Seka, You are the mean one. If you had not been writing about me I would not have said anything to you. You are a big fat meanie!! Hey, guess what?? I have a megaphone!! And why can I not watch you type but you can watch me?? from Theresa [email] [homepage] 1:13 pm - Monday,March 11, 2002

Ahem. Yes, it is I, and I am online, and I am signing your guestbook. You had better appreciate this!! On to other subject matter. Ahem. Who the hell is Danny and what have I been missing here?! C'est la fini!!! from A very brazen harlot [email] [homepage] 11:07 pm - Thursday,March 7, 2002

Seka, Learn how to spell my fricken name. I shouldn't have to correct it for you! Oh and by the way the girls left because I left. What can I say, I have cult following! from Theresa [email] [homepage] 1:02 pm - Thursday,March 7, 2002

Well, since you enjoy having your ego stroked by having people sign your guestbook, I shall do my part and stroke you. Stroke it I mean. By IT I mean your ego....... Yeah, I know what you were thinking, you pervert. from Pharaoh [email] [homepage] 2:02 am - Thursday,March 7, 2002

Well, Jesus, and me and Theresa shared the Holy Ghost. from Moi. Again. [email] [homepage] 5:00 pm - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

Me and Theresa have fun during lunch, can't you tell? (I'm Jesus in that last one) from Moi [email] [homepage] 4:54 pm - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

G: why must they copy us? J: because they are jealous. They want to be awesome like us. H: i'm holy J: me too H: yeah but you can not see me J: but my daddy can. Right, daddy? G: who's your daddy? (to self) i sure as hell hope it's not me damn kids J: you screwed up a virgin's life to have me, you can't disown me now. G: what virgin?? your mother came up with the motto will sleep for money J: Yes, but that's after she had me. Right? H: Why, umm... ask God!! G: stop speaking for me!! and why do you think satan rules hell?? because it slept with your mother before me!! for i am a jealous god J: So why the hell'd you have to sacrafice me? If you knew it would do no good, what was the point of all my suffering? Hmm? Hmmmm???? H: ahhhhhh holy holy holy G: I need some amusement. it's lonely up here J: Damn you god!! Damn you to hell!! Oh the pain!! Oh the searing flesh!! AHHHH!!!! G: what did i tell you about whining?? do you want to get into heaven?? you'll be seeing your real daddy if you keep this shit up H: Oh my oh my bad word naughty god! J: But God! You are my father! And besides, I'm already in heaven and I ain't leavin' G: and i have the final word on everything. J: Not if I let all hell break loose. Me and my real father have been planning this secret plot for a while, you know. D: Yes. Haw haw haw haw haw! G: D?? who the hell is D?? and besides hell cannot break loose because i made it up so people would like me more D: I'm the devil, remember? You made me? J: Yes, you made it that way, but now I am creating a new religion based on me and only me and then I'm gonna make all the people like me more. I am so clever. H: oh-oh! Whatever shall god do? D: to hell with god. Haw haw haw. J: shut up, dad. You're mean. D: sorry... G: i brought you into this world and i can bring you out. besides there already is a religon all about you. J: Oh yeah.. I forget these things sometimes. Anyways, you may have created me, but now I am alive father. I am alive and I am a real boy! G: what did i tell you about watching disney movies?? J: You said they are your favorites and I should watch them all the time. I think you were drunk at the moment, just like you were when you wrote all the contradictiory stuff in the Bible. G: thou shall not lie. and I do not lie (softly to self) often.. anyways i was never drunk i don't believe in drink now mary jane as you kids are calling it these days now that's something i could go for right about now J: Mmm... Mary jane... H: Mmm... Mary jane... D: Mmm... Mary jane... G: remember take a hit and pass it the right. damnit jesus i said right!! right!! damnit boy i'm gonna skin you J: Right... right... right to ME!!! Yipee!! Hee hee hee. You can't skin me, I'm already dead and resurected. G: that's it no more mj for you it's obvious that its affecting your ability to think. (to the other people) go play with your friends elswhere you dumb blondes H: I'm a ghost. And when I wasn't I used to have flaming red hair. D: I used to be blond, but then you took all my beautiful hair away. Oh the memories, oh the pain (runs away crying) G: did we ever find out who that guy was? ( passing a big fat blunt to the right) H: Ahhh.... so holy....dat some good shit yo J: I want some... waaa waaa G: quit your bitchn' now who was that guy?? J: If you're not gonna pass it to me, I'm gonna tell mom! MOMMM!!!! G: shhhhhhhhhhh no need to get mom involved. here have one just for yourself. shhhhhhh. shhhhh. H: Hey! That's so not fair! MOMMMM!!!! G: nobody can see you and wait you don't have a mom your just somebody's ghost H: But that somebody did have a mom. Oh wait, she's in hell now. G: i'm sure she's meant to be there everything happens for a reason. H: Can't you tell me you bastard? why'd you send my mom to hell? G: is that anyway to speak to you father? besides if your my ghost then we don't even have a mother. otherwise she wsa whoring her ass around town with satan and about fifty other guys H: Good point... G: I always make good points. it;'s my job. hmm this is harder than it looks H: I don't see what's so hard about it, god. If you really are god. Jesus, if that's you impersonating your dad again I'm gonna tell. G: see you made mistakes too but i being so great and mighty fixed them for you. and jesus you imitate me all you want. who's my good litlle boy?? huh?? who is my good little boy?? it's you!! from Father Son and Holy Ghost [email] [homepage] 11:57 am - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

T: have you noticed that since we stay in here they stay in here too? S: yeah, it's annoying as all hell T: don'y say hell its a bad word but in concure S: sorry, mon dieu! from Moi et Terese [email] [homepage] 11:21 am - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

Seka, For someone who is trying to be nice that last message of yours was well not very nice to say the least. And stop looking at me type!! I can see you peering over my shoulder and I don't like it!! Ahhhhhhhhh Seka, that's it your being ripped of your title as Jesus from Theresa [email] [homepage] 11:18 am - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

Theresa, I really don't care if you have ten english papers to write, this is my guestbook and you should leave nice, friendly messages. So next time I force you to write one, amuse me by at least ACTING happy to be writing it. from Moi [email] [homepage] 10:34 am - Wednesday,March 6, 2002

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