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That's JEZZ, not jizz
(if his balls were bouncing around in a box) Well I have taken it upon myself to write a post this very establishment, We Hate Everyone. I sat down and pondered for many hours just what I could write about and came up with nothing. So I continued to search deep into my soul. I began to probe my most inner feeling. Finally I decided that I must bring forth, to the public, my most embarassing and quite overpowering addiction. That's right, my addiction to JezzBall. 
JezzBall can be found on the wonderful program The Best MicroSoft Entertainment Pack along with many other fun and addictive games. For those of you that don't know JezzBall is a game where a certain number of balls are bouncing around in a box. Your job is to block of 75% of the box. Each time a ball hits you in the process of blocking off a section of the box, you lose a life. In the first round you start off with two balls and the number increases by one every level after that. You also have the same amount of lives as there are balls. The more of the box you block in the more points you get. My high score is about 12,000 and I've gotten to around the 9th or 10th level. Supposedly there are 49 levels. The last one has 50 balls. For all your JezzBall needs check out this site. Now despite how harmless this game may look, it is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Many times I stay up all night playing this game. My parents wake me up in the morning with imprints on my forehead from where I fell asleep on the keyboard. I am currently enrolled in a twelve step program and with the support of family and friends I hope to prevail over this debiltating addiction. I only tell you about my problem so that others will not end up like I have. Now what if J35U5 had a webcam?
The Pink Slip
One of my good friends at work got fired today. No one really knows why, or what happened but of course there is a lot of gossip and lots of rumours going around about it. When someone gets fired, there is always a very foreboding feeling of doom that permeates throughout the workplace. People were walking around and almost sizing each other up today, wondering who will be the next one on the chopping block. The only thing that doesn't surprise me is that they just fired one of the hardest-working guys in the place. Fucking morons. This guy was always in the office. By that, I mean that he stayed late, was working on a lot of projects and generally did a hell of a lot of work. It reminds me of when I worked as a newspaper reporter for a daily paper outside of Toronto. It was one of those jobs where I always went in early, stayed late and even went in on Sundays (non-paid time) to write extra stories for a special publication I put together every week. I worked my ass off at that place and what did I get for all my time and effort? A nice, big fat pink slip. Recently, I've adopted a more casual and flippant attitude towards work. I always used to hate those people who I always thought of as coasters - they just floated along, left every day at 5 p.m. on the nose and did no extra work whatsoever. I noticed that those people were always treated like gold. So I've decided, if I can't beat 'em, why not join 'em? Sure, I get my work done, but I no longer do extra work or go in on weekends. I put in my 8 hours a day and go home. And it’s working! My boss is treating me much better now than when I was working really hard. Why work your ass off when your employer is just going to wait until you turn around and give you the boot? My god, I've joined the ranks of the coasters and it feels great!
Witchy Woman
I have been using spells to affect outcomes in my life for the past 6 years. Although they haven't all been evil spells, many of them have. The scary thing is, when I completely set my mind to it and concentrate on casting (I only actually do them once or twice a year when some major event is happening) they almost always work. They give me an amazing sense of self confidence - why the hell don't I do them more often?! Some spells have helped me land jobs, others have gotten me men (well, that and my sparkling personality) and others have helped me get rid of men, not literally, of course! Here are a couple of my favourites, both from the book Hocus Pocus, Titiania’s Book Of Spells: THE LAVENDER CANDLE To make him burn with desire! A Sensual Massage To Turn Your Partner On A Spell To Disenchant An Unwanted Lover The waning moon is the time to work spells which rid you of things you no longer need or do not want around you. The Rosemary Blessing To ensure success in a venture, or to bless a house or journey. YOU WILL NEED
Substitute
In an effort to satisfy my cock craving, I bought some beef jerky last night. What a lousy substitute that turned out to be. Sure it's salty and meaty, but I want to feel strong hands grabbing the back of my head and pulling my hair. Beef jerky doesn't reach down to fondle your tits and twist your nipples. It doesn't give you a kiss afterward for a job well done. At least beef jerky doesn't ask to borrow money. I have to learn how to be more positive about these things.  
