little Johnny Poet's Mom.
The next day poor Johnny Poet is back in the front row, but this time with Uncle Pat, master of the quick quip and witty repartee.
Enter the Clowns, who this time make for Uncle Pat (master of the quick quip and witty repartee). "Are you the front end of an Ass?" they ask Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "No" "Are you the back end of an Ass?" "No" says Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee. "Then I declare that you are no end of an Ass"... But before the audience could react, Uncle Pat, a master of the quick quip and witty repartee, quick as a flash said "Fuck off, you red nosed, big shoed cunt."
I thought Poet's dirty diapers smelled nasty but that bunny is the stinkiest thing I have ever smelled. That there lagomorph's odor is so awful he can peel paint and knock Scarfman off a shit wagon. What a stinky rabbit! Just wait till I see him and that stinky Krackhead at A.J.'s. Stinky! Stinky! Stinky!
pigsock is even stinkier than the rabbit. stupid sock!
i like stinky rabbit's feet. i'd very much like to jack the rabbit's smelly feet tonight. anyone else up for a footrub this fine evening? anyone? anyone? pigmeat? jta? smolinski? poet? faux? anyone? please?
What a surprise to find out all the gossip and rumor about Greg living off his Mom's retirement check is TRUE! Turns out the guy does in fact live in his mothers basement, doesn't have a job and spends day and night pounding away at the keyboard on the internet. His whole life is this silly shit. He has no accomplishments, didn't even graduate high school, has done nothing with his life, and can only do one thing to make himself look good. Tear down other peoples reputations and start all sorts of rumors and gossip about nice people, he's never met, doesn't know and will never come out of his Mom's basement to meet.
A pathetic individual who can only destroy what others have built.
How does one look themselves in the mirror (assuming he brushes his tooth) everyday and want to go on? Just knowing that everyone else knows what a piece of shit he is, would be enough for most people to end it.
Not sure why someone like that goes on, unless it cowardice. Afraid to go out and live, afraid to eat a bullet and end it. The guy really is as pathetic as he's been painted. I almost feel sorry for him. In fact, I'll have forgotten him, in two, say three weeks.
Brown isn't just his name.
Its the color of his soul.
Brown is also the color of his smelly underwear aka his stinky Poetman underoos. Gregory Dale Browns his underwear. PMLOL!
Wipe your poetic stinkin ass thoroughly next time, stoopid! Heheheheheheheh!!
Cockwad! Wanna dance?
STATE OF OHIO vs. MICHAEL GAUKIN III
Date Filed: 06/19/92
GAUKIN, MICHAEL III
29370 VITA LN.
N. OLMSTED OH
DOB 8/29/72
RACE/SEX W/MALE
BOND $7500 CASH & 2100 PERS
MUNI CT # ELYRIA 92CR570
ARRESTED 3/18/92
07/28/92 INDICTMENT
INDICTMENT FILED. SUMMONS W/COPY OF INDICTMENT ISSUED TO LORAIN COUNTY SHERIFF. INDICTMENT FOR RECEIVING STOLEN PROPERTY, 2913.41(A) ( 2 COUNTS ); FLEEING, 2921.33(B)(3)
02/18/93 PLEA
DEFENDANT IN COURT WITH COUNSEL, WITHDRAWS FORMER PLEA OF NOT GUILTY AND ENTERS PLEA OF GUILTY TO INDICTMENT, OHIO REVISED CODE SECTION 2913.51, 2921.33(B)(3) FELONIES IN THE 3RD DEGREE AND 4TH DEGREE, WHICH PLEA IS ACCEPTED. DEFT. IS REFERRED TO THE LORAIN COUNTY ADULT PROBATION DEPT. FOR A PRE-SENTENCE EVALUATION AND REPORT; BOND $2,500.00 SURETY. (FDH)
04/19/93 SENTENCING
