Dubwell's ish.

For those who give a truck.

2006-04-08T05:47:48Z

I will no longer be using this as my blog space anymore. I will be using the blog space in my MySpace profile from now on for no other reason than I am too lazy to click a couple of extra times to get here to type. I will leave this up for a week or so but then it's bye bye to Livejournal.

EDDIE TRUNK

2006-03-28T04:56:00Z

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Could make a slam dunk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Would turn into a monk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Could truffle shuffle like Chunk

Who have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Ran over a skunk

Eddie Trunk plays steady funk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, punk
Eddie Trunk pays for petty junk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, Punk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Would have so much spunk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Would change his name to Lunk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Would sleep in the bottom bunk

Who would have thunk
Eddie Trunk
Would be such a hunk

Eddie Trunk plays steady funk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, punk
Eddie Trunk pays for petty junk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, Punk

Eddie Trunk plays steady funk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, punk
Eddie Trunk pays for petty junk
Eddie Trunk stays ready, Punk

Eddie Eddie Trunk Trunk
Eddie Eddie Trunk
Quit playing with my trunk, Eddie
Eddie Eddie Trunk

rickdube @ 2006-03-24T10:35:00

2006-03-24T15:54:35Z

So I woke up this morning feeling very alone. I don't know why either. It's just a feeling that comes over me from time to time. Maybe it's waking up to an empty, quiet house without Amber lying next to me. I wish I knew why. I won't be alone in a few hours though, but in this moment the feeling of loneliness is overbearing. I need to stop thinking about it. That would probably do me some good. I think way too much about everything; from people, to life plans, to past experiences, to the future, to what the fuck we're all here for, etc.,etc.,etc., the list goes on for years. It's nice when the mental process takes a breather, where instead of thinking you take in what's going on around you. It could be the smallest of details; ranging from a slight breeze outside, to how complex the twists and turns of tree branches are. Most of the people including myself) never think about that. We're all so consumed by our own little bubbles that we forget about the life that lives beyond our cocoons. There is a whole world breathing and living outside of us, away from us, yet it's so close we can all taste it. It's when we let that electricity in that makes us feel alive. It's when we clock out of our norms and break free from the regular. When life sparks it creates art. For the sheer moment of that minute we aren't watching life, we're living it. It's funny though, because even too much of that enchanting feeling will burn out a person. I guess balance is pretty necessary for most organisms. That's something I can relate to. I also realize that when it all boils down it to, a person will only be left with two or three really good friends in their lifetime. I'm fairly certain I know who mine are right now, but there's no telling if I'll meet anyone new now or later. I have Mr. Brightside in my head right now. There's something about that song that really gets to me. I think to most people it's an average pop song, but the melodies and lyrics in that song touch me. "I just can't look, it's killing me". That line is a line that spoke to me from past experiences I've had. When an action caused by someone else is eating away at you so much to the point of not even being able to look at it; that's heavy. Maybe I'm too sentimental, maybe I care too much. I just value my personal relationships more than a lot of people I know I guess. Sometimes though, people drift apart from each other, so there's no point in trying to force what once was, just let it takes its course. My mind doesn't think in terms of money, it thinks in terms of fulfillment and experiences. I should probably be more concerned with a career, but I'm not. I want a simple existence of friends, my future wife, and creating. I want to be in a band with one of my best friends and I hope when the time is right, it happens. I believe in him and I think he believes in me too. That's vital to any friendship. I don't want to take over the world, I just want to create freely, express myself, and have other people actually get something from it. Not; "Yeah, man. It sounds good". I'm talking people being moved by what I’m doing. If I could ever achieve that, I would be happy. Inspiration is a powerful thing, not to be tampered with or taken for granted, but held, nurtured, and used for its true purpose; to motivate, to create, to act, to invent. I hope that people read this entry in its entirety. I know it's long and I know it's pretty incoherent, but it's me and if I didn't want anyone to read this I wouldn't be writing it. I love my friends, my girlfriend, and my family. Never will any of you be taken for granted. I mean that.

Yup, another LB-related blog entry.

2006-03-15T04:11:16Z

So it seems quite apparent that LB's end is 99.9% official. Wes says he has no plans of working with LB again at any point in the future and says that his new band, 'Black Light Burns', is his future. You know what I say to that?

