Jack is an admirable man, though
dimwitted and childish. He achieves
what I aspire to be. He is the only
person that I would call if I needed
help to bury a body. A prestegious new
brunswick lawyer, Mr. Shit would give
you the moth-eaten ramones shirt off
his back. His writing talents are the
envy of anyone who ever tried to put a
pen to paper. If he is drunk, he
becomes a surly rottweiler and that's
what I like most about about him. I'm
proud to know jack and one day he and I
will kill you all. And you can take
that to the bank!
in sept. 1995 a kid w/a bleached-
blonde pompadour introduced himself to
me as "jack shit" and told me to come
to his radio show. he played gg allin
songs and we stole records. since
then he has tried to murder me
countless times...
I love how when I click on Jack's
profile it says really big "JACKSHIT IS
YOUR FRIEND" like it is trying to stop
me from hitting him or something...
Jack is pure gold. Jack Bukowski is the
living example that alcohol can replace
blood. Hey Jack, remember when I was
cut off at McCormick's after having 13
shots of tequilla, and I tried to steal
your car? No? I wouldn't have it any
other way.\m/
Rock on Jack...rock on.
I remember Jack in his glory days with
the Lay Ministers. I've seen him
through his Reverend phase, then
through his Beat phase when he lived in
an attic and wrote on a typewriter. We
used to party it up in dorms, my first
apartment, 11 Robinson St, but then he
up and moved to Chicago, and came back
a different man. No longer the
alcoholic that I would run into on
Easton Ave at 12 noon shit faced on
Scotch, but I guess times change and
people do too. Now he's just a bitter
man who hates what he does for a
living, but invested too much time and
money to do something else. So
needless to say (but I will anyway), I
like him even more now.
that vomit in Jack's picture clings to
my car. this fucking maniac also
punched me in the stomach for no
reason! If he wasn't so huge I would
kick his ass. One day we're gonna
start a law firm together and this
bitch is gonna be my secretary!!!!
Who ruined whose life, I wonder? I
think Jack Shit was meant to a be a
bouncer at My Three Sons, but somewhere
along the line Jonh Sanders Esquire got
involved and queered the deal.
patterson? he sucks dong! next ruben
mateo.
dimwitted and childish. He achieves
what I aspire to be. He is the only
person that I would call if I needed
help to bury a body. A prestegious new
brunswick lawyer, Mr. Shit would give
you the moth-eaten ramones shirt off
his back. His writing talents are the
envy of anyone who ever tried to put a
pen to paper. If he is drunk, he
becomes a surly rottweiler and that's
what I like most about about him. I'm
proud to know jack and one day he and I
will kill you all. And you can take
that to the bank!
blonde pompadour introduced himself to
me as "jack shit" and told me to come
to his radio show. he played gg allin
songs and we stole records. since
then he has tried to murder me
countless times...
out to be one of those nights where you
pass out around the toilet!
pretty embarassing. He has a wierd
fetish for White Sox, but still won't
give me anything for Jose Valentine.
profile it says really big "JACKSHIT IS
YOUR FRIEND" like it is trying to stop
me from hitting him or something...
Jack is pure gold. Jack Bukowski is the
living example that alcohol can replace
blood. Hey Jack, remember when I was
cut off at McCormick's after having 13
shots of tequilla, and I tried to steal
your car? No? I wouldn't have it any
other way.\m/
Rock on Jack...rock on.
the Lay Ministers. I've seen him
through his Reverend phase, then
through his Beat phase when he lived in
an attic and wrote on a typewriter. We
used to party it up in dorms, my first
apartment, 11 Robinson St, but then he
up and moved to Chicago, and came back
a different man. No longer the
alcoholic that I would run into on
Easton Ave at 12 noon shit faced on
Scotch, but I guess times change and
people do too. Now he's just a bitter
man who hates what he does for a
living, but invested too much time and
money to do something else. So
needless to say (but I will anyway), I
like him even more now.
my car. this fucking maniac also
punched me in the stomach for no
reason! If he wasn't so huge I would
kick his ass. One day we're gonna
start a law firm together and this
bitch is gonna be my secretary!!!!
think Jack Shit was meant to a be a
bouncer at My Three Sons, but somewhere
along the line Jonh Sanders Esquire got
involved and queered the deal.