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Sean Prooves There Is No God; Fiction Can Be Fun But I Prefer The Reference Section


Well there's too much blind faith being preached today. I mean setting aside one day a week to worship a fucking ghosttown. I mean give me a fucking break. Sinners!!!!! "And god cast them down to the fiery depths of hell where they shall rot for evermore". Seriously why is anyone buying this horseshit. Everyone's a sinner, whether you are rocker Tommy Lee or the ministers daughter with a V card in your late 40's. The minute you exceed 60km/h in a designated 60 km/h zone you'll be down in the pit having tea with Hitler the moment your "real" "natural" life is over with. And the football players who thank god for bringing them the championships that year. Did he bring you your 7 illigitimate kids and your drunk driving charges too? You know what? For the rest of this I'll be referring to god as the Easter Bunny or as the Count Drackula etc....you know, other real beings. It kind of hurts the credibility of something if it cannot be seen or interacted with by any means. Why does he let bad things happen? Han Solo in the sky is all knowing, all powerful, all loving, all forgiving......yet he wants to take people down a peg by allowing catastrophe? So by believing in Willy Wonka and the Chocholate Factory you're esentially just wasting your time and putting on a scene for a good number of years so that when you die you ....will still die the same as me. Don't bust my chops with this. Save me Batman. And bring Wolverine and the rest of the X-Men gang. Well peace out I'm gonna go hang with Archie, Big Moose, and Jughead.



The Mephorical Cool Slap In The Groin

So I was down in Calgary this weekend to visit/charter friends to their contraband and the first night all goes to plan and there are no problems. I leant my horseless carriage to rygore and erik and it was in good hands until a checkstop reared its ugly head and as unfavourable luck would have it my car was without insurance. So upon return to the dwelling of erik and ryan the next morning it was a cheap spin off syndication of "Dude Where's My Car?" So after taking the filthy, ghastly public transit 2 hours later we ended up in a region that was supposedly within walking distance to the impound lot. Ya it was walking distance.....If you're Terry Fox on a record breaking jog. The bus driver didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground so we were really about a taxi ride from the place still. After progressing for about 4 or 5 more thousand metres in the direction the senile bus driver pointed us we played the fuck it card and called for a taxi. Then after reaching the impound lot where I believed everything was worked out I thought we would be able to drive my car back. This would be in a perfect world folks. Apparently they still didnt have the proper registration so the only way that car was moving is if we scaled the gates, put a piece of wood on the front as a makeshift bumper, and charged the fence. (although this thought did cross my mind) After about another hour at the lot arguing and pulling tomfoolery we decided to take the ghastly transit back to the opposite side of town. On the plus side I used the courtesy phone to call long distance and 1-900 numbers. This way I wouldnt run out of quarters on keith's mom's number. ahahahaa It was amusing watching justin make a scene and conntinuously fart every few minutes, and make comments like "what an ingenius set up around here".
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