His name?
Juan Manuel Alvarez. He's 25, used to live in Compton and after cutting his wrists, stabbing himself in the chest and parking his Jeep Cherokee, abandoned the vehicle on the tracks in front of an oncoming passenger train.
He's killed at least ten people today - not one of them him. Sent hundreds to the hospital. Occupied hundreds more rescue workers, investigators and Costco employees (YAH COSTCO!).
Spent a whole lotta my taxes.
Bitch.
It's been said I can use profanity well. Folks, this week I have been inspired. But it's time to share the glory.
That's right, the profanity lamp is LIT. Let fly. And no, this is not the time to warn the kiddies and tell people to cover their eyes.
You get points for refraining from using the 'seven words you can't say on television' - let's face it, they're overused. This is a male, too. You loose points if you insult his mother, his sex tools or any other female. *thinks* Female anything. Dirty bastard insults his mother, but has little to do with him. Think of something else.
Tell you what. I'll go first.
*ahem*
Juan.
You suck little dead rat chunks through a straw.
Backwards.
And thought it was boba tea.
I'd call you a waste of trace minerals, but I doubt I'd find any if I looked.
You left your brains in a pickle jar - stashed in the back of the refrigerator where nobody looks. You forgot them there a whole long time ago. Likely somebody pitched them because they'd begun to smell.
Sorry? No kidding. Newsflash of the decade.
May you live to over a hundred years of age - stuck behind a set of bars with a pervert who thinks Dial Soap makes a lovely enema. And a soup. And a lubricant.
And plays "Mmm Bop" by Hansen on infinite loop. At 12.
Juan Manuel Alvarez. He's 25, used to live in Compton and after cutting his wrists, stabbing himself in the chest and parking his Jeep Cherokee, abandoned the vehicle on the tracks in front of an oncoming passenger train.
He's killed at least ten people today - not one of them him. Sent hundreds to the hospital. Occupied hundreds more rescue workers, investigators and Costco employees (YAH COSTCO!).
Spent a whole lotta my taxes.
Bitch.
It's been said I can use profanity well. Folks, this week I have been inspired. But it's time to share the glory.
That's right, the profanity lamp is LIT. Let fly. And no, this is not the time to warn the kiddies and tell people to cover their eyes.
You get points for refraining from using the 'seven words you can't say on television' - let's face it, they're overused. This is a male, too. You loose points if you insult his mother, his sex tools or any other female. *thinks* Female anything. Dirty bastard insults his mother, but has little to do with him. Think of something else.
Tell you what. I'll go first.
*ahem*
Juan.
You suck little dead rat chunks through a straw.
Backwards.
And thought it was boba tea.
I'd call you a waste of trace minerals, but I doubt I'd find any if I looked.
You left your brains in a pickle jar - stashed in the back of the refrigerator where nobody looks. You forgot them there a whole long time ago. Likely somebody pitched them because they'd begun to smell.
Sorry? No kidding. Newsflash of the decade.
May you live to over a hundred years of age - stuck behind a set of bars with a pervert who thinks Dial Soap makes a lovely enema. And a soup. And a lubricant.
And plays "Mmm Bop" by Hansen on infinite loop. At 12.
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Date: 2005-01-27 04:12 am (UTC)Juan, you bleeding rectal wart on the behind of an anemic elephant, you killed almost as many people today as G.W...
You stabbed yourself, you slit you're wrists and parked your car in front of an oncoming train and you STILL couldn't kill yourself?
You Donkey Raping Tampon Eating Buffoon! You are a Cancerous Sore on a 1 Balled Stallion! (I wasn't referring to his tool, I was referring to the horses! NO points lost!!!)
Okay folks! Top that!
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Date: 2005-01-27 04:37 am (UTC)Juan, you train-derailing COWARD.