Duke's blog

Ya know, when you're playin a video game, and, like, you've just killed a bunch of demons, or eyeball monsters, and you find that rocket launcher and a bunch of health kits, what does that mean?

No, it does not mean you're gonna be wading through on fuckin easy street splattering bad guys all the way to the princess or reactor or whateverthefuck it is at the end. It means you're gonna be up against some goddamn Antichrist boss monster in the next fuckin room.

My life is turning into a video game. One of those shitty ones from Japan where nothing anybody says makes sense and there's no game-guide, but boy, does it have good graphics! Click for More

Foreboding. Yeah, that's the fucking word.

I knew goin to Oklahoma was gonna be a bad idea in the long run. A big goddamn distraction. Sure, that bitch Sylva needed what she got, but you gotta take care of yourself first. Just like when the goddamn masks pop outta the ceiling on airplanes... put yours on FIRST, then go help that grandma in the next seat with hers.

So we just put a mask on fuckin OKC, and now we're back home suckin fumes, 'cause Positive's takin the initiative... Click for More

I guess we couldn't have expected it all to go better than it did... Click for More

I gotta say, as fucked up as all this shit is, giving that Dale fucker exactly what he deserved was right what the goddamn doctor ordered. Yeah, maybe I felt bad for a minute giving the bastard over to the po-lice, but ya know, they were there, and there was no way in hell I was gonna let him go out that window. At least not without a couple broken legs. Read More...

I don't like ghost stories. Stupid fake ass shit that people have been buying into longer than the fucking lottery. Mirrors, fake smoke, recorded spooky sounds, all that shit your local fuckin JayCees pull off every year at the goddamn charity Haunted House. An you don't believe that shit is real, doya?

They're cons, and I fuckin hate cons and I fuckin hate people who get conned....

So, WTF? Some bastard yanks me out of my house, hooks me all up to IVs and shit with a bunch of other people and now tells me that I'm 'positive' and I need to wear some fucking handcuffs so he'll tell me what the fuck he's doing?

Simple fucking math. Anyone who needs to kidnap and handcuff you to get you to do what they want means you fucking don't want to do it...