Great for Wes.

LB isn't doing dick right now as a functioning band, so why should Wes sit around with his thumb up his ass and wait for LB to come back from their supposed break to be creative and play live again? The answer is that he shouldn't. He has always been the driving creative force in LB (besides Fred) so for him to sit around with all of that music trapped inside of him is a ridiculous proposition.

LB had an amazing run and created some of the most inspiring and influential music that I've ever heard. I know they are viewed as a joke now and were never really taken that seriously, but whenever their music came on (and whenever it still comes on) all I heard was explosive creativity, raw and honest emotions that covered all spectrums of feelings, and originality. What really stuck out to me though was the musical chemistry that just jumped out of the speakers. It was so natural and real. They were everything a band should be and then some. They were their own entity and that can never be taken away from them.

For me, LB will always be what they were from 1997 - 2001; a band with a purpose, a band with a spark, a band with a drive, a band with a reason, and a band with a message. That message was to be yourself at all times and to be proud of who you are. That's what I used to feel when I listened to them and that is what I still feel when I listen to them.

So even in regards to the current state (or lack there of) of what LB has become, the inspiration will always be there. And for that, I will always be grateful.

Here's to some of the most amazing music I've ever heard and some of rock's greatest musical personalities, it was fucking great and I'll never forget it, ever.

Oh yeah, I'm no longer holding my breath for the 'POOP' DVD or TUTP2. It just doesn't matter anymore. I'm not saying I wouldn't be all over it if it did happen, I'm just saying that for the moment it's a non factor. There are too many other amazing artists and bands that deserve my attention right now for me to be all hung up on what once was.

The time to move has finally come, and I'm embracing it with open arms.

Inspiration: Stifled.

2006-02-28T18:28:11Z

I hate when I'm inspired to create; be it a piece of art, personal design work, or something music-related, and the everyday responsibilities of life get in the way of my progress. Like right now, I have work very shortly, yet there are a slew of design ideas for myself running through my head, and at the moment none of them can or will be recognized. That irritates the piss out of me. Yes, I shall retain my ideas for later use, but who’s to say when the next moment of inspiration will hit? Hopefully when I get home from work tonight I will be up for some creative process. From my experience though, when I get home from work all I want to do is vedge out for a bit, meaning being creative is out the door for a little until my mental capacity regenerates itself into something of solidified being, instead of the pathetic puddle of spew that my job can often place my creative side into when I'm there. So here's to hoping that when I get home tonight I can get in my zone, drift away from the everyday, and create something I feel proud of. Until then, I'll see all of your bitch-asses at the Aid.

rickdube @ 2006-02-27T14:06:00

2006-02-27T19:41:42Z

Verbal line sediments
Spray like graffiti elements
Vandalize a residence
Smile and hide the evidence

No longer feeling hesitant
Tear away from this regiment
It's never been more evident
In the end it sets precedence

Spoken text
Broken words
Spoken words
Broken text

What's next?

The after effect
Meet in the middle
Intersect

Become one as I create you
Make you
Become a single entity
And take two

Steps
Repeat again
One more rep

We're not men
Organisms labeled by each other
It's all science
We're created by one another

Stand defiant

Own yourself

Intelligent decisions
Independent self revisions
Categorical discrimination
No longer a unified nation

Do what they say
Programmed mindless robot
Mechanical spine rusts

No more feeling human
Punch into your existence
On the clock now
Showing 100% lack of resistance

Assembly line victims
Conveyor belt Christians
Suffocated by the system
Who would ever miss them?

Reproduce
Less unique
Need not
Actual thought

The sky shows us nothing

rickdube @ 2006-02-22T00:20:00

2006-02-22T05:43:30Z

Your true friends are the ones who you aren't selective with
The ones who aren't obsessive
The ones who aren't impressionists

The people in your life who you fight for
Not who you spite
But who you ignite and who I write this for

Can the formalities
And false originality
Fake mistaken identities
They're not a part of this recipe

Two faced fiends
Making me speak sickly
Strictly and swiftly
Only my true friends will stick with me

Into the next void
A world unnatural
But embraced so casual
What was obscure is now actual

Once in the inside
Now an observer
I pushed you out on the wayside
We're done look no further

Delve back in your cave
Hollow, narrow and endless
Once you see your true reflection
It’s you that's now friendless

So break down those walls
Beg forgiveness speak freely
Look at me with your broken wings
And speak; "please, I beg you to heal me"

But I won't
You must learn
The pain of a fierce burn

Next time you'll know
Friendships aren't given
They're earned.

