Tough Timez!

Sometimes life gets rough and people fall on hard times. Believe it or not, even a big macho tough guy like Eddie Entropy falls on hard timez! When you're bench pressing 300 pounds of guilt and sorrow you might find yourself asking "Is it all right for a rough customer like me to break down and cry?". Well good news friends, it is! Plus, crying is FREE! You won't find a better deal than this!

Post President's Day Blues

Many of us have been abused. This abuse has caused fear and depression in our lives. How can we move on? When will we start treating those around us with the care and respect fellow human beings deserve? Only when we become human.

It Only Gets Worse (Bike Horn Confessional Pt. 2)

THEN I STARTED HONKING ON THE HARDCORE SHIT AND IT WENT DOWN HILL FROM THERE.

PLEASE HELP!!!

Bike Horns - A True Cautionary Tale by Eddie

Bike horns became a part of my life when I was 19 years old. I was instantly hooked -- there was none of that "only on the weekends," or "I'll only stay up for two days tooting my horns." I eventually tried to do that, but control was impossible. I was powerless over bike horns; I just didn't realize it or wouldn't admit it at the time. I couldn't quit. I used to google images of bike horns almost every day for seven months and then I hit bottom. Seven months. That’s all it took for me to lose everything.

When I started my obsession with bike horns, the only thing I knew about it was that they were horns for your bike, they went “toot toot” when you honked them. At the time, I had the mentality that "it" wasn't going to happen to me. I would never become obsessed with that sweet sweet “toot” sound.

Over the next seven months, bike horns became the most important thing in my life. Everything I did, I did to get more bike horns and to google more images of bike horns. I didn't know what else to do. I stopped talking to my family because I didn't want them to know about my little secret. I smuggled bike horns in with me to work and I was tired because I hadn't slept in days, so many nights had I poured over images of bike horns. I only called my mom to borrow money. I wasn't able to pay my car payment, car insurance, rent, or any other bills because I spent my money on bike horns. I lost sixty pounds because I didn't eat when I was fawning over my bike horns.  Maintaining my hair, brushing my teeth and showering regularly was impossible for me, so I just quit doing it. I used people and manipulated people for more bike horns. I began to consider taking up male stripping so I could have more money to buy more bike horns.

I changed my values so they matched my behavior; it was "right" if it got me access to more hot bike horns. I tried to jump out of a car moving at over seventy miles per hour to grab at a little kid’s horn, and yet I kept buying bike horns. I blacked out and hallucinated about the exotic honks of “Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too” bike horns, and even that didn’t stop me. Some would say I had a choice: bike horns or a life -- and I chose bike horns. Before I squeezed that first bicycle horn, I did have a choice. After that, I was in the grip of a disease more powerful than myself. I lived to honk and honked to live. There was no choice, I had to get toot and toot the horns. I did anything to get more bike horns. I even went to jail for bike horns.

ARNOLD!!

INSAME IN THE MNEBRAIN (COCAINING IT WITH eDWARD PT> 6) (Best of Nov 2008 pt. 2)

EDDIE DON"t LISTEN TO THE HATERS AND ED KEEEEPS COKIN" IT UP!!!

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESAOTA

Around dawn on a Sunday, packs of young people are huddled at stoplights or ambling down
Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Despite the hour, the day isn't just beginning for them. Like thousands of young Minnesotans, they are ending a long night of hard-core partying that probably included the unbridled snorting of cocaine.
At crowded clubs and throbbing bars along Minneapolis' First Avenue and on side streets radiating from the Ground Zero night club, the city's heart, a gram of coke is casually sold for 79 dollars and quickly consumed in restrooms or nearby parked cars.
"It's easier to get cocaine than to get a library card," said Eddie Entropy, 31, an undsutrial subparstar, recalling his nocturnal carousing before he went to Chaska for drug rehabilitation.

PLEASDE HEPP MNE BECAUSE I TRY TO BE GOODO!

INSAME IN THE MNEBRAIN (COCAINING IT WITH eDWARD PT> 6) (Best of Nov 2008 pt. 2)

EDDIE DON"t LISTEN TO THE HATERS AND ED KEEEEPS COKIN" IT UP!!!

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESAOTA

Around dawn on a Sunday, packs of young people are huddled at stoplights or ambling down
Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Despite the hour, the day isn't just beginning for them. Like thousands of young Minnesotans, they are ending a long night of hard-core partying that probably included the unbridled snorting of cocaine.
At crowded clubs and throbbing bars along Minneapolis' First Avenue and on side streets radiating from the Ground Zero night club, the city's heart, a gram of coke is casually sold for 79 dollars and quickly consumed in restrooms or nearby parked cars.
"It's easier to get cocaine than to get a library card," said Eddie Entropy, 31, an undsutrial subparstar, recalling his nocturnal carousing before he went to Chaska for drug rehabilitation.

PLEASDE HEPP MNE BECAUSE I TRY TO BE GOODO!

Homo Sapiens

"Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable."


FUCK DOCTOR WHO,,, I HATE TEH HOMMO SPANiEN!! DEATH TO BIDPEDS!!!

Hepp Me (port foul)

I TOLD HIM NOT TO RAISE THE HANDS! I TOLD HIM! I TOLD HIM NOT TO RAISE THE HANDS AND HE WENT AND DID IT ANYWAYS! I COULD DO BETTER THAN THAT WHEN I WAS HIS AGE! PUT THE GODDAMN HANDS DOWN GODDAMITT ALL GODDAMN!

Help Me (pt 1)

In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them, and fire a bullet into the back of their head.

INSAME IN THE MNEBRAIN (COCAINING IT WITH eDWARD PT> 6)

EDDIE DON"t LISTEN TO THE HATERS AND ED KEEEEPS COKIN" IT UP!!!

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESAOTA

Around dawn on a Sunday, packs of young people are huddled at stoplights or ambling down
Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Despite the hour, the day isn't just beginning for them. Like thousands of young Minnesotans, they are ending a long night of hard-core partying that probably included the unbridled snorting of cocaine.
At crowded clubs and throbbing bars along Minneapolis' First Avenue and on side streets radiating from the Ground Zero night club, the city's heart, a gram of coke is casually sold for 79 dollars and quickly consumed in restrooms or nearby parked cars.
"It's easier to get cocaine than to get a library card," said Eddie Entropy, 31, an undsutrial subparstar, recalling his nocturnal carousing before he went to Chaska for drug rehabilitation.

PLEASDE HEPP MNE BECAUSE I TRY TO BE GOODO!

COCAIN IN THE MENBRAIN!! (cokin it with Eddddd pt. 5)

EDDIE DON"t LISTEN TO THE HATERS AND ED KEEEEPS COKIN" IT UP!!!

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESAOTA

Around dawn on a Sunday, packs of young people are huddled at stoplights or ambling down
Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Despite the hour, the day isn't just beginning for them. Like thousands of young Minnesotans, they are ending a long night of hard-core partying that probably included the unbridled snorting of cocaine.
At crowded clubs and throbbing bars along Minneapolis' First Avenue and on side streets radiating from the Ground Zero night club, the city's heart, a gram of coke is casually sold for 79 dollars and quickly consumed in restrooms or nearby parked cars.
"It's easier to get cocaine than to get a library card," said Eddie Entropy, 31, an undsutrial subparstar, recalling his nocturnal carousing before he went to Chaska for drug rehabilitation.

PLEASDE HEPP MNE BECAUSE I TRY TO BE GOODO!