The best beef jerky ever. I Wanna Be Your Dog Speaking of meat, I've been wondering where our resident scary guy Lithsausage went off to, and found him posting at Everything I Hate. He's done an excellent job on his piece about dogs; I only wish I'd thought of nabbing him first. We love you, Lith!  What do you think of our new banner? It was made for us by Blarx. Have you read his latest comic yet?
Down On Me
Do you ever have strange food cravings? Lately I've been craving the taste of cock. I'm not talking semen, but that salt-rimmed margarita glass taste that's just oh-so-good. I also love the taste of a man's mouth after he's been going down on me. It's more sweet than salty, and sometimes just a little musky. Why the hell am I torturing myself with these thoughts?! Punk Rock Girl  When I started adding girlcams to the site, my favourite of the females was Mal Lee. She is a true provocateur, who always has an interesting pose for the cam. This week Mal has been posting on our message board and I've learned she's not just smart and sexy, but dorky-cool to boot. We are all falling in love with Mal. Never forget that Camgirls are Pee-pull!
New 'Toonage  We've got a brand new comic coming out of blarxland, so check out What The Fuck Do I Care? Blarx has two 'toons under his belt, and he's already selling t-shirts. They're really cute!
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Bowling and Boys
 Whe and I rented Buffalo 66 the other night. Excellent movie. The thing that really got to me about it though was the scene in the bowling alley.
When I was a teenager, my parents forced me to join a bowling league with them and a bunch of senior citizens. It was every Friday night in the fall and winter. When I was 13, I actually enjoyed it and was really a pretty good bowler. When I was 14, I got to the point where I didn’t mind it, except when a classmate had a party on a Friday night and I wasn’t allowed to go because - I had to go bowling. As I got older, I started to resent bowling and my parents for making me go every week. I missed many Friday night school dances and parties, but when I think about it now, there were some very enjoyable fringe benefits, like - I had my own pair of bowling shoes! Another, much better fringe benefit was that every year, some cute young guy would join the league. Like when I was 15, a very nice looking guy named Aidan became a member. I would stare at Aidan every Friday night, and flaunt myself in little tight t-shirts whenever he was around but I never had the guts to talk to him until the end of the year at the annual bowling banquet. Some old lady introduced him to me and he asked me to dance. He told me he’d noticed me before but hadn’t really had the guts to talk to me either. I remember dancing with him to the song Three Times A Lady. I had never danced so close with a boy before: I could smell his cologne, a bit of beer on his breath, I could feel his sideburns against my face and his hard cock pressed up against me. This went on for a couple of songs. It wasn’t until I mentioned something about how I was glad the school year was ending that the situation changed considerably. “How old are you?” he asked, pulling away. “I’m 16,” I lied. “Uh, well, I’m 22,” Aidan said, letting go of me and backing up considerably. He looked very freaked out. The rest of the night he held me a lot less close but gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Still, I felt like such a kid… Then there was the time when I was 16 that I was grounded for three months, for smoking one joint at a concert six months earlier. I still got to go to bowling though, of course. And my parents were especially excited to introduce me to a new young man who had just joined the league. They even allowed me to go out with him while I was still grounded. Imagine my surprise when, on our first date, he pulls out the hugest joint I'd ever seen and we proceed to smoke it. I was so stoned that I almost slept with him that night. Funny that my parents trusted him, because, why, he was the nice young man from the bowling league. They couldn’t understand it when, being a fickle teen, I got tired of him after two weeks and broke it off. Lucky for them, lucky for me… I have many other bowling-related stories about men, including the time one of my boyfriends joined the league, got to talking with my mother, and discovered that, oh joy, he was my third cousin! Oh, and on the actual subject of bowling, I once won the women’s high average trophy. All in all though, I suppose, watching the movie Buffalo 66 the other night brought back a lot of good memories for me. I don’t go bowling very often now, but I do love it when a new boyfriend suggests an evening of bowling – I almost always kick his ass!