DEFENDANT IN COURT WITH COUNSEL FOR SENTENCING. DEFENDANT SENTENCED TO 18 MONTHS, CONCURRENT, IN THE LCI ON COUNT 1. 18 MONTHS IN THE LCI ON COUNT 2. DEFT. IS ORDERED TO PAY THE COSTS OF PROSECUTION WITHIN 90 DAYS. SENTENCE IN LCI SUSPENDED, DEFT. PLACED ON PROBATION FOR 3 YEARS ENDING 4/19/96. DEFT. ORDERED TO SERVE FIRST 0 DAYS OF PROB. PERIOD IN LORAIN COUNTY JAIL. DEFT. ORDERED TO INTENSIVE SUPERVISION PROGRAM; REPAY COURT APPOINTED ATTY. FEES WITHIN 1 YR. ATTORNEY SPRINGFIELD'S APPOINTMENT CONFIRMED. SEE JRN. (FDH) VOLUME # 612 PAGE # 385
08/26/94 (TWJ) DEFENDANT FAILED TO APPEAR FOR SCHEDULED MERITS HEARING WITH NOTICE, CAPIAS TO ISSUE FOR DEFENDANT'S ARREST. BOND REVOKED. DEFENDANT'S TIME OF PROBATION IS TOLLED. VOL 681 PAGE 260
11/29/01 (TWJ) DEF HAVING BEEN ARRESTED ON THE COURT'S CAPIAS, BOND SET AT $10,000.00 CASH. MERITS HEARING IS HEREBY SCHEDULED FOR 12/14/01 AT 10;30 AM. ATTY DAVE BERTA IS HEREBY APPT'D TO REPRESENT DEF IN THIS MATTER. (1 CC TO SHERIFF) VOLUME # 874 PAGE # 1712
06/16/1992 INDICTED ORIGINAL
07/10/1992 CAPIAS
07/29/1992 JAIL
07/31/1992 ARRAIGNED
08/13/1992 BAIL
09/24/1992 CAPIAS
10/01/1992 BAIL
10/01/1992 WAIVED RIGHTS
05/04/1993 CAPIAS
05/05/1993 JAIL
05/18/1993 PLEA
05/18/1993 BAIL
06/15/1993 CAPIAS
09/23/1993 JAIL
10/20/1993 SENTENCED
11/20/1996 LEAVING JAIL
VANDALISM
PASSING BAD CHECKS
GRAND THEFT
THEFT
THEFT
THEFT
PETTY THEFT
CULTIVATION OF MARIJUANA
MAKING FALSE ALARMS
COUNTERFEIT CONTROLLED SUBSTANCES
PASSING BAD CHECKS
MASTURBATING IN PUBLIC LIBRARY
Hi my name is mike and i am into being submissive my e-mail is nighthiker72@hotmail.com
none of this bull shit is true;those nazis in charge of the f.r.n. are liars...i never said i was gay all i did was suck on a guys dick for maybe a minute once and i never did it again,
Michael T. Gaukin bullshitted:
".i never said i was gay all i did was suck on a guys dick for maybe a minute once and i never did it again,"
Now where have I heard that one before? Quit clownin' me, nigga! Nigga please!
Who the hell is this mike gaugin crap and why is all this crap being posted here. Another Bunny/Krackhead/Beans/Mosby/ Thumper/lovemyradios sock puppet, what nasty people they are posting all these lies and personal information!!!!! Alex_in_West_Virginia
Theo Huxtable... that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life! No wonder you get D's in everything! You're afraid to try because you're afraid your brain is going to explode and it's going to ooze out of your ears. Now I'm telling you, you are going to try as hard as you can. And you're going to do it because I said so. I am your father. I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out!
i still want to rub the bunny's stinky rabbit feet.
stfu alex! cockwad! wanna dance bitch? fuck you! pussy!
Oh, you are making me so wet. I want your throbbing phallus inside my quivering quim now. Oh that's it. Soft now, harder, harder! OH yes. Give it to me. OH yeah. OH I love it, OHHH. Yes. It feels so good. Oh a little more now OHHH AHH yes that's it AH Ooo that's it make me go, make me go Yes! OOoo. Yes. Now, do it there, yes, Ooo yes. YES, YESQ AHHHHHHOOOoooOOoo
Little crybaby Poetman just poopied in his diaper. Won't somebody change it for me? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Kick the stinky baby!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
i agree with you hyena. kick the stinky baby! kick it in the haid. kick it in the teeth. kick it in the road and kick it down the street. kick it! kick it! just fuckin kick it!!!!
KICK THE STINKY BABY! KICK IT HARD!
PUNK POET! P-P-P-P-P-PUNK POET!
