Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
'Of what?' You ask.
Ha, ha... that remains to be seen!
'Of what?' You ask.
Ha, ha... that remains to be seen!
LOZEN.... you guys rock! 
argonautgod:
I hate... not having the ability to touchtype else I'd have noticed that what I previous typed in this box wasn't being typed in the box at all. It's a poker up the clacker that.
What form of liberal do you hate. The American style or the European style. I am told there is a distinct difference. Allegedly!
Oh yes... fuck art salesmen, and anyone named Art Salesman to boot. Sack of turds can never price a picture right. Last place I went to, everything was overpriced by 25%. Scarcity power.
What form of liberal do you hate. The American style or the European style. I am told there is a distinct difference. Allegedly!
Oh yes... fuck art salesmen, and anyone named Art Salesman to boot. Sack of turds can never price a picture right. Last place I went to, everything was overpriced by 25%. Scarcity power.
bleeding hearts and liberals, capitol and pomp... sympathy and devils, grinning eating lunch... lifting spirits high and learning every stunt... lifted by the seat of the clergy man and stump... grinning teeth and skin at every bloody launch of that eveready vehicle of eversteady gait
this is what i hate
this is what i hate
syntropia:
I'm not entirely sure what I meant by that last statement, but I do remember being rather annoyed at having been lured into a conversation with an Art salesman... ughh.
Relinquishing debt, visit with the vet, these are the signs of an ever changing time. Mind you, the trinkets are off the table, and although I'm still stable I'm blind to the cause.
Don't wander around my grave. At least ponder the grave. That day when I heard the cause... the noise was deafening, the din, the stench of ethanol. At least like minded twits...
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Don't wander around my grave. At least ponder the grave. That day when I heard the cause... the noise was deafening, the din, the stench of ethanol. At least like minded twits...
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste.
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syntropia:
Good God... those are'nt fakies... they're just numb from a heavy diet of pre-pakaged photons and processed astringents! 
argonautgod:
astringents!!!!
Jesus wept, that's a word. My god I'm ashamed to doubt that vocabulary. I shall plunge the monarch's hands in neoprene tits first post haste or whenever I have the bollocks and wherewithal to do so, whatever comes first.
Jesus wept, that's a word. My god I'm ashamed to doubt that vocabulary. I shall plunge the monarch's hands in neoprene tits first post haste or whenever I have the bollocks and wherewithal to do so, whatever comes first.
To put it quite frankly, against all better judgement I've fallen for my ideal match who just so happens to be living with her girlturnboyfriend and I have no idea how to forget about the best sex I've had in 7 years combined with discovering that all of the traits I could wish for in a lover and a companion can... and do... exist in...
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argonautgod:
Man that rugby is a vicious game.
That is all. I think.
I reserve the right to blight your page with nonsense.
That is all. I think.
I reserve the right to blight your page with nonsense.
argonautgod:
Tsk, not responding to my pish. Tsk.
Pish > piss.
Pish > piss.
Pincussions are my astro gliders, