Quotables
March 20th, 2008 by Evil Beet
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.
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March 20th, 2008 at 10:58 am
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.
March 20th, 2008 at 11:00 am
Oh yeah yeah.. sure sure., until he really figures out who he is and how repulsive that can be.
March 20th, 2008 at 11:30 am
Dear Steve-o
Please do not have children….Ever.
Yours truly,
The world.
March 20th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
Awwwwww, I feel bad for him. He actually DOES have a heart!
Here’s to hoping he & ‘Party Boy’ find true love together! 
March 21st, 2008 at 8:25 am
He’s working on liver failure and self-mutilation. Yeah, that’s original.
April 7th, 2008 at 4:14 am
Fuck you cooter, i’m gonna give birth to steve-o kids.