I'm a bit worried...

So apparently consumerism is the new big thing to criticize about 'merica, and I just don't like it.

I, for one, think we should be buy buy buying more all the time.

Like yesterday when I bought a can of reddi-whip and filled a tupperware container with it and then porked it with my hog.

Almost can't believe it myself...

But this site hasn't been shut down yet. I guess the government is getting lax on how much they let radicals like me say on the internet. Back when I was a kid it used to be that we curb-stomped every commie-sounding motherfucker in the barrio but I guess times have changed...

AND FOR THE WORSE.

I'm going to have to run for office and save this cuntry!

SCOTT ALAN STAPP FOR PRESIDENT IN 2013!!!

GET SOCIAL:
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"This is my business and my house of the gods!" screamed Apollo, quite angrily.

There you have it^. The first sentence from my all new line of erotic graphic novels geared towards women and man-sluts.

If my own boner is any gauge (it only went off, oh, like 7 jillion times when I was writing the thing, nbd...), then I am about to become fucking twice as famous as I once was.

-Scott Alan Stapp

F

UCK

as in

FUCK

you world.

You, I will buttfuck. The end.

-Scott Alan "About to Watch 'Lost' " Stapp, out!

The Super Bowl

This year, in support of rape beards everywhere, I decided to bet more than you will make in your whole life on that rapist from the Detroit Seventy-Sixes winning the superbowl. I ended up getting drunk and watching something called The Puppy Bowl instead. Did I win money? Anyone?

Update: My will has changed

Note:

Those bastards at Toyota will no longer be getting a cut of my sweet stacks of cash because head chairman Fujio Cho made disparaging remarks about my mother's rump at a board meeting yesterday.

This is Scott Alan Stapp urging you to write your local congressman and demand we go to war with Japan.

Scott Stapp, over and out.

"Funky Cold Medina"

Kid Rock and I have ended our feud. It's done. We're friends again. And it's all thanks to none other than eighties rapper Tone Loc. Loc's bitchin song, "Funky Cold Medina" (little known fact, this is the first song that Creed covered) is all about a super sweet love drug called Funky Cold Medina. This song came on the radio as I was driving home from the pound the other day. You see, I had just come from my weekly dog selection (every week I go to the pound and get two dogs and then I go home and make them into dog jerky while screaming obscenities at Tom Bergeron from America's Funniest Home Videos), and as I was driving home, "Funky Cold Medina" came on the radio and that used to be me and Kid's jam and then I remembered that time we gave that chick seven funky cold ones and then she slobbed our hogs and I just couldn't stay mad anymore. So I said "Fuck it" and called off the goddamn feud.

Thanks, Tone. Thanks a ton.

-Scott Alan Stapp