TheGnarBar

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My name is West.

I am an atheist/skeptic/humanist.

I am judged daily for being who I am. I will fight back. I am against bullying. I do things not because I have to, like the bible says, but because I want to be a good person. Life is much easier when you are a skeptical person. People think because I do not believe in their god, that I will forever burn in hell. What they don’t see is they are the ones who are already making my life a living hell. Religious people don’t see that they aren’t doing any good when they tell us that we are going to perish because we don’t believe in their god. I am proud to be who I am. If you would like to speak with me on any terms leave a comment with your e-mail address and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

Thank You,

West – The Gnar Bar.

Yes, I am going to complain. I am blogging about my life. I have various hobbies. They include photography, soccer, and a few other things like stalking girls.  . don’t take that seriously. I understand that I am going to get “hate mail” once in a while. I damn well don’t appreciate it, but the thing that seriously pisses me off is when the bastards cannot even use correct grammar. If you don’t like my blogging, that is fine. Please, just don’t complain.

Thanks.

There was a girl that I dated. She was a creationist christian, I am an atheist. She was the most amazing girlfriend that I ever did have. She stopped dating me because of my dis-beliefs.  I would do anything to get her back . She was an all out amazing person.  I can’t stand not being with her. I guess those are just the illusions that life throws at you. It is the bullshit I’m put through every damn day. I can’t stand it. Every day I get a bit weaker. It’s tiring. I really hated my life at that moment. Why my life?? I guess this is what I get for being a teenager. THIS IS A BLOG WHERE I RANT ON ABOUT THINGS YOU DON’T REALLY NEED TO READ.

DasGnarBar.

Salutations, this is your friendly stalker, name Justin, race . . . undecided. Currently I come before you, humble and honored to have a position writing on The GnarBar with my good pal. I suppose you want some details about me and my life and I may oblige you with those details later, but for now I would like to make an announcement. Twitter is a joke. While random and no evidence proves my statement, I am very strongly motivated to destroy it, any help would be appreciated. It dawns on me, I may have made an illegal statement, but as I am not familiar with cyber warfare we shall take some precautions just in case. We shall now refer to it as Tweeter, cleverly disguised.

Anyway about me. I am human, which answers that question in the first paragraph for those of you who remember back in the old days. I also like men and they like me, no hetero. For some reason people believe I am gay. I am not sure why, but the only reasons I can think of are my gay behavior, gay speech, and the fact I play soccer, as it is a well known fact that all soccer players are gay. Teenaging (think kidding but for teenagers) , I most assuredly like the fermium species. Moving on, obviously I play soccer. My favorite animals are Jigglypuffs and Yoshis, I don’t care if they aren’t real because they are real in my heart. I have no friends, which contradicts something in my first paragraph, so I guess ignore that, I have friends. My hopes and dreams for the future are non existent as I secretly want to get hit by a car to see what it feels like, so life is very uncertain for me. Much like King Sisyphus and King Tantalus I am tormented in Tartarus (aka Life). But for me Tartarus is a choice, I usually try to go at least once a moon cycle and sometimes I just AFK in there. Well I grow tired of revealing my life to all of you non believers and heretics. So I shall wrap this up like a joint, which means I won’t wrap this up good because I’ve never wrapped a joint in my life *insert manly giggle*.

So I bid thee farewell and also bid thee return to read both GnarBar’s posts and my own. So it shall be lights out for me like it was lights out for Polyphemus one fateful day he met Odysseu – I mean Nobody. Gotta protect my boy or else the Cyclops will gang bang his puny human body with their massive rocks. Once more I thank GnarBar for allowing me to share this wonderful place alongside him and I also thank all you poor saps who have taken the time out of your more than likely miserable, depressing, and redundant lives to read my humble post. One day I would like to do is when I finish a post I’d like to leave some deep and meaningful thing for you to contemplate during your craptastic life, so here goes nothing.

Life is very much like a game of chess. The full game tree for a highly structured game, such as chess, cannot be fully articulated. In chess, for example, the first players can open with any of 20 actions and the second player can respond with 20 as well. Thus, after the first two moves, there are already 400 branches to specify if one wanted to try to represent chess as a formal game.

