GOD Doesn't Live Here

Someone asked me if not believing in God concerned me because I wouldn't have eternal life.  My response was, "Who the fuck wants to live forever???"

I think some people believe in Eternal Life because honestly they fear death.  Sit for a moment and try to imagine yourself dead.........fucking hard isn't it?  Fucking scary isn't it?

When that crazy fuck killed those 20 little kids in december, my friend used it as a chance to try and convert me to God. I was so pissed off.  Don't fucking try and convert me. I know what I believe. And don't use a tragedy to exploit.  If 911 didn't make me believe in God, nothing will.


I read somewhere, "beware the one book person or solution.", which simply translated means, be wary of the person who lives by the teachings of a single book, and be wary of the single book which asks you to look to it for all your answers.

No single book has the solution to life and its issues.  So the brain-washing concept that God will fix everything is dangerous.


"Fuck with my God and I'll ram this fist up your asshole!!"

 

I liked how another friend put it, "if you belive in God then you'll have an afterlife, if you don't then you're journey may just end when you die."

I'm ok with my journey ending when I die.

Fuck isn't life hard enough that we need to be pre-occupied with making plans for the next eternity?

God, tell your followers to leave me the fuck alone. Thanks.

Mexican Gay Love Penis

I have worked in restaurant kitchens for years.  And in those restaurants are a lot of Mexicans.
What I have learned from them is not only do they work endlessly, but they also have a pre-occupation with penises.

The word Verga is spoken at least 50 times a day in every restaurant across America.  Verga is the spanish slang for PENIS, or COCK.

The dishwasher in my restuarant says it all the time, as well as PUTO, which is slang for GAY.

Verga, Puto, Maricon are all common words in a Restaurant Kitchen where Mexican immigrants work.

I have realized that Mexican's way of teasing and putting others down is to call into question their sexuality and their love of cock.  But what troubles me is the frequency in which they talk about being gay and loving cock.

I have come to the conclusion that many Mexicans are quite homophobic and that the only non-homophobic Mexicans are the gay ones.

I wonder if the gay Mexican's sit around talking about pussy all day and accusing each other of being straight.




This blog is dedicated to my favorite dishwasher PORFIRIO!! He likes the cock.

You Shot the Dog?!

Ok Mindy, you had my compassion then you tossed it in the garbage.

 

I understand the pain and misery you were going through. Mental Illness gets immediate understanding from me.  Drug Addiction gets immediate understanding from me.

 

But really, you had to kill the fucking dog. 

 

I will tell you this; thank God you didn't feel the need to shoot your children too.  But you could have done us all a favor and killed Mackenzie Phillips, that rat faced whore.

 

 

 

A Knife in the Back and More of the Same

Lost one round but the price wasn't anything, a knife in the back and more of the same....



Artist rendition of Susan's last act of friendship towards Dr. Teeth.

The knife has been removed, the wound still healing, and the emotional wounds deep and hurtful.

Friends and family have said, "You're lucky to be rid of such a creature."


This is an artists rendition of the creature Susan.

I know I'm being petty, and emotionally childish but when you hurt me, I get like this.

Muppets are not known for emotional maturity. 

And I am Muppet hear me roar.

Sexy and Human!

People ask me, Dr. Teeth, why do you use your blog as a weapon?  I reply, "Because I can."

I tell the truth, but I don't slander, make shit up or lie.

I am honest.

I am brutal.

I am sexy too.

 

Actually the Pig is sexy.  This is what I'd look like if I was a human....

 

My blog is an outlet.  When someone fucks Dr. Teeth they get fucked in return.

When someone loves Dr. Teeth he makes love to them in return.

 

It's really simple. You're either my friend or my enemy. Simple.

 

 

 

 

 

Confessions of a BiPolar Muppet

It is apparant that I am not myself these days.  Maybe I'm no longer a Muppet, maybe I am one of those Fraggle Rock fuckheads.

So now I'm starting up a posse to come and look for you.  We're gonna put a stop to what you wanna do. 

When I was Los Angeles there was a night littered with cocaine and marijuana when I thought my heart was gonna stop and at that moment I didn't care.

I had been dumped.  I was alone.  My dream was making plans to escape the country.

Now you might take offense to a word like FUCK or SHIT.

Women seem to be the gasoline on the flame that is my BiPolar.  I become engulfed in flames of hatred.  And with that massive amount of negative energy I think my heart is gonna stop and at this moment I don't care.

My friend died recently and after seeing a photo of him and his wife I asked God why he didn't take me instead of him.  I tend to feel like I don't have much to live for.

The Muppet show was cancelled years ago.  My band is playing bowling alleys....on mondays.

My spirit is so dark and empty.  I fell of the planet and need to get back on.

Can you hear me calling from outer space?
Is there anybody out there?


My dear friend Elmo, couldn't handle the pressure.  A black pedophile stuck his hand up Elmo's ass and forever changed his life.

Seems to me he lived his life like a candle in the wind.

Women Kissing

I'd just love to spend the day watching women kissing and fondling each other.

I would make a bowl of ice cream, grab my cats and just sit back in bed and watch them please each other. 


Or I'd love to watch sisters playing dress up.  Changing clothes and trying on different outfits.

What a way to spend a friday but instead I will spend the night.....