Roared on Oct 30th, 2009 10:02am in Miscellaneous was tagged with Manliness, Tattoo, and has 0 comments.
I remain unvanquished.
I've always felt that honor and pride are two things that a man cannot go through life without holding sacred. Without them, a man is but a coward afraid of his own potential.
Whomever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whomever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you; If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.
Invictus Maneo. Such is the motto of my family name from the days of old. My brothers and I have always felt a strong meaning from within our hearts when hearing the words spoken aloud. Ignore the skulls (for now), I think it's time to declare my words of pride. I haven't gotten this yet, but soon I will…
(Yes, I'm a huge nerd and faked this on Photoshop a couple years ago.)
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Roared on Oct 28th, 2009 10:32pm in Doodles was tagged with Fire, and has 0 comments.
Circa 2006.
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Roared on Oct 20th, 2009 1:24pm in Miscellaneous was tagged with Women, and has 0 comments.
Note to self: Stay away from crazy bitches.
While I think that's pretty self-explanatory, I suppose that, for the sake of blogging, I should be more specific.
It's been said before, but I think it should be reiterated every now and then to remind us men about the facts of life: “Bitches be trippin'.”
No really. I challenge you to point out a girl that isn't at least one breed of complete crazy.
Seriously, challenge go.
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Roared on Sep 29th, 2009 11:02pm in Doodles was tagged with Knife, and has 0 comments.
I really don’t have anything to say about this one. It’s from somewhere around 2005-2006, my senior year of college. I mean, really… how else are you going to get them to stop yelling?
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Roared on Sep 1st, 2009 10:51pm in Doodles was tagged with Women, Relationships, Puking, and has 0 comments.
My oldest brother is getting married this weekend. Unfortunately, I think that this doodle from 2006 is the only thing close enough to the subject of marriage that I have in my arsenal.
I went to Target today to pick out a card today to go with the gift that I got my oldest brother and soon-to-be-sister-in-law. As I started to peruse the cards in the Hallmark section (is there any other card brand, or am I just ignorant?), I started to feel a lump in my throat. Not the kind of lump that makes a guy want to choke up and not be manly anymore… no—more like the kind that makes you want to barf all over every one of the cards in front of you.
Every card I saw for weddings made me want to ralf up whatever I could find in my system. I would have even settled for dry heaving stomach acid. At least it would have been more tasteful than the utter shit that was already spewn out in word form on these over-priced pieces of paper.
Why the fuck didn't Target have any plain, blank, empty cards? I had to settle for one that said, "Joined in Love" on the front with nothing inside. It's definitely the card with the least barf on it in the entire store.
But, now I have a major problem: what the fuck do I write in this? I'm leaning toward the first thing that comes to mind:
Hi, you're married now. I picked out the card that least made me want to shove my finger down my throat and violently throw up the contents of my stomach. I hope you appreciate the shit I had to read through in order to pick out this piece of paper that you won't remember three minutes from now. You're welcome.
PS: I'm sorry for being ridiculously drunk at the dinner after the ceremony (I'm planning ahead here, beer with me).
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