8:05 PM 11/8/2009 - Boaster
Been over a year since I looked at, or made an update on, this crap site. Ain't that some shit? Smells like it. Might want to watch where you step.

8:08 PM 11/12/2008 - Boaster
Suicide is never the answer. You will be missed Mike Maneha.

1:17 AM 9/15/2008 - Boaster
Fixed the videos links to my YouTube videos. And one was posted yesterday, so take a look or take a dump. It's your choice.

7:31 PM 7/23/2008 - Boaster
I've posted quite a few new videos. Click on the videos link to view them. The Videos link is updated to take you directly to my YouTube channel. Also, my ankle is pretty much healed. Donkey boner.

3:31 AM 7/12/2008 - Boaster
I haven't been doing much since I fractured my ankle. So, slop up some piss and gargle with poop... or something.

12:52 PM 6/20/2008 - Boaster
Hey egg shitters. I uncovered some OLD OLD OLD lost Boaster's Spot posts from 2000 and 2001. Shit, this website was older than I thought. And I though that I had met Robert in 2001 or whatever. But yeah, slurp on a pterodactyl turd, or something.

10:28 PM 5/26/2008 - Boaster
Hey dick turds, a new video is posted. So hurry up and jack off before you look at it... wait, no, don't do that... I change my mind. That's not something I want people doing before they watch a video with me in it... especially NOT after or DURING either. Take 2... All right you iguana turds, I posted a new video. There, use take 2. Speaking of takes, I actually did like 3 or 4 takes before I got the one I wanted.

Another note of interest is that I may be working on cascading stylesheets to use for Boaster's Spot in the future. So that'll be something to look forward to, RIGHT? I dunno. Go beat a dead horse with a garden hose.

8:34 PM 5/18/2008 - Boaster
Two new Boaster's Spot videos. Check them out while I take a dump.

5:57 PM 4/17/2008 - Boaster
Tronald Dump wants you to know the third Boaster's Spot video has been posted.

12:13 AM 4/14/2008 - Boaster
Just a quick update, no audio necessary for this one since it's not a rant. The first two Boaster's Spot videos ever created are now available here at the website. Take the Videos links and you'll have a list of options. They re-direct you to YouTube.com, which is where I have the videos posted.

2:16 AM 4/9/2008 - Boaster - LISTEN TO THIS POST
There are a few things in life that really bother me: (1) Individuals who do not return my phone calls, and (2) Girls who are too immature to just say that they are not interested in me. I was interested in a girl, who will remain nameless, her name is Mandy by the way, but am no longer interested in now, would not only NOT return my phone call about a date we scheduled but she got her friend involved and turned things into a "double date." Apparently, between the two, it seemed as if they were calculating ways to derail the plan of a single date, that being Mandy and myself. Apparently, the girl Mandy is NOT interested in me, but did not want to say so. Why the FUCK would you ACCEPT a date proposal in the first place if you're not interested in the person? Don't fucking pussy foot around and say shit like "I'm busy" or try to come up some with ridiculous shit instead of just saying a plain "No, I'm not interested."

I really don't give a fuck if she's not interested in me, but it pisses me off that she cannot be mature enough to be straight forward and say that she isn't interested! Fuck, I don't want to spend my money on a date with a chick where it's not going to go anywhere. Fuck, I might as well give you my money and spare myself the trouble of the uncomfortable moments and false hopes of continued get-togethers.

You know what though? I'm going to leave her a message and say to her that in her future, she should be more mature and tell guys up front if she is not interested.

Well, we all made plans for a double date, but guess who's not going. Not me, mother fuckers. Fuck that shit. Fuck that shit with anthrax-laced dildo. FUCK!

Well, I'm done talking you shit eating maggots. Go fuck a goat and eat lasangia.

5:42 PM 3/27/2008 - Boaster - LISTEN TO THIS POST
Well, I just got home from work about 15 minutes ago. Nothing special about that, I just wanted to start the post saying that.