It's been a while.

2006-02-04T06:50:31Z

I haven't even thought about looking for a job in my field until today/tonight. I've been moving in cruise control for so long the concept of the future was non-existent. It's all about the present, or at least it was until today. The real world scares me a bit, but it excites me too. I want to be my own brand. Ever since I began delving further into my design side I have been loving it. I would love to have a clothing company. Nothing too elaborate; just t-shirts, hoodies (both regular and zip-up), hats (beanies and baseball hats), and possibly shoes. That would be killer. I would also love to be in a band and use my design skills for that. It’s all a matter of having a vision. I love being creative. It's what I live for. Anyway, this is Chuck Dubwell, brother of Ron and Don Dubwell, signing off. Until next time, folks.

You just can't touch 'em.

2006-01-18T20:29:10Z

PAN-FUCKING-TERA.

Listening to Vulgar Display of Power at a loud volume is good for your health. Trust me on that one. It is my favorite album in my collection, hands down. It has been for a while, actually. I remember listening to it on the way to pick up Soilwork's Stabbing The Drama, thinking to myself; "This is the one. This is my favorite album." Pantera was never part of some lame scene either. They were never over-exposed, over-saturated, played out, milked, or even really copied for that matter. Pantera were their own scene and you either followed them or were steam rolled over if you got in their way. They were a machine. When I listen to them I am listening to a real band in the truest sense of the word. They were IT. They had all of the necessary ingredients and then some. That's why they will never die and why their music is so timeless. Vulgar Display of Power not only still sounds relevant, but it is better than 99.9% of today's metal. Yes, Dime has been removed from the physical realm, but his legacy and spirit will never die. He will continue to influence guitar players for generations to come, and Pantera's music will forever inspire and influence all fans of heavy music for generations to come. Plain and simple; Pantera are the kings of heavy music and they will never die. They are an entity that is forever and that much is fact.

- Dimebag Darrell R.I.P. -

Fuckin' school.

2006-01-09T06:13:33Z

I have to wake up in T-minus 6+ hours. *sigh* I don't want to go back. If I could have gotten school out of the way a year ago maybe my mind would be in a better place. Then again, maybe not. If I had something better lined up I wouldn't go back, but since I'll be out on my ass otherwise, I continue to go. I know, a free education is something to not be taken for granted, but when I think of school I become so disenchanted. Maybe it's the commute. Truthfully, that's a big part of my feelings. I get so fucking tired of driving back and forth every fucking day. I loathe traffic. I hate it. I hate sitting in it, I hate driving in it, and I hate thinking about it. There are many times where I wish I had that idealistic college life of living on campus and walking to class. That would make my experience so much better I think. But because college feels more like a job than an education I begin to loathe it entirely. I suppose that's not fair either. I should just deal with it, but I guess I feel like college shouldn’t be "dealing with it", but again, we are living in reality here, not some fucking fantasy realm. But, I know me, and I know I'll just suck it up the best I can, find ways to mentally escape during the day, and then do it all again.

Sick artwork.

2006-01-06T00:18:02Z

I love that picture. I stumbled upon it when I was surfing through random Limp Bizkit fan sites. It makes me want to draw on my own again. I don't even know who did it or anything, but I fucking love it.

Time.

2005-12-28T16:40:43Z

God, Christmas break is already half way over. What the hell is that?! I'm not ready to go back yet. I already can't wait for summer. Well, there's no use in dwelling on it. I guess it's time to start doing my best to enjoy every second of non-school life that I can until Jan. 9th comes.

A whole new world.

