04-30-2006, 07:03 PM | #4323 (permalink) |
Dumb all over...a little ugly on the side
Location: In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops.
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I still like boobies.
In fact, I like 'em even more than before. big, beautiful, bouncy boobies bobbling like bowling balls....ahhhhhhhhhh bodacious.
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He's the best, of course, of all the worst. Some wrong been done, he done it first. -fz I jus' want ta thank you...falettinme...be mice elf...agin... |
05-01-2006, 01:14 AM | #4325 (permalink) |
Sky Piercer
Location: Ireland
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and Genevieve's uncle died unexpectedly and left me all his yachts. And then Tamara came running out of our Somerset house, as fast as her little legs could carry her, to tell me I was a direct descendant from Kublah Khan... which was nice.
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05-04-2006, 03:07 PM | #4332 (permalink) |
Casual... Real Casual
Location: Orstraylia
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That's nice...
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"And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking.
Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd |
05-05-2006, 09:38 PM | #4334 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: France
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I've become addicted to Google Sketchup. It's a free 3d program, whee you can make lots of cool stuff...houses, etc..
Right now, me and my buddies are being geeky as hell and creating a moonbase together on Sketchup. Yes, I'm bored. Shut up. |
05-06-2006, 06:13 AM | #4336 (permalink) | |
Sky Piercer
Location: Ireland
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Google Sketchup is a myth. It doesn't even exist. Stop spreading misinformation.
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05-07-2006, 12:27 AM | #4339 (permalink) | |
Casual... Real Casual
Location: Orstraylia
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It's not? Aww wazzup wid it?.
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"And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking.
Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd |
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05-09-2006, 01:21 AM | #4344 (permalink) |
And we'll all float on ok...
Location: Iowa City
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Crack kills.
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. --Charles Bukowski |
05-09-2006, 01:50 AM | #4345 (permalink) |
Upright
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This is pretty long
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It is said that he who laugh's loudest, laugh's longest. This is not true for it uses up more oxygen to laugh louder and there by you can not laugh longer. Instead it should be he who sleeps loudest sleeps longest. |
05-09-2006, 02:02 AM | #4346 (permalink) |
Sky Piercer
Location: Ireland
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Goatse is the title of a famous piece of postmodern graphic realistic art whose creator remains Anonymous. The photograph is almost universally hailed by art critics as one of the greatest works of art in the 20th century.
While what makes the photograph unique is hard to pinpoint, many Goatse connoisseurs do agree that it is not a particlar feature or element, rather a combination the style, framing, mood, subject matter and theme which makes the picture stand out. It is often pointed out that the emotion which must have gone into creating the photograph is evident in the picture itself. Certainly when looking at the picture the first thing a person will notice is the subtle unfocusedness, a characteristic of Anonymous' work. Often thought to symbolize the eternal struggle between self and selflessness, Goatse is a classic example of late materialistic period photography.
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05-10-2006, 08:19 PM | #4349 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Someplace crazier
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I can hear the pound of the surf, even above the girls clamoring that the last bag was forgotten at the gas station. While a few missing lipsticks and brushes wouldn't ruin the trip, it will give them something to yank about for a while. The largest of the bags is ready for me as I try to fish out the borrowed keychain. The stony path is as malicious to the new rolling mechanisms as I imagined at the store. Broken and battered, expended to it's last, that's the way this holiday will be. I don't want anything to be saved, hung onto, captured or otherwise not-fully-consumed for the precious few moments of two weeks I have. The uneasy banter of a long drive wimpers to a quiet awe as the front door opens. Still creaky, as when I was a kid, the wood panels around the door frame welcome me in. Sun burns, hangovers, unnecessary words, and maidens of the sea with too much bleach in their hair fill my vision. Unscheduled and always ready, the house is pouring in the sun, and the smell of unkept laundry and spoiled wine waft through. Straining a few forearm muscles, relishing the uneven roll of the luggage, I plot a course for the back living room, closest to the beach. I hope I'm making enough space for the additional bags that should be close behind, but looking over my shoulder, I find I'm standing alone.
Too quickly the girls want to savour the space and comforts of an old vacation home on the beach, with scars of spilled liquors, broken sofas, and waterlogged cushions. The house's own nostalgia for parties and long binges are slowly released, like a recovering addict finding a quiet, unseen moment to remember. The blondes want the second story room, with more girlish decor and crumbling pink wallpaper. It's less of a decision than a badge of approval to be shown off to all. The brunette with curls doesn't really care where, as long as the back living room always allows the sun in. The redhead is lost on the third floor, between two rooms and a staircase where too many stolen kisses and forgotten books dwell. Unkept, laid so plainly, that other world of Holiday arrives. |
05-16-2006, 03:23 PM | #4355 (permalink) |
Winter is Coming
Location: The North
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I've clearly missed out on one of the greatest threads in this board. I would like to take this moment to say that High Sierra Hikers Association v. Blackwell, 390 F.3d 630 (9th Cir. 2004) is one of the most horrible cases ever, and I hope it dies in a grease fire.
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05-16-2006, 03:38 PM | #4356 (permalink) | |
Sky Piercer
Location: Ireland
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Admittedly, we are running through a kind of slow patch at the moment, but any time soon, it's going to roar back to life....I can feel it....
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05-16-2006, 11:43 PM | #4360 (permalink) | |
Casual... Real Casual
Location: Orstraylia
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Your kiddin' , right. read them all did ya? There will be an exam on this, you know, soon. real soon. So if yer lying, we'll find out! Maybe you better read them ALL, again....
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Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd |
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