tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43244549665551189202024-02-07T00:10:22.104-08:00pearls of peterthatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.comBlogger504125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-67209619765785091372014-02-09T20:57:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:57:35.039-08:00Peter on Bioshock Infinite<font class="Apple-style-span" size="5" color="#929292">"I cavity-searched the game. At least I felt like I did!"</font> <div> <div apple-content-edited="true"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-size: medium; "> <div><br> </div> </span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"> </div> <br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-12622907799292185992014-02-09T20:56:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:56:12.747-08:00Peter on Bioshock Infinite<div apple-content-edited="true"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "> <div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="5">"I cavity-searched the game. At least I felt like I did."</font></div> </span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"> </div> <br> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-20216624272414464522014-02-09T20:44:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:44:59.283-08:00Peter on the New Tomb Raider<font class="Apple-style-span" size="5">"All that game - all that Tomb Raider - fucking needed was some fuckin' T-Rex's and some dick! And some 'I AM TUROK!' and some little triangles... little gold triangles. That's all it needed."</font> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-23298830426998809162014-02-09T20:24:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:24:06.071-08:00Peter on Making Money on the Internet<font class="Apple-style-span" size="5">"I'd do anything for a dime! I'd play with my dick for a dime! For 25 followers!"</font> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-22138487139953679022014-02-09T20:12:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:12:20.404-08:00Peter on the Internet<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" class="userContent"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="5">"I'm not stupid enough to assume I'm always gonna have an internet connection."</font></span> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-53708802264333370752014-02-09T20:11:00.001-08:002014-02-09T20:11:02.237-08:00Peter on Nintendo<div apple-content-edited="true"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="5">No, Reggie! No! My body is not ready, Reggie!</font> </div> <br> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-16248898819725263002013-10-10T17:15:00.001-07:002013-10-10T17:15:54.366-07:00Peter on The Love of God<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"God loves the tranny more than He loves you for being a fucking asshole!"</font><br clear="all"><br></div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-60594861544077249282013-10-10T17:12:00.001-07:002013-10-10T17:12:29.653-07:00Peter on Charities<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"Where's the Angry Fucking Cripple charity?!?!?"</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-56070583351823673502013-09-17T20:57:00.001-07:002013-09-17T20:57:34.115-07:00Peter on The Shaft<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">I'm getting shafted every second of every day!"</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-38639528948560952462013-09-17T20:56:00.001-07:002013-09-17T20:56:48.962-07:00Peter on Stressful Lifestyles<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">You need to tone the fuck down. Everything else needs to be put on hold...either that or you die."</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-35594912994128408332013-09-09T16:36:00.001-07:002013-09-09T16:36:12.548-07:00Peter on Matt's Commentary<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span></span><span><span><span>I see the lips flappin' but you don't have any clue what you're saying."</span></span></span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-88917716189522474482013-09-03T18:11:00.001-07:002013-09-03T18:11:23.642-07:00Peter on Gram and Inflation<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"She wanted me to paint the kitchen for $5 like it was 1935 or something. I said, 'Gram, I'll do it for $50, I'll even cut ya a break; I'll do the whole kitchen for 35 bucks.' She thought that was outlandish. She said, 'EETER YA GONNA PAINT MA KITCHEN? I'LL GIVE YE FIVE DOLLARZ' and I said, 'Gram, Jesus. It's called inflation. It's called inflation, woman. INFLATION. Five dollars ain't going nowhere!'"</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-92162873686721459172013-09-03T18:05:00.001-07:002013-09-03T18:05:09.653-07:00Peter on Johnny Carson Again<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"Johnny Carson was the equivalent of Jaws; you wanted to see Johnny!"</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-2306505760285496082013-09-03T18:03:00.001-07:002013-09-03T18:03:54.978-07:00Peter on Johnny Carson<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">Johnny Carson was a fucking miracle!"</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-82231111530586431772013-08-28T17:55:00.001-07:002013-08-28T17:55:57.967-07:00Peter on I Have A Dream at 50<div dir="ltr"><font size="4"><span class="">The dream, is just that...a dream, it can never be achieved without serious kick in the collective slacks! <br><br>When a 400 pound crippled man with a cane gets scoffed at while walking down the chip aisle of the local store or...