Nah SIKE you fucking faggots.
You believe this shit. Any punk I ever crossed sticks with knows the Johnston truth. I CANNOT SELF TERMINATE. From the Terminator 2.
How the fuck do you think I posted this shit on a web page shit if I suicided? Trust me motherfuckers: johnstons don't die, we multiply. Babies kids.
I'll do a new column again whenever I fucking want to bitches!!
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Levi "HOckey" Johnston is a pro writer now and hockey expert since forever. He comments regularly on family life, politics, Alaska, hockey, vag, babies, babes, 4x4s, hunting, and stuff like that. Oh, yeah, and he was engaged to Bristol Palin and had one (two) kids with her, so...I can put anything here? He also fights like a devil and pounds poon like a demon. He's pretty much unbelievable. His life is a raw adventure to the root.