hey im a comment whore too ... do i need to repent for that or somthing... ah who cares i got ringside seats in hell.

im a whore a comment whore and i dont care who knows.

hmmmm.. im not usually into love songs, but that ones good..but you see that its bittersweet because now i want some lovin, but...nope..cupid hates me..dammit.

I was like right on cool. Then you break the news

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hey...i am looking for persons to model for me in the cities here, check the TCSG board...nothing pornographic or risque, just working on my design portfolio and need some new faces...was wondering if you're available ever and how much you might charge as a modelling fee.
let me know.
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furburger...

coitus (the bear)...







I solemly swear to never use that second word on your journal again...except I prolly will. Sorry.

I missed being able to read your journal while I was in the Keys. I had a lot of fun but I missed hearing about you life. how is the arm healing up?

moral soldier seems to be the bigger comment whore
life is always good when theres a biiger whore.....

hey hey now what's that smell
just like cornbread done to well
what you need you know i got
now hands up who wants to rock

itching to go back to the 22... when should I? hopefully there will be a 12 minute rendition of Alice in Chains

beautiful song. well im back from vegas and i brought you back a teddy bear ill have a pic of it for you in the pic section at some point hehe.

nothing wrong with being a comment whore, as long as you are accepting of it! and besides, i like your comments upon comments. it's neato. and that's high praise indeed!

HOLD ON
HOLD ON
BABY YOU HAVE TO
HOLD ON
-Tom Waits

When I first read poignant in your journal I thought is said pregnant. Of course, I had to read closer to find out how a song could be pregnant... then I did research. It was inconclusive.

So, I guess what I'm saying, is that I'm going to need you to explain what you didn't say to me. I'll expect a memo on my desk by 5:00.

I'll have my secretary fax over the proper forms.


Signed,



Your bitch.

Also, more lyrics (Tom Waits again, inspired by another post here:

We sail tonight for Singapore
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for tawny moor
Took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen
Walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind
Dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

We sail tonight for Singapore
Don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear the children cry.
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
While making feet for children shoes
Through the alley
Back from Hell
When you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me.

Wipe him down with gasoline
Till his arms are hard and mean,
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away boys.

We sail tonight for Singapore
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door
The whole town is made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away, boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf
He's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King

So take this ring


2 or so posts isn't much of a flood at all, but sleep is required for further flooding.