Anyway, the thing between me and this girl Alexia is finished. Basically gave me the "I can't be with anybody. I need to find myself" bullshit. I've received that line a half a dozen times now, I think. Or maybe a quarter dozen. Who cares. I'm not hung over her. I'm sure in time I'll find some girl in my life.

It's tough to find a straight edge gal, you know? Non-smoker, non-drinker, easy going (but not easy), not out of shape or shaped like a blob, good personality, easy on the eyes, has intelligence, not a drama queen. Alexia was my perfect girl, though shorter than what I had originally imagined. But, she's a quiter just like the rest.

I find it interesting though. I've been meeting some girls at these "singles" church meets and stuff. Basically people 18 to 30 who get together for games, fellowship etc. My new friend, Chris, he thinks some of those girls will be interested in me... but I don't think so. Two girls in particular, but I think they're both interested in him. I don't know though. Girls are like aliens, who never fart but stink when they take a shit. I guess cuz they hold it in so long it gets compacted and does some sort of nuclear fusion shit. I don't know.

Anyway, girls are the devil! They show you want you can't have and keep it out of reaching distance. Worst of all, if you ask them questions they don't answer them. It's like they can't hear you. Well, a BIG FUCK YOU to you bitches! I'm sticking out my middle finger at the screen right now, but you can't see it because you're a F'NGER! There, I just gave two middle fingers to you F'NGERS!

Aight all you red rocket riding faggots, I'm done talking. Two scoops of cow shit before you leave!

11:04 PM 3/22/2008 - Boaster
I woke up in the middle of the morning with a feeling of restlessness, like when I'm sick and having trouble sleeping. Then, like a swift kick, I felt sickness, followed by pains on the left side of my chest. I called the police department's number to get some paramedics out to my house. They hooked me up to a machine they checked my heart rate and printed out my heart beats.

Since I have high cholesterol, I wasn't taking any chances. I didn't want to risk having a heart attack, even though I'm 22.

My mother, whose studying to be a nurse, said it might be from the Omega-3 and Omega-6 combo pill I've been using. There may be a connection.

Anyway, yesterday I pulled a 16 hour shift where I work at. Since I work for a radio station and I know what I'm fuckin' doing, I rocked that shit!

If you ever go to a house party and you want to do something wild, take a shit in the bathtub. Hahahah! I'm a fucking genius sometimes, even though it's always about shit, or farts from eating spaghetti with meatballs. Man, I remember that post I made like five years ago. Holy shit this site has been around a long time.

CAT SHIT AND LICK MY BALLS, UGLY GOAT MOTHER FUCKER! With an exclaimation point made out of tiger turds.

5:07 PM 3/17/2008 - Boaster
Well, the tough times are over, for now. I heard from my girl. She's being blocked from her computer by her mom because her mom thinks she is addicted to pr0n. Like WTF lady, you need to get laid... big time!

Anyway, I've been doing shit... literally and figuratively. The literal part is where I go take a shit and the figurative is where I'm going out and doing stuff.

I'm going to go spend some money now, so I can screw the rules.

8:52 PM 3/12/2008 - Boaster
I've been going through tough times these past week. Because a girl I had feelings for and really liked stopped talking and hasn't spoken to me in nearly a week and a half.

This is the perfect time to take a dump... because I need to go take a shit, with my ass.

2:07 PM 3/10/2008 - Boaster
ErrorFM now has a new DJ, the Big Bad Boaster.

Go check them out and check the schedule on when you can listen to my show. Not like you really give a shit, but I'll take a dump in your mouth for shits and grins... most notable the grin on your face when I take a shit on it.

Oh yeah, I finally revised the website.

4:49 PM 3/3/2008 - Boaster
Boaster, in the near future, will be hosting a show on ErrorFM. Details will follow in the future.

