Mar 20, 2008 at 10:50 am by Evil Beet

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A GOODBYE LETTER TO MY DRUGS OF CHOICE

At this point,
All you fucking things are good for is dying. I’m not
ready to die. I’m ready to live. I’m ready to breathe
(properly, even). I’m ready to fall in love. I’m ready
to become ready to start a family. I’m ready to be
happy, fulfilled and meaningful. Maybe I’ll see you
fukkers if and/or when I’m ready to die.

Steve-O

From his most recent MySpace blog.

6 Responses to “Quotables”

  1. Melissa says:

    You know, I can’t hate this guy. As much as I’d love to, he reminds me too much of my stupid friends. Not that they’d do half the dumb shit that he’s done, but they’re totally reckless and funny as fuck… sans coke though.

  2. cuddlesmcgee says:

    Oh yeah yeah.. sure sure., until he really figures out who he is and how repulsive that can be.

  3. Cooter says:

    Dear Steve-o

    Please do not have children….Ever.

    Yours truly,
    The world.

  4. Ashley says:

    Awwwwww, I feel bad for him. He actually DOES have a heart! ;) Here’s to hoping he & ‘Party Boy’ find true love together! :)

  5. Pinkey says:

    He’s working on liver failure and self-mutilation. Yeah, that’s original.

  6. Julie-o says:

    Fuck you cooter, i’m gonna give birth to steve-o kids.

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