A sad little existance.

Thankyou. For the hate-comments.
Merci pour le venin.
Listen up Pete-faces. Get Over It.
Timmy doesn't want to put up with your crap.
Cat hasn't posted on this blog in a while. I'm the one running this, and I didn't even make that godforsaken post.
So stop your anonymous Pro-Pete comment.
Have the balls to say who you are.

So much for an inspiring guy.

If you're going to throw stones, then let me know who the hell you are.

Play fair, fangirls.
Play fair.

Petey, Pete, Peter, Your mother and I are very disappointed in you!

Chesus...Its been a while!

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Pete Wentz has become a canker on the hiney of music society! Despite being annoyingly pop-punk, as if this wasn't terrible enough, he has commited the worst crime imaginable.

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He has soldout!

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On the sellout scale, the worst you can be is Marilyn Manson, or so it was thought.

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Marilyn Manson soldout to the Devil, while Wentz abandoned his soul to [shudder] the GAP, and crappy white teen sitcoms.

Yes, he of the pop punk is the "Gap Lad".

With an expression on his face like "Wow, this is cotton!", Wentz exposes his right chesticle. You can almost hear him screaming "Look at my hairless moobie, you sad little pre-teen girls, look at it!"







As if that weren't enough, he was recently found making out with blonde-girl on One Tree Hill.

Not even Marilyn Manson would do that!

I (Cat, NOT Timmy) personally am sending my FOB CD to a fiery grave, possibly later tonight, oh, sevenish? I don't think Timmy condones this anti-band violence, and will not participate in my tiny bonfire (Timmy, however, does agree that Pete Wentz is a dirty sellout !). I invite you, the reader, to dispose of this dirty reminder that you ever supported Wentz in the cleanest way possible. Remember, If there is no body, there is no case.

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Words of exit: You know you're a fruit when Panic! At The Disco is more manly than you!