2005-12-23T07:22:07Z

So as of late I've been listening to a lot more hip-hop music as opposed to my usual rock and/or metal music. I feel that I am discovering an entire new world of music and expression that I have not even begun to break the surface of. It all started with my friend K. Lomax constantly drilling Jay-Z songs into my head while driving in his car (thank you for that by the way). That helped show me that hip-hop is truly an art form. It's not just about catchy hooks and beats. It's about the rapper's flow, how he works his words and message around the rhythm of the beat per syllable and pause. It truly is a very powerful form of expression that I never really gave the time of day until recently. But I could never fully connect with the genre again until I heard Fort Minor. Mike Shinoda's take on the genre has blown me away. As he put it in an interview, Fort Minor is what he calls "musicians hip-hop" and I fully agree with that description (which is one of the main reasons I connect with it so much). Mike wrote every beat, every melody, every note, and every arrangement that you hear on the album, and it shows when listening to it. There is no sampling at all (No, I'm not trying to discredit the art of sampling either), it's all Mike's hard work, blood, sweat, and tears that you're hearing in the music, and I feel that when I listen to it. Now, Mike isn't the greatest emcee on the planet (I do think he's good though and I do really like his approach to rapping), but he introduced me to one of my new favorite groups, 'Styles of Beyond' who are two of my new favorite rappers (mainly Ryu though, that guy just fucking kills it in my opinion).

The bottom line is that my mind has been opened to a new genre of music and I am really excited about it. Hip-hop was actually the first genre of music I got into by myself when I was younger (it was my brother that introduced me to rock and metal) so it's kind of coming back full circle right now I guess. I am taking it slow though, waiting to fully digest one artist before moving on to another because I don't want to miss anything.

I also don't want to discredit rock or metal music either, because without that genre and my passion for it, I wouldn't be playing guitar today, which I feel is my true gift and talent. I will say this though, there are so few modern heavy bands that I give a fuck about. Most current metal blows in my opinion. The American metal scene is such rubbish right now. It reminds me of dubbing VHS tapes on my dual deck VCR. The first band is the source copy, and every band after them is progressively less original and more generic. I'll say right now the only good bands in the genre (the "metal" genre) still kicking and making music that I think is worth while are Killswitch Engage, Soilwork, and In Flames (although I don't listen to them much at all, I do really respect what they do). Other than those bands I see a bunch of copies all trying to fit into a certain sound. There's no passion in that, there's no creativity in that, there's no originality in that, there's no art in that, so what the fuck is the point?

One band that I think is doing something amazing at the moment is The Accident Experiment. My ears have never heard a band like them and I love that. I hope they get the right deal soon because they deserve the best in my opinion.

I wouldn't look at this as me "moving on" from what I once loved either. It's more me opening myself up to something new and exciting, and to me it feels really fucking great.

rickdube @ 2005-12-15T13:25:00

2005-12-15T18:36:12Z

Another semester completed. I found myself excited yesterday only to find myself feeling lonely and without purpose today. Adjustment periods, gotta love 'em. In the present day I find myself wanting to spend as much time as possible with the woman I love. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I can't wait to hear from her today and then to see her. It's going to be hard when she goes her own way, but I find myself understanding her half of it much better now. She hasn't lived for herself for a long time and she owes it to herself to do so once again. I just wish I could go with her. This isn't about me; I am now 100% certain of that. I would drop everything for her. In the deepest reservoirs of my mind I hope to be with her in the end. Marriage isn't even a factor. I just want us to be. Marriage is more of an economic investment/supposed lifelong contract that I care not for. If I love someone, all I need is to be with them. I don't need a material possession to symbolize and showcase my love for her; all I need is what I feel for her in my heart and soul. I hope to grow old with her.

Smile if you like sex.

2005-12-14T20:44:27Z

I fucking love sex. I love dirty, raw, raunchy, smelly, sweaty, aggressive, passionate sex. I live for it. I love sex without inhibition, sex with no boundaries, sex that is experimental. It's all good in my book. I love emotion-fueled sex, I love quickies, I love risky sex. I love having such an open girlfriend who loves all of what I love about sex. There is such a beauty in sex. Feeling immense pleasure through orgasms is truly a gift the human race has been blessed with. I just can't seem to get enough of it these days.

It's ok, I understand.