Long story short, if you spend to much time planning your life you won’t have the time to enjoy the more than 400 different opportunities that are presented to you. Put this on a bumper sticker and shove it on/up your rear.

Farewell and love, Your Eternal Fag, JiggleYourPuffs.

I DASGNARBAR have not been putting my input into this website like I should have, so in that case, I will have one of my very close friends help me show you how terrible and pitiful our teenage lives are. well thank you all .

The Gnar Bar.

I live in a place where everyone is either a redneck/hick, preppy fuck, or a straight emo. I am none of the above. Anyways, I’ve come to you to let you know something that has really been bothering me.

I’ve been noticing that every boy/girl that I know has told me that ” the first time I met you I thought you were gay.” This is just ridiculous. This nonsense must not go on. Help me please. . How can I get people to stop getting the  impression that I like the same sex?

Good-day.

I’m a very different person. I find things humorous that shouldn’t be humorous. I live in a world of idiots, rednecks, and just people that need to just stop talking and hang on to the stuffed teddy bear. I’ve learned to cope with it though. I try and stay out of the way of these confused people that just spit out nonsense about dip and their huge trucks.. I go to school, I sit down, listen to teachers preach their teacher gospel. I go to sleep when they get a little too redundant.  I hope to find a girlfriend that will maybe just maybe pay me attention and realize that I’ve claimed her as my girlfriend. If she doesn’t then I’ll have to tell everyone that we had a very radical argument and we vowed to forget that we ever dated.  I’ve always wondered why women rarely find me attractive…. (good looking girls). I’m a short fellow, that may be it. I don’t look nerdy, nor do I act it, unless I’m in a science or religious quarry. That may be it, just the fact that I’m not a religious conformist. Yeah, I think that’s it.

Thanks,

THEGNARBAR..

I know how recently I’m going to post blogs.

I will now post 3 or more blogs a week.

Make sure to check Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays for new blog posts.

Thank you all,

TheGnarBar

Sorry guys for no blog yesterday. It was a very long and tiring day. Well today’s blog will consist of homeless men, homosexual arachnids, and hermaphrodites. <—- That’s a joke. But, it will consist of my daily fails and misery. Well let’s start, shall we?

As I’m here writing to you, well hopefully someone is actually reading this and I’m not just sitting here writing aimlessly about my bullshit. Well here it goes. Today has been terrible. So bad. So so so bad. . . Well it started as I awoke with bliss, although I was tired from the night before. Last night was a great night. I finally managed to grow up and talk to the girl that I’ve been “stalking” for a while. . . I think she digs me.. Well I took a shower, went to school, walked in looking for friends, then quickly realizing that I don’t really have many friends to talk to .. When I got to my class I realized that we had a test. I thought to myself “dammit, why me?”. I took the test and laid my head down on my desk, struggling for a comfortable spot. I finally drifted off to a deep sleep, which I got into an almost realistic amazing dream. Suddenly I awoke with great pain in my stomach. I asked to go to the restroom. I got there and.. well this isn’t suitable for all audiences. Anyways, next block (class) was kind of productive, (chemistry) we had a lab. We had to find the different masses of different candies. After we finished I ate them, all. Next block which is mythology. Usually this is a great class, I had a terrible headache, which caused me to fall into a sleep as we were reading our mythology book.
I woke up to my teacher whispering about me sleeping.. then I later came to find out that everyone that put their head down during the reading session of our mythology book isn’t allowed to use their notes on the Ch. 7 test. I thought to myself.. “tits.” The next class, math was probably the most terrible of all. I got to the class, and we had a test, that I thought I knew it. I look at the test, I did all the problems until I got to one that puzzled me. I realized that I didn’t know what the fuck she was trying to get through here.

Well after that I was taken to the post office. As I was trying to type this blog ( I’ve been on and off this blog post for about 4 hours now) I went with my friend to get a passport application, he said “West, come on!” I look, the doors closing to the office and I go to open it and it closes in my face.. . “I’m pissed” I said. Well after that I finally got into the office. We left and now I’m here, eating McDonald’s and trying to write a maybe, but probably not, okay blog, that might get a couple views and maybe a comment or two that isn’t spam.

Well thanks everyone.

-The Gnar Bar