WANNA DANCE BITCH!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
stinky rabbit! stinky! stinky! stinky! stinky!
YOU'RE ALL STINKY!!
Kick the stinky baby! Stinky! Stinky! Stinky! Stinky Poetman baby!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
Hey Poet! Is cousin marriage icky? Why? You can't appeal to Victorian morality; Queen Victoria married her first cousin. You can't appeal to the Bible; in the Bible, God commands marriages between first cousins. Instead, advocates of laws against cousin marriage appeal to science. To let cousins marry, they argue, is "to play Russian roulette with genetics." Many genetic diseases are caused by recessive genes. To get the disease, you have to get the bad gene from both parents. The greater the genetic similarity between your parents, the greater your chance of getting two copies of the bad gene.
Yakity-yak-yak-yak-grunt-grunt-yak! Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
punk poet is a crybaby bitch. kapish?
p-p-p-p-punk poet! p-p-p-p-punk planet! baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
wanna dance?
fuck you, cockwad!
Poetman, Poetman,
Does whatever a blogger can
Blogs the web, telling lies,
Catches hell, then he cries
Look Out!
Here blogs the Poetman.
Is he wrong?
Listen bud,
He's got radio-asshat blood.
Can he troll in a thread
Take a look at what he said
Beware
There posts the Poetman.
In dad's basement at night
At the thread of a crime
With the speed of light
He replies just in time.
Poetman, Poetman
Whiny neighborhood Poetman
Trolled and flamed
Yet he's ignored
Laughter is his reward.
Punk Poet, he has a great big hang up
Someday he might get banged up
Laugh at the Poetman.
HEY! PAT ATTENTION TO ME! ME-ME-ME-ME-ME GOD DAMNIT! I want the world to know that even though I dropped out of school in the 10th grade (I was emotionally damaged), I read plato once and can write volumes about minutia (look it up assholes) and pretend to be smarter than I really am, by copying smart people's stuff and pasting it as though it was mine, thus making you assholes think I'm really, really fucking smart.
Enough of this Mike Gaukin III shit, PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I am more important than that fucking Commander Bunny. My alter-ego's Guise and The Radical said so. So fuck all of you talking about someone other than ME! You made fun of me when I posted my inner-most feelings about Pirate Radio on the FRN. You fucking made fun of me you assholes. Momma says:"You are the most imporant in the world Greg", and some fucker made fun of me.
Ok, so I poop my pants once in a while, what the fuck does that matter? I have IBS, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which is why I live in Momma's basement, cause she doesn't care how I smell.
I had a girlfriend once but she wanted to talk about herself all the time and NEVER TALKED ABOUT ME! Momma's didn't like her, so I killed her and buried her back by the furnace. Fucking bitch! She never told me how handsome I am, like Momma does.
ENOUGH OF THIS MIKE GAUKINIII shit, this is all about me. Alex can go fuck himself, its all about me-me-me-me.
Oh yeah, I can see Pat Murphy in everything I read. He's fucking everywhere. He's on every fucking board and site I see. He will write shit about me not taking meds and living in my Momma's basement and make fun of me. He's everywhere. Oh Jesus, what if I'm really Pat Murphy? God Damnit he's in my head. GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY HEAD! GET HIM OUT! I HATE YOU PAT MURPHY FOR BEING IN MY HEAD!
He fucking banned me from the FRN for breaking the rules and I've hated him ever since, but now he's in my brain! GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY THOUGHTS! He's hiding behind the furnace! He's looking at me through the window! He's that guy at the Deli, looking at me like he wants to kill me! GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY MIND! I bet he's writing this to make me look like a fucking loon! Fucking asshole. He's making me do things to myself. I've taken out my winkie and and I'm going to slam the video controller on it! Owyeeeeee! Pat Murphy made me hit my winkie and now I can't have children. Now he's making me fondle my balls! fucking asshole. NO! I won't put my feet in the microwave! Oh jesus Pat Murphy is making me do things. GET PAT MURPHY OUT OF MY HEAD!
Yes I am lurking about, posting every time I see my good friend Greg post something. I make concise psychological evaluations of Greg based on his extensive use of narcotics and mind altering drugs. Whats a "momma's boy" to do? Poor Greg, hounded by his past, haunted by his present, and no way to escape me! I stalk his every movement. Driving up and down Schlee every chance I get. Just so he see's me, and wonder's "What's next"????
