Today I punched my nemesis in the head. Really hard. Not quite the vengance I was hoping for, butt its a start.
Help is coming, one day late.
My mom needs a cult. Something less kooky and dangerous than Jim Jones and those mothership people and less financially demanding than the Scientologists.
An added bonus if their members are required to have cornrows. Also, must like pets.
If you hear of such a cult, get back to me.
An added bonus if their members are required to have cornrows. Also, must like pets.
If you hear of such a cult, get back to me.
thorazeen:
Have you heard of the Poo Ping Palace in Texas?
Tomorrow is "Casual Suit" Friday.
Tomorrow is "Casual Suit" Friday.
bbellicose:
Thanks for the recommendation. 
No matter how many times I drive by it, I am never truly prepared for cowshwitz.
Poll Questions Results:
Mayonaise laced Mac N Cheese
Sushi
Moldy Bread
Cock
Mayonaise laced Mac N Cheese
Sushi
Moldy Bread
Cock
thorazeen:
Red Bull
Poll Question:
What is the grossest thing you've ever had in your mouth either on accident or on purpose? Did you eat it?
The public has a right to know.
What is the grossest thing you've ever had in your mouth either on accident or on purpose? Did you eat it?
The public has a right to know.
HAPPY FEET (RSF)
para dWeeb
Someone chopped off my happy feet
And made me sad and blue
Someone chopped off my happy feet
When the took me away from you
para dWeeb
Someone chopped off my happy feet
And made me sad and blue
Someone chopped off my happy feet
When the took me away from you
Crunchy or Creamy?
99 Luftballons or 99 Red Ballons?
Mild or Spicy?
The red pill or the blue pill?
99 Luftballons or 99 Red Ballons?
Mild or Spicy?
The red pill or the blue pill?
George Jackson (Dylan)
...
Sometimes I think this whole world
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners
The rest of us are guards. ...
...
Sometimes I think this whole world
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners
The rest of us are guards. ...
signalnoise:
pants = overrated
PURITY
(Sullivan) 1990
The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession
Drawing lines of grey across the sky
With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder
In hunger and impatience we cry
The battle against corruption rages in each corner
There must be something better, something pure
And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities
Come the...
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(Sullivan) 1990
The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession
Drawing lines of grey across the sky
With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder
In hunger and impatience we cry
The battle against corruption rages in each corner
There must be something better, something pure
And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities
Come the...
Read More