2:41 AM 12/9/2007 - Boaster
Just wanted to make an update. My time at Florissant Valley is coming to a close. My reasons extend as much as a year back. To say the least, I am jaded with present "powers that be." Will I be on the air again elsewhere? Time will tell. I will be looking into doing some shoutcasting, possibly through winamp. This way I can stream VGM (video game music) to any who decide to listen to it.

As far as rebuilding the website, I'm taking my sweet ass time. Because no one gives a shit really, not even me.

Like I said, I just wanted to make an update.

12:03 AM 11/21/2007 - Boaster
Hello viewers. Boaster here. I have plans to remake my website. Why? First of all, because I can. Second of all, because I want to. Lastly, because I want to use this website to my audience informed on my daily events, thoughts and plans, except this time around in a friendly manner. Yes, some of us know I used to randomly bash individuals, races and rats (that means you Kevin). "Why" you ask? You don't get to ask why. The question of "why" is a waste of time. Just let it be. People, and more importantly, inviduals, do things with little or no reason at all. In the end, you can label me as whatever you want but that does not change who I am or what I believe in or for what I stand.

My plans: [1] New site layout. [2] Personal News. [3] Personal Rants.

I'm basically just seperating personal news and personal rants into two different categories so people don't get confused about who I am.

2:18 PM 10/5/2007 - Boaster
I took a dump and it felt good, then an hour later it was on fire.

5:27 PM 6/3/2007 - Boaster
It's my birthday. Raise your hand if you give a shit. Okay, put your hand back down, bitch.

9:24 PM 5/30/2007 - Boaster
Been working with Z107.7 this summer. So far so good.

Just kind of sulky at the moment and wondering why some guys choose bitches over friends.

My birthday is just 4 days away. Yay for me, I guess.

12:58 PM 2/26/2007 - Boaster
One of these days I'll be doing video recordings of my escapades and shit. Hell, I think I've already built up an audience of people I love to hate. Until that day, the Big Bad Boasting Bomber is going to be read-only. I'm planning on changing the little side graphic to something else, so if anyone has an idea on what to replace it with, drop me a line and then I'll tell you to shut the fuck up. Then I'll look at what it is. If it is worth my time, I'll maybe use it.

Until then, keep smacking your nuts with a ball and chain while your bitches choke on your cock.

1:13 PM 1/28/2007 - Boaster
I just came home from getting a haircut and man, it was great. After the haircut I got my hair shampooed with this "Tea Tree" peppermint/lavendar scented stuff. It was good. Not only that, my scalp was massaged as the shampoo was being applied. And man, it was like my head had an orgasm, it was that good. Came close to having an accident on the way home. But ofcourse, the Big Bad Boaster is too good to do that.

My hair still feels good and man, I want to sex up that girl who cut my hair! WHERE U AT U SOM BITCH! She's still back there!

5:47 PM 12/7/2006 - Boaster
What the fuck is going on all you flat nosed MOTHA FUCKAS! Any of you see that shit where Michael Richards went insane? It was some good shit! Though I think he ran out of things to say too fast. That and he didn't build up to much. If he wanted to justify himself he could've say something like, "You don't like being called a nigger? Well I don't like be heckled or interrupted during my performance by a BUNCH OF NIGGERZ! So I guess now we both have something to be mad about." And then he should've moved on. But he went a little too extreme. If you want to see/hear what I'm talking about, do a search for "Michael Richards" and try to find a video or atleast a piece of audio. Or you can hear a remix.

That's it for now you green pig chuck fuckers!

1:51 AM 11/26/2006 - Boaster
I discovered where I went! The old me, I spoke of only six days ago. The old me died because of time. I had gone so long without love for another. An intimate love. One I could only share with a woman. I'll become my old self again when I begin to love another. Though the residing feeling exists saying that "love is doomed before it begins." This lays deep in the back of my mind, whispering that this is the ultimate destiny to come. So the next woman I love I will have to love very much to overcome this dormant feeling. Or perhaps her love for me, in combination with my love for her, a mutual love, will defeat this feeling.