<br><br>When a single mother gets treated like a destroyer of the American Dream because she doesn't have a father in her children's' lives (Like his participation wasn't desired?!)<br><br>Like a case of the shits; some things are just out of our control. <br><br>The dream will never be realized when someone working two jobs and who still needs food stamps to make ends meet are treated like second class citizens. <br><br>'If you don't work, you don't eat' - well, maybe someone should tell that to Congress! A person's content of character is easy to scold when you are looking down from your ivory towers wondering why they feel jilted. It's easy to engage in real 'class warfare' as you sit behind your cameras and microphones calling them 'lazy,' and 'victims' while collecting a very nice paycheck. Showing empathy for your fellow man is not Un-American in fact, it is the most American, most godly thing one can do. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God; Love they neighbor as you would love yourself. Don't do it for your political party, do it because it's right. Do it for Christ, follow His example and simply: Do. What. Is. Right!</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-21956884618589919082013-08-27T06:49:00.001-07:002013-08-27T06:49:08.448-07:00Peter on Effective Parenting<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span></span><span><span><span>I was frying eggs while standing on a chair at age 2. I knew my parents were worthless and that I'd have to fend for myself even at that tender age."</span></span></span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-18259777033493581572013-08-26T16:58:00.001-07:002013-08-26T16:58:28.164-07:00Peter on This Day in History<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">So wait, on this day in history, Woman got the right to vote and it's also National Dog Day? Well, ain't that a bitch!"</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-41198936112077774472013-08-25T06:28:00.001-07:002013-08-25T06:28:32.548-07:00Peter on Alternate Universe Dreams<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class=""><span class="">I just had a dream from an alternate universe! In the dream the mail had just arrived and I open a package to see that I had bought some DVD's. After looking them over I say to someone in the dream, "I already have all these, why did I buy them?" Just then, I looked down at the format: HD-DVD! Those who don't know, back in early 2000's there was a format war between the Sony backed Blu-ray (which own, obviously) and the Microsoft backed HD-DVD. I then see the MS logo, I sarcastically said 'eff this reality!' and I woke up! The movies were all from John Carpenter; one was <i>Ghosts of Mars</i> and the covers were generic lame-ass red-ish color. It was a very sad universe!"</span></span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-15676769811306524962013-08-23T16:03:00.001-07:002013-08-23T16:03:11.689-07:00Peter on Touchscreen Technology<div dir="ltr"><h5 class=""><font size="4"><span style="font-weight:normal"><span class=""><span class="">"Can anyone remember back in the Stone Age when we had buttons and when we pushed them, they worked?! Now it's all that damn touchscreen crap *TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP* and nothin'!"</span></span></span></font></h5> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-91601183251581030362013-08-21T08:45:00.001-07:002013-08-21T08:45:22.173-07:00Peter on Good Band Names<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">I think 'Take Me Out To The John' would be a great name for a band."</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-72264570088904061462013-08-21T08:44:00.001-07:002013-08-21T08:44:42.033-07:00Peter on Professional Help<div dir="ltr"><font size="4"><span class="">"I really should seek professional help...actually, I did, and the woman said, 'We can't help you here with what you need!' I wish this were a joke, but it actually happened back in '06."</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-69328093581136236642013-08-20T21:20:00.001-07:002013-08-20T21:20:37.462-07:00Peter on Dead Coma Life<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"<span class="">Have you ever had one of those days you just wish you were dead? And by 'days,' I means 'lives,' and by 'dead,' I really mean 'coma?' That's my life every waking moment."</span></font> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-37671702520499065792013-08-19T22:03:00.001-07:002013-08-19T22:03:42.528-07:00Peter on Fatal Attraction<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"I attract weird women, en mass. These women are like, way outside my class. Let's be honest. I'm barely a 2.5 to 3. Some of these women are like 6, 7, some closer to 8. But these women fall for me and I don't get it! I'm a firm believer - there ain't nothing here you need, ain't nothing here you want! But these women, they fall - WHOOOOO - they fall! Fatal attraction! OK! That one bitch was stalking me! She. Was. Stalking. <b><i>Me</i></b>."</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-91056481022730542282013-08-19T21:58:00.001-07:002013-08-19T21:58:33.161-07:00Peter on Attraction<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"You don't send me a woman with a fucking mullet!"</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324454966555118920.post-41956116352030119902013-08-19T21:52:00.001-07:002013-08-19T21:52:45.157-07:00Peter on Sexual Abstinence<div dir="ltr"><font size="4">"Bitch, I wouldn't touch you with SOMEBODY ELSE'S dick!!"</font><br> </div> thatbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788991503716764791noreply@blogger.com0