skirttwlr

Who said anything about kicking cripples?

Oh shit, that reminds me of this time about 5 years back. I was working in an office building on 3rd avenue, and it was the lunch rush. I jaywalked across the street, and was weaving through the pedestrian cross-traffic on the sidewalk. Well, I guess I was the cross-traffic. Anyway, I was juking and weaving, and I see this big guy out of the corner of my eye. Am I going to run into him? No, I've got enough space. Then my foot catches something that feels like kicking a fiberglass tent pole. Oh shit, it's a cane! A blind man's cane!

Dude does a 360o pirouette, starts swinging his cane like it's a sabre, and shouting obscenities that would make even you blush. "What the fuck do I do? I want to help him. Sir? Sir? Shit, he hasn't stopped swinging his cane or swearing. Fuck, is there anything I can do?" I made the split-second decision that there was in fact nothing I could do to help. In through the revolving doors I went. A glance over my shoulder revealed that he was still waving his cane around, and presumably telling me he would rip my foot off, wipe my dirty ass with it, and then fuck me in the eye sockets with my big toe.

For the record, Merritt was the one throwing rocks at the cripples.

I was throwing empty beer bottles.

lame, lame, lame. sorry darlink!

the last time i got drunk with my pops he told me he was proud of me.

what can i say??? i'm my parent's favorite.

i can't wait to get my sailor tattoos. everytime i'll look at them i'll think of my pops.

I have to wear the Wonka outfit, huh?

I'm sure something can be arranged.

Yeah, I think I'll do my best to avoid that. Any pointers?

I have a date, maybe tonight, with my crush!! Tee-hee!

So tell me, who do you think it is?

But, um... wouldn't it be... kinda public, um knowledge... at that point?

Kinda like a psychic predicting after the fact that an earthquake was bound to happen when it did because of astrological convergences or some shit like that.

So, what I'm saying is that you're a no-talent hack who doesn't really even have a clue who I have a crush on, and who's afraid to reveal herself as such. That's what I'm saying.

oooh presents i am so excited how did you know my birthday was tommorrow?

yah i am heading back to school where i have a scholarship for writing (yah poetry contests) and radio broadcasting so this will once again cost me nothing to live i rock penniless and living like a king. it's the american dream, or at least the lazy american dream. i would gladly come up and visit if i had a ticket i would be there thursday but sadly no ticket, unless you're offering, just kidding luvs much this lazy do nothing writer boy from utah.

godamn it skirttwlr, i think i love you

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[Edited on Aug 19, 2005 8:18AM]

Hey u!

As for "tasty pudding"--well that is not my line and while lame--hmm could apply to a certain hot girl I know who is quite tasty!

Forget the AA friend and Vegas--sounds like a mutually exclusive proposition.

And as for the verses of the day--well they are not Shakespeare, that is 4 sure! What happened to "Summer's Day"???

More later . . .

hey tasty pudding, dylan & cohen are the answers you seek from us.

ok so mabye i should review my posts for spelling errors before i send them, Eh. And as always i have enough tasty pudding to go around.

Yeah Im staying in Oakland.

yeah im well late on this but. battle royale

nice pics, you should tell yer boss that the christian music has enlightened you and you couldnt possibly worship properly at such a small desk. a larger one would raise you higher to that jeebus your so keen on. or you could mutiny and leave her in the desert for fire ants to gnaw on. i dunno, i'm just throwing out ideas.

I'm relieved to know I'll be in good company.