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some weirdo annoyed us at the pub tonight.
hate that. pity we're too nice. drunk. in love with the world. but not some things. like, well, things i used to love. they suck now. disappointong upset now wish things were old again not so but love new ways lots of work due worried in love, maybe not enamoured maybe lots of people loving life interesting twists tonight stop playing finish not sure unsure wish it were different no how to say not say but mean crush no love no need yes time yes understand no why no online change ? maybe needed stagnant bored twitchy scared manly need battle controversy scandal conflict yes need yes want yes read no. |
it's time
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that was awfully good...
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Wow.. a lot of bull shit lol.
That pic of that persons eye ewwwww that looked painfull and gross. |
David Bowie stares at me. It gives me the heebie jeebies. I think I'm going to confront him. But when he gives me the karate eyes I just................I just fall to pieces.
I'm so alone. |
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I once shot a man just to watch him die... but then I got distracted, and I missed it. My friends tried to describe it to me, but... it just wasn't the same.
*sigh* -Western Gunfighter character, Dave Foley, Kids In The Hall |
Security Guard: All right son, I'm going to need those two hams back.
Chris Griffin: I... I don't have any hams. Security Guard: Lift up your shirt son. Chris Griffin: I need an adult. I need an adult. Security Guard: You're not a shoplifter, you're just a fat kid. Sorry about that fatty, fat, fatty. Hey Tom, he's just a fat kid. Aren't ya fatty? He's a big ol' fat kid. Here's some chocolate fatso. Chris Griffin: Thanks. Old Man: Hey, muscly arm, why the long face? Chris: It's this girl. I can't talk to her. It's like girls are a different species or something. Old Man: Who needs them? You like Popsicles? Chris: Well, sure. Old Man: Then you need to come on down to the cellar. I got a whole freezer full of Popsicles. Chris: No, thanks. I gotta get going. Old Man: Don't make me beg now. Chris: You're funny. Bye. Old Man: Get your fat ass back here. *sigh* family guy. |
A tisket a tasket ,A little yellow basket.I wrote a letter to my mommy,On the way I dropped it,I dropped it I dropped it,Yes,On the way I dropped it a little girly picked it up and put it in her pocket.A tisket a tasket a little yellow basket I wrote a letter to my mommy,on the way I dropped it.I dropped it,Yes on the way I dropped it a little girly picked it up and put in her pocket.
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Did you just post a pic of a big hookah and a minor? Hmmm?
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no minors there............and it's the stanley fucking cup hookah baby
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Yes yes it is... but I say the boy on the right is sixteen...
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Sshhhh...listen! Do you smell that? It smell like...infinity...or maybe rotten eggs, I can never tell the two apart.
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STFUalready
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ni!
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Tuna on rye!
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and the band played on...
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"...and lo, the crucified Christ was resurrected......and a gigantic rabbit didst hop about the land, spreading colorful boiled eggs."
The Biblical Origin of the Easter Bunny |
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This was my mom's favorite joke for who-knows how long... What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? Stick. |
where's my painter?????
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i'll do the painting bernie...
http://bundytfp.customer.netspace.ne...clean_nose.jpg http://bundytfp.customer.netspace.ne...lean_nose2.jpg http://bundytfp.customer.netspace.ne...lean_nose3.jpg note the lovely wallpaper... hmmm... come to think about it... i really wouldn't hire me. |
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good night
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Lullaby
by W. H. Auden Lay Your Sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm: Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstasy, Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost. All the dreaded cards foretell. Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought. Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love. |
Turn the pages of this old book
Sounds (Feels?) familiar, it may be worth a second look Wrapping up dope in a paper bag Talking to yourself taking a drag What does it matter the things you say They'll never hear it anyway Gotta get past the negative things Lawyers and business, you get what you bring No one's sorry you did it yourself It's time to relax now and then give it hell Someday you'll find what you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for You didn't bet on the Dodgers to beat the Giants And David came up, Now you gotta pay up You didn't count on that Geez, half the money's gone The month is still young Where are you gonna go now? You gotta trust someone Trust someone Someone to trust. Can't go to your brother Cause that money's all gone Can't go to your friends Someday you'll find what you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for, yeah Made out like a bandit for so many years What're you looking for? One more big score? What're you trying to prove? Try to get closer but not too close (Try to get past it but not too far past it) Try to get through but not be through No one can touch you now No one can touch you now I can touch you now (Nobody can see you now But I can see you) You're invisible, you've got too many secrets Bob Dylan said that Or something like that Someday you'll find what you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for Someday you'll find everything you're looking for, yeah |
I believe life is like a Slim Jim...think on that.
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yes, you have a strong point. i don't understand what a Slim Jim is; and this corresonds directly with my lack of understanding regarding the meaning of life... H12, you should write a book about Slim Jims. |
long brown stick
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So tonight I'll ask the stars above,How did I ever win your love,What did I do, what did I say,To turn your Angel Eyes my way?Don't anyone wake me if it's just a dream,Aw - she's the best thing that ever happened to me,All you fellows, you can look all your life,But this girl you see is leavin' here with me tonight.There's just one more thing I need to know,If this is love why does it scare me so?Must be something only you could see,'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me. <3
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So tonight I'll ask the stars above,
"How did I ever win your love?" What did I do? What did I say, to turn your angel eyes my way? |
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I set em up....................... You rape their mothers. |
i call bullshit.
"bullshit.".........."heeeerrrrre bullshit".........."come on boy" |
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