In due time, God willing.

9:38 AM 11/22/2006 - Boaster
Today I am going to relaunch the Action Pack section of my website. I am going to chronicle my story as I continue to write it. The stories and ideas of the Action Pack are true to my ideas as when I was a kid in the second grade and even to today (with modification, moderation, and intrigue).

Aside from my works with Lords of Magic: Special Edition and my LOMSE website, I will be progressing on my works.

This is something I have been wanting to do since I was very young. I think that with allowing others to view and observe the story that maybe someone could discover my story and offer to publish it, do a movie, do a game, a TV series, whatever. I think it will also help me carry out my plans to actually complete the story and get it done.

8:04 PM 11/20/2006 - Boaster
Where did I go? How did I lose myself? I use to be creative and inventive. Why did I change? I want my old self back! I can feel it, just a trace. I look forward to becoming one with myself once again.

Why are my better years already behind me? Being creative and inventive was effortless for me when I was younger at about 16. Could this be linked to something?

A few years ago, I got into a fight defending a friend which resulted in an injury to my head. I suffered head trauma and a concussion. Today I ask myself, was it really worth it? Or should I really be asking myself and saying, "Why did I take my eye of him?" All it took was a second for this person to cheap-shot me. He couldn't hit me when I was looking, because I blocked his attempts to punch my face. That too was effortless. His right arm could not get past my left arm. What happened to me!

I've tried finding my old self a few times. Is this the result of age? Am I that distant from my old self that I cannot obtain what I once was? Why do I only have just a few fragments of who I was?

Why did things have to change?

I think I will reunite with my former self. When I read some of my old documents, or rummage through any of my past material, I can feel him. My old self is present. My present self asks, "Where did you go." But no answer is given.

Why did he have to change? My friend. Him and I used to have fun! His way turned to women, lies, deception and destruction. His value for me plummited and he took me for granted. We had many good times and when him and I were together, I was creative.

I guess we change because of time. With time comes new challenges and to meet these challenges we have to adapt and change ourselves. I still want the old me back. There are a lot of things I would like back.

I've recently thought about the things I take for granted. For instance, I have a fully formed body with no major deformations. I have a family, which for the most part, cares about me. I have food, clothing and shelter. I'm being put through college. I've had only two jobs in my life, outside of my house, one I failed at miserably and one I discarded under pressure. The second job, I still think I could do, but I really am weaker than I think I am. Sure I could hurt someone in a violent manner, but I'm not incredibly storng when it comes to repeatitive work.

Why do I find myself alone and misunderstood? Well, I suppose that is the path of genius (to some extent). While others get caught up in the world with the superficial and the materialistic possessions, I stand aside and consider.

I still need to start working on my book and get the ideas polished and get all the rough information out of the way. I recently read a piece of my work, which I did for a creative writing class and it was very good, although some parts reminded me a cheap imitation of other works. I have the rough ideas in my head. I need to put them in writing and clean them up and make the best of them.

I need to be myself again. I need to regain my aura, my senses and my passion. What I have to do is set aside what is and regain what was and maintain it. I cannot take such things for granted. I have to regain my former-creative-self.

Open chest? (Yes) (No)?
Monster-in-a-box!

5:00 PM 10/13/2006 - Boaster
It's Friday the 13th! I vaguely recall another Friday the 13th in the month of October in the past few years. It's happened again already. WTF?

Anyways, do you know the saying "Can a cow hump a horses ass?" Well, if you do I have a story for you. My uncle once told me that he had to put a calf down because it was born without an asshole. So the answer to the question, "Can a cow hump a horses ass?" would be "Yes, if the cow has an asshole."

8:23 PM 10/10/2006 - Boaster
Boaster's Spot URL has changed. It's now Boaster.xorgate.com.

I took a dump yesterday and my shit looked like it was pressed in a waffle iron.

