What is this 13,000 you speak of?

I'm seeing 12560.


Correction, 12561.

Playin' with your head. :devious:

Damn all these head games!

Head me off at the pass.

How about this one?
There's no need to cringe at it.
One two five six four.

((1+2)-5)+6=4

I headed you off at the pass...

slippage
 

Back on the horse,

12567

damn, I thought we were having a countdown.

1, 2, 5, 6, 8 what is our fate?

Of coursing...

12-5=7+0=7

These phonies
can possibly do:
we make them.

Into symphonies.

Run for the hills!
 

Can you hear
that I'm drooling?
...just asking.

12-5-2=(-2)+7

(Whatever, it's another post)

Whatever 2

12573 not a pallindrome

Happy weekend, I'll be checking in from Brevard!

hmm.

Brevard, that put in in the mood for thee obscene. Fast, Filthy, Offensive street punk right outta Cocoa.
http://a904.ac-images.myspacecdn.com...b045f9fb67.jpg

so its 4:14 in the a.m. Once again im quite restless, this insomnia spell seems ongoing.

i think im going to do some -shudders- school work.

Tell one school resource officer to suck you balls and it bites you in the ass forever. oh well, im paying for it now.

Obsidian blades?

Fuck with your soul like ether.

Ether was a painful anesthesia...back in 1965.....

nasty stuff...

nope, just plane out obscene.
nothing geological about 'em.

ether huh?

get some started fluid, a ziplock baggie, and some good ole' h20. before you know it the ether will have you riding the zephyrs.

My painfully funny ether story ...due to Philadelphia pediatric medical wisdom of the time, our pediatrician recommended that my brother and I be circumcised though we were already 6 & 8 yo at the time and as far as we knew, we had not yet spread diseases all over the area. Back in the late 1950's, though I like some of the cars of the era, they were still using ether for anesthesia and even something as simple as circumcision was a three day in the hospital ordeal between admittance and prep, the operation, plus a day of recovery. The worst part of the ether is the enduring nasty nauseous aftertaste. Put my vote in for the good old mohel. After we got home, we both had a large wad of gauze stuck to our pulsating pistons of pleasure for a couple days, I remember taking a bath with that soaked weight hanging.

We used ether in high school biology to stun those little fruit flies into cooperating with evolutionary theories and now I use it to start my lawnmower.

"Profugus Mortis return to Oshawa!"

Saturday April 5th
at the

Royal Canadian Legion Hall
471 Simcoe Street, Oshawa Ontario
6:30 PM

It's a metal rampage! (also my nephew's band).

Metal rampage...reminds me of when I was a machinist...
the hot metal curled shavings, sometimes would fly into the front of
my shirt...dropping into my cleavage...

oh what a frantic dance that was....

He found my olives
and I have been transported.
I can't do the math.

And I love you.

And I love you.

Olives have no Transported Fat.......

I need to order a bigger bathtub......

lover...

Unable, maybe;
unwilling to understand,
we produce ourselves.

-1-2-5÷-8=4÷4


(Whatever...wishful thinking, such as it is.)

Yes we do darlin'

Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong
Keep their heads ringin...

Thanks Doc....
it just may cure this stinking flu-bug that bit me.

Take 2 and call me in the mornin. :thumbsup:

:P

...is a Tom Waits kinda mornin'........

again I woke to Sleepy Hollow, the greatest morning radio show in the entire Universe, even all parallel Universes. They do play more than their share of Tom Waits, so I think you'd enjoy it, ring.

Sleepy fellows today....

I am blind without my sense of smell....

looking forward to the awakenings....

I have ideas,
although mostly prurient.
I need my itch scratched.


12-5-9=-2

randomation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is crazy!

Que locura!

¿Qué?

shit i just woke up 2 hours ago, its going to be a loooonnnnnggg night.

12596 on page 315 ...nothing more to say right now.

Well I guess I could say a little more. Since I just posted about this in the roadside food attractions thread ...I know, what am I doing out of Nonsense, but excuse me, I was just looking for more nonsense in the disguise of no nonsense... so anyway, earlier this evening I had a pretty damn good Philly cheesesteak with fried onions, mayo, and ketchup plus an Italian roast pork sandwich with broccoli rabe and sharp Provolone; this was eaten at Tony Luke's, a nice little roadside joint in South Philly. Some say it's the best ...I don't know about absolute best, but it is pretty damn good.

An estimation
of how long that might become
might be in order.

Maybe the longest lonely nights by Lee Andrews and The Hearts, of course.

Sup.

I miss the hoagies....from...shoot trying to remember the place....
not too far from Hatboro though...