2005-12-12T16:15:13Z

I know you need to leave soon. It's time to break away. Although I do wish things were different, I know you cannot stay. I hope this day comes later than sooner, but it feels like events will take place in the opposite order. I still hope we can have Christmas together. That would really make me happy. In the end, all I want is for you to be happy. I know you feel you have to venture on your own, and I understand that, but maybe there will be a time when our lives can meet again so we can share the rest of our existence together. I will be here for as long as you need or want me to be, because I love you so deeply. I have never felt love before you, and you have taught me so much. I just hope when you are on your own you will be able to find love again, because the only thing I want in this world is for you to find happiness. It's ok, I understand that will probably not be with me by your side, but within myself I must support your decision because I care that much. I would never and could never forget you and our time together. These have been the best years of my life so far. God, you mean so much to me, more than anyone or anything I have ever had in my life. All I want is to hold you forever, but I guess even forever comes to an end at some point. Just give me the word and you can go, just give me the word.

Priority.

2005-12-08T12:53:29Z

I want you to know that I've taken stock in my true priority now, and that priority is you. No more games, no more fights, only the reality of feeling complete, and that is what you do for me. You fullfill me and make me whole, and that's what I wanted you to know. I love you.

Change.

2005-12-08T03:53:49Z

Nothing feels the same as it used to. My relationships with my friends have changed, my relationship with my girlfriend is changing, and I am going through some changes myself. In some aspects it feels so right, but in other aspects it instills a fear within me. Could everything I've built and known up to this point suddenly slip away from me? That is something I've been thinking about a lot lately. There seems to be a lot of confused people around me too. Maybe it's the age we're all at and the internal struggle that comes with growing up and finding oneself. There is not a single part of me that wants to step backward, but I cannot help but to feel a little insecure at the moment. There are some things that I will fight to the death for right now, and I am, but there are other things I am choosing to not put nearly as much work into that I used to. It's nothing personal towards anyone; I'm just trying to figure out who the hell I am and what the hell it is that I want. When you're constantly questioning everything it makes it a bit more difficult to make decisions and that's one of the things I am struggling with at the moment. I am also starting to try to weed out the aspects of my life that bring me no joy or positive contribution. I am more sick of routines then I've ever been. They offer nothing to me. Yes, routines are unavoidable seeing that necessities in life require some sort of structure and regimen, but in terms of my life outside of that, I now loathe routines. It is a sickness that breeds within us. Comfort zones can be quite enjoyable, I know that more than most, but they can be quite deadly too. The funny thing about this post is that I'm writing this from what will be looked back on as one of the safest times in my life. I'm living at home, college is paid for, I'm working as a piss-ant cashier, and I have my own bubble that I've built. But still, there is a level of expectation placed on me that stifles my being at times. Oh well, time to go work on some homework that I absolutely could care less for. Yay for me.

rickdube @ 2005-11-20T04:36:00

2005-11-20T09:52:06Z

Too many tears shed tonight. I almost threw away the best thing I have going for me. Too much confusion on my own behalf. Too much being selfish. Tonight was necessary to realize what I do have and I'm thankful she didn't leave. I love her for that. Caught up in my own process, unwilling to discuss the aspects that taught us. The reasons, the will, believe me, you will. I can't let her go and I won't. Thankful we're still here, like the ringing in my ear, of a night of envy and a night of pain, like a permanent stain we'll have nothing to fear. I thank her for being who she is, but I don't expect her to thank me for being who I am. Self-loathing, no need to pity me, it's my own business, need not your validity. Take it for what it's worth, this won't last too long, until you realize the words you've said and it's almost gone. I was being what I thought was honest but it was only means to a hollow escape, a mental rape, emotions flow, emotions come and go, to and fro, I need not know. Vague descriptions of what I want to convey, fear of judgment from what my peers will say. Don't dig too deep, it's a fearful place. Remember that next time you're afraid and fight it, because it will be the most honest moment of your life. Surface-based actions lead to misinterpretation, thought provoking, soul-based actions lead to fulfilling elation. I love her and I will not ruin it again, ever, again.