Not much going on, just school and a lot of radio. I do four times more than any other som-bitch at the radio station.

So I worked over the summer and now I'm back in school for the fall. Been doing little stuff here and there.

Not much other than that.

12:18 AM 7/5/2006 - Boaster
All right you slack jawwed faggots. New content, About Me. Take a shit! Hurry! It's running down your leg!

3:46 PM 6/7/2006 - Boaster
What's up all you half pelican, half peanut slash horse faced mother fuckers. I started my job training today, working at a restraunt. It's nothing but good times. Everyone treats me right and it makes me want to work hard for them. I'm in training so I make minimum wage and get free lunches. Next week I'll be head high in tips, no doubt. I'm not concerned so much with the money, I'm just wanting to work and be active.

All of you buck tooth smelly fucks need to take a bath, followed by a wire brush scrubbing of your teeth. Cuz you smell like you're ugly, ergo you are ugly. I don't have time for rats and if I see one, I'm gonna punch it in its little rat mouth and then break its back like so, over my knee!

Some of you can bleed, the rest of you can read! I'll make you do both!

1:08 PM 6/1/2006 - Boaster
Lately myself and the B-Man have been hanging out. I've applied to like a dozen places and only had an interview with two of them. I'll be working as a server starting this coming Monday. While I'm training I earn minimum wage, but when I'm working I'll be making half of that (without tips factored in). I also have to claim my tips. I'm not worried so much about the money, I just want to work and be busy.

Anyways, so when me and the B-Man hang out we talked to a few chicks but immediately they play the "Boyfriend Card," much the way black people play their "Race Card." Come to think of it, I don't have any Cards, except for the Cards game I'll be going to on my birthday, just two days away. Pujols will have to hit 3 homeruns or I'll have to get pissed. It's a Cards vs Cubs game, so I expect the Cards to win the series and the game.

You can put diarhea in a jar and add a bunch of sugar to it, but that doesn't make it hersey's syrup!

Later F'in-gers!

10:39 AM 5/28/2006 - Boaster
You know what burns my ass? When I want to go get some oatmeal and all of the strawberry flavored packets are gone! That really pisses me off!

1:18 AM 5/26/2006 - Boaster
All right you flopping festing pieces of sunken toilet shit! I'm the fucking Big Bad Boaster. No bitch can hold me down and no piece of shit is my friend.

Robert, you fucking piece of shit. You ditch me for some duck faced bitch. You lie constantly and steal. You were only a friend when no one else was around. The times were good, but you were not. I don't need you.

Jessica B., you've lured me in with your words and your temptations. It's a good thing you've stopped everything because you've done nothing but make me realize how pathetic I am. You're right about a few things, but I am a man and I can change! No one fucks with me! I am what I am, and I will land ahead in due time!

And the rest of you half elephant, half pig, half border dashing hashbrown mother fuckers, fuck off. I'll punch you square in the face.

11:08 PM 4/27/2006 - Boaster
I want to take a shit standing up. Ofcourse, the toilet would be under me.

By the way, all the 2005 periodicals have been archived.

10:56 PM 4/19/2006 - Boaster
I smell octopus shit.

7:16 PM 3/25/2006 - Boaster
I've been in pain lately, so I haven't been able to control the rat population. I came down with a fever last Monday and it got up to 102.8 Monday Night. Tuesday it went down to 100.1 and then Wednesday I broke that fever's back like so, over my knee! Actually, the fever broke my back, cuz thats why I'm in pain right now!

I don't want to post right now. Later pig fucking slop suckers.

8:13 PM 3/15/2006 - Boaster
Okay, I said I was going to post something later, so I'm posting it now.

I'm on Spring Break. I'm not doing shit, because I don't have to do shit. Speaking of shit, its been kind of yellowish lately.

1:19 AM 3/13/2006 - Boaster
Tornadoes are ripping the shit out of the midwest, rats are running wild, and Boaster can't exterminate them fast enough. It's been awhile since my last post, but I am tired at the moment. I'll post something later.