Buck-Toothed Boner Boy
 I am a buck-toothed boner boy Reaching for a nightmare factory With my skeletal nonchalance I abuse the lightning highway That stretches across My giant strawberry dreamworld Kaleidoscopic rings of Death Adorn my feverish head My vision like a skanky cross-eyed ho I wear fantasy blue jeans backwards Reaching with tattooed humanity Into the empty pockets of my imaginary ass My bulbous toothitude Overhangs the broken neck of my despair While a swirl of I-don't-know-what Flutters behind my reality ~ by CrotchCannibal ~ We've got a special treat for you today from one of our readers. Blarx has tried his hand at his first comic, What The Fuck Do I Care? Check it out or feel my wrath. With any luck, we'll be getting more from him in the future. You can chat with Blarx on our message board, where he's been a regular contributor. I've added three more pages to the boycam portal and seven more to the girl portal. (Why are there always more girls than boys? Life is unfair, that's why!) At least we can have some piece of mind in knowing that burn is leaving it up to his fans whether we should be de/nied of his naked body. Cast your vote on Should Burn bust out with some hot wang action?. So far, results of the vote are looking good for horny women everywhere. (Yes I know there's a stile button here for you to click on -- what can I say? I'm a bitch. Vote for us as incentive for more nekkid portal people.) This has been guest-week at the Godfader's site, and we've been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to contribute. Our post comes out Saturday because we're procrastinating bitches, but go read what everyone else has written as well. We're proud to be in good company.
You're So Precious
 I wanted to see Blow..... Becky and I went out to the movies tonight. My review of Bridget Jones's Diary: Best chick flick ever! 
Tattooed Love Boys: I've added seven new cams to our boycam portal this week, including Bob "Barely Legal" Barker, Dtritus (who's between websites at the moment) and Hunka-hunka-burning-love Burngod (god hates him, but loves all of you). We've also added a few women, like Meenk. If anyone is interested in joining our portal, just drop us a line either through email or the message board. We could always use new meat.
Why Are Women Insane?
One of our regular message board posters, burngod, posed this question to us last night, which prompted me to write the following: One of my best friends (let’s call her Tracey) lived through a complete nightmare for six years. A typical day in her life went something like this: get up for work, get her boyfriend and their daughter's lunches ready, go to work, get home, start dinner, listen to her boyfriend yell at her, maybe because she didn’t make want he wanted to eat, and then brace herself for the punches that inevitably landed on her chest, abdomen and stomach. She eventually kicked him out but that didn’t stop him from haunting her. Less than two years ago, Tracey was having a party in her backyard when her ex showed up, uninvited, grabbed her by the throat and told her he was going to “fucking kill” her. Their 8-year-old daughter witnessed the entire incident. She called the police, had him charged with threatening her life, he was convicted, given no jail term (big surprise) but was issued a restraining order and is not allowed to come within a certain distance of her. Tracey was finally getting her life back on track for herself and her daughter. Now what on earth would ever possess her to willingly get back together with this guy? I was in total shock when she called me a couple of months ago and told me she was seeing him again. What was I supposed to do? Support her decision and be happy for her? What I feel for her situation now is nothing but terror. I know many women who have been physically abused by boyfriends in the past (myself included) and when you finally remove yourself from that situation, there is such a sense of peace and contentment you can’t believe that abused woman was actually you. So I have been wracking my brain, trying to somehow justify why she would do this. And I can't come up with an answer. I have not seen Tracey for months, not since she got back together with her abusive ex. I have called her a number of times but she doesn’t call me back. I sent her an email yesterday, saying that basically if she doesn’t respond then I’ll know she doesn’t want me in her life. I haven’t heard back from her yet and I doubt that I will. And now, every time the TV news comes on and I hear of yet another woman being murdered by her partner, I brace myself, because I am terrified of learning that the victim is Tracey.
Mmmmmm Fruity!
A friend just sent me this pic through the mail. Your mission is to find the apricot. Have fun hunting. Click on the picture for a larger view.  Anyone who visited our boycam yesterday was bitterly disappointed that Eigh had his cam turned off! He claims he was nekkid. I'm thinking he's missing the point of the whole cam venture.
Housekeeping
I've uploaded some new pictures in the Celebrity Skin section, and we are now graced with our very own cam boy, Eigh from Fish-Zine (not to be confused with Fishzine -- I already made that mistake once). Eigh has been sweet enough to provide us with nightly shows, and has even been known to flash a little nip now and again. When he's online, you can chat with him here. He's even been accommodating enough to take requests.  Any regular readers know I don't often beg for votes, but please please please vote for us in Stile? If we get enough votes to actually make in on his list, I'll upload some Mardi Gras pics and something special in the way of man meat.
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