It must be hell to know what's coming and not be able to do a thing about it! Scream silently Greg, no one believes you anymore. You've screamed "wolf" once too often and now they all think you lie about being "Stalked". You know its coming, you just don't know when or what direction. I cackle in your general direction.
I thought I told you to get the hell off your lazy butt and look for a god damn job, Gregory! What in God's name is wrong with you, son? Don't answer that, I already know the answer and I have just about had it with you, young man! You'd better shape up or you can ship the hell out of my house! I brought you into this world and I can take you out, so don't give me any lip! Do you hear me? Are you fucking deaf? Loser! Ass!
YOU TELL HIM, POPS. YOUR KID'S A LAZY ASS LOSER.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
What does one do when they know "it" is coming?
Do they look out the window often, wondering "who's that slowing down as they drive by my house?".
Do they wonder who's behind the garage, when they go out back for a smoke?
Do they lay in bed wondering, "what's that noise?" "is it coming tonight?".
How awful it must be waiting for "it" to come. And it is coming.................
That's right, pussy Poetman, when will it come?
Ha-ha-HA-ha ha-ha-HA-ha!
I'm a little poet, short and stout.
This is my handle, this is my cock.
which one of u getlemen wants a foot rub this fine evening? any takers? poet? god-murphy? pigmeat? jta? fansome? hyena? smolinski? alex? anyone? please?
yo! i oughts to shove mah size fo-teen triple-e black nigga foot up yo funky punk white ass, ronine. y'all gits yo preverted stinkin white foot rubbin toe-jam lickin ass on out of here ronine. i ain't playin, foot-boy!
Yo, ain't no foot boyz here, i be gettin down wit the circkle jerks in my phat mini van with big azz rimz, yo, we be gettin down wit yo homies YO! fo shizzle.
Get yo ass off the couch, you lazy bum Thinking you got the right to lounge because you're young When I was your age I worked three jobs You don't work at all, you lazy ass slob You don't do homework and you don't do chores Watch MTV and spill shit on the floor You lounged all morning and you slept till 2 When you live in your own house, do what you wanna do You live under my roof, you'll do what I say Or leave with a footprint on your ass today Get your feet off the table, Get yo ass off the couch or I'll cut off the cable!
Get yo ass off the couch or I'll punch you in the mouth You don't know what hard labor is all about Fat bitch, work some of them hips off If you was my kid, I'd smack your lips off You wanna play a guitar, like Coup Detroit? Only thing you play is the VCR Wash your ass and get a haircut and lose that slouch Oh, and get the fuck off my couch!
Get yo ass off the couch or you might freeze that way And your ass'll be stuck here everyday I'm with my lady friend, trying to get a little ass But you're here every fucking night watching Mash You been slacking, so get cracking Or you're finna hear your neck bone snapping Cause I'll squeeze your neck and throw your shit out my house So get yo wack bitch ass off my couch, motherfucker.
Yeah, get your ass off the fucking couch, boy You know what I'm saying Cause when I was yourmotherfucking age I used to have to work I was putting in work I ain't have no car I had to walk my ass to work 27 miles, every fucking day, barefoot, over broken glass and hot coals.
If I only had it so good I used to get up a half hour before I went to bed To walk to work, uphill both ways, get yo ass off the couch.
BOOM! Opps, Wrong blog sorry.
Did any famous people die today? It's so hard to find a good celebrity obituary to beat off to everyday.
FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP!
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Every day is a gift.
But waiting is a bitch.
Will it be the Lorrilard goons or the political hacks? Where will it come from?
Who was that following me when I went out for smokes? I know they're following me. They drive by my house, sometimes real slow, looking for a pattern, a weakness.
What have I done to myself? So many people hate me. My health suffers because of the stress of the hate. The hate from all these people is consuming me. Sometimes I cough, and cough, spitting up the hate, that consumes me.
Have they focused their hate to eat my soul? Me thinkst they have. I am so alone. Why?
Why am I so lonely? I try to put on a happy face, but the pain is destroying me. I have destroyed myself with the hate that I have directed at others.
When will it come?
I hope it comes soon.
By the way, Poet sucks.
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