7:30 PM 1/18/2006 - Boaster
All right, well I'm up at school right now. I feel so damn worn out. For one I've been working out a hella lot lately. I've found a great way to build muscle, and its called exercise and lift some fucking weights! I have this real hippy teacher for my Human Relations class. She's trying to get us all touchy feely with each other, to make us comfortable or some shit. At one point in the class she said she needed to look at the clock because she has a bad feel for time. So I said, thats why I have a watch.

Then I've got this Intro to Logic class where this lady cannot pronounce the word "Tan" because her first language is ESpanish! So whenever she says "tan" it sounds like "ten."

Anyways, I can't throw the football for awhile now because I fucked my arm or my should up too much. The doctor said it sounds like I have a torn ACL but he wouldn't let me get X-Rays for it. So its like, WTF am I doing here then? Now only that, I'm getting pain from my thumb, and no its not from sticking it up Katie's fat ass. I've delt with enough dogs for one day. Fuck, I don't even want to think about that depressing shit-faced poodle bitch. On the up side I've been a mack daddy talking to a few nice chicks. I don't have any expectations because I don't expect anything from girls, heheh.

All right you pig shit eating, eastern-Phillipino-half cuban-half you-don't-know-what-the-fuck-you-are, I'm done posting. So I'm not going to type any more, because I fucking said so. I'm the Big Bad Boaster.

4:43 AM 1/4/2006 - Boaster
Aight, so a couple of nights ago I took Rob over to the college I go to because there was a GCW wrestling event going on there. Someone I know from the radio station up at the college is one of the wrestlers and I just happened to have a class with two of his brothers (they are twins, they look the same, WOW!). UH HUH! Anyways, Rob and myself were yelling stuff all night long at some of the heel wrestlers (which means the "bad guy" wrestlers, you stupid fuck). In the first match there was this guy wearing wrestling pants with the England flag on there. I got under his skin I'm sure. I yelled out to him, "Hey give that horse's teeth back!" He sort of looked like Kevin, the gianormous prehistoric rat, but with horse teeth.

Then later on in the night there was a tag team match, with this skinny guy in blue tights. I yelled stuff like, "Your lightsabre isn't going to help you now, Luke Skywalker." I also yelled, "Hey aren't you that kid from 'That 70s Show?' " Big Rob said, "Who? Donna?" We teased this wrestler about all sorts of stuff like, "Hey get that lady a shirt!" Got to the point where instead of saying, "Shut up!" like all the other wrestlers he said, "I hate you so much."

Then there was this one escort girl for the champion. She looked like Mortisha Adams and I said "Cob webs in your vagina!"

Basically it was a night to remember, because we had so much fun. I was yelling so much my neck and head hurt. I almost passed out once from yelling or laughing.

Anyways, thats all you retarded white trash, shit eating, eastern philopian ball sack trimmer!

4:43 AM 1/4/2006 - Boaster
I helped Rob move into his new apartment with his girlfriend who won't lift shit. The only thing she lifted was her ass and her clothes. She may be a girl, but she's also a plattypuss. It was fun, I got a work out at least. Running and Walking up and down steps, carrying things up and down the steps.

Rob said I should make a BS post about something, but I always forget what it is by the time I get back home and try to remember. That is probably because I just live life in the moment in time where I don't have to remember anything.

All right Katie, if you're listening, I can't have another dog. It doesn't meet city ordinances. Kevin, keep driving a Rat mobile and talking about being with hot girls who just want your money and not your Ethiopian ballsack. Eat shit, because you stink like you've been eating it, so no one would no a difference if you ate shit or didn't because you stink like you've eaten shit regardless!

That is all, my fecal fucking friends.

11:24 PM 1/1/2006 - Boaster
Happy New Years and all that shit.

Chocolate Donuts ate my poop, filling the holes in their lives.