rickdube @ 2005-11-10T00:35:00

2005-11-10T05:37:25Z

It is rare for me to have this level of focus at this time of night. For a reason unknown to me at the moment my senses are on overload and my level of feeling seems to have reached a new height. It could be the coffee, it could be raw inspiration, but whatever it is, I will not deny it. There may be a point in my life where I will choose to sacrifice everything I have known up to this point for the sake of my art. It could be music, it could e visual, but whatever it is, I will have to put all of myself into it. Nothing will be half hearted and everything will hold weight. Art is not to be presented without prior thought or feeling put into it. It is a sacred tool of expression that mustn’t be abused or taken for granted. Spontaneity can yield wonderful results that can often not be created again, but planning out a message to be communicated through whatever artistic means one chooses is a gift not too many people possess. I believe some of the best art, be it music, writing, spoken word, or visual representation has come out of pre-planning, mistakes, and spontaneous energy. I believe a person is either born with it or they're not. Anyone can learn the techniques to create, but a person cannot learn the gift of expression through those techniques. That is something that comes from within and it is something few people have. Expression must be honest and it must be truthful, otherwise it is a waste of time for anyone involved. The moment it becomes forced or contrived is the moment a new project should begin.

I am...

2005-11-01T05:30:31Z

Kearney Lomax...

I hate Simple Plan.

2005-10-20T21:27:18Z

For most people that know me, they know that I have a very hard time adjusting to the whole idea of being a "grown up". Well, today was one of the few days where I actually embraced my age and the experiences I have had to get to the point that I am at right now.

I was just watching one of the many 20 second video clips that TRL shows (yes, I still put this fucking show on and I'm 22...Pathetic, isn’t it?) and the band, Simple Plan, was on. Jesus Christ. I loathe this band. As I am watching the video, I see a group of wanna be punk-rockers who are completely getting thrown through the record industry loop of becoming a marketable product, only to be thrown in the trash a year or two later when the trends shift and their sound is no longer viewed as "cool". Fuck that. The lyrics were some of the worst lyrics ever written in my opinion. Seriously though, a 5th grader probably wrote those words after getting grounded for not doing his homework one night.

My whole point is, is that I see all of that bullshit now, where as when I used to watched the show 5+ years ago I never saw it, and actually bought into a fair portion of it.

One of the many great things about maturing as a person and individual is developing your own taste that suits you, not your target age group. I love free thinkers who like what they like for their own reasons, not some lame asshole pretending to be what the industry/society expects them to be. Fuck sucking the corporate cock.

The man fucking knows.

2005-10-20T04:24:53Z

Trent Reznor said this in regards to how he views music and how he feels about it.

"It seems to me there are some people who treat music as something that plays in the background occasionally, and there are some - probably anyone who's reading this - that music has a much more important role. Music is the soundtrack to every aspect of my life - songs vividly remind me of places / events / feeling / people. Music has been my best friend and made me feel connected when I've been at my loneliest."

That's it. The man said everything I feel and think about music and the role it also plays in my life. I don't even need to say anymore except for the fact that Trent Reznor is everything that is right about the very concept of art, music, and self-expression in its truest and most pure form.

Another test...

2005-09-28T05:16:55Z

Se-man-tic FLEA
I'll sell it back to you for 32 thousand dollars a page!

Raleigh says: "You don't know how to spell me, fuck, you don't even know I exist. You're a biological product of a COSMOLOGICAL universe; you're molecular matter; I constructed you, fuck you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards! You know who you are? You're a fucking semantic blockage. You don't have the mentality of a, a common house hold fly. You're eight to ten percent man. You're in the RACE of man. You're not man, you're not me, you're nothing. You're shit." Better luck next time?

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on god

Link: The Raleigh Theodore Sakers Test written by possumprince on OkCupid Free Online Dating

heh heh heh...

Yes, I took these tests too.

2005-09-26T19:11:09Z

You are a
Social Liberal
(70% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(36% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Democrat

Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

" The Punching bag"
You are 76 fuckable!

Yeah, you're fuckable. Probably fucked, too. You can be so wild sometimes that you may even be, well, how should I put this nicely, easy. Wild and kinky is good, but you should lean to use it in maderation. Hold out a bit when it comes to having sex with a new person. You don't have to let it all hang out! Sure, people want you, but it's probably because they know they could have you. It's ok to play hard-to-get once and a while. In fact, it makes you even sexier!

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 75% on humpers

Link: The how fuckable are you? Test written by ShizzleBitch on OkCupid Free Online Dating

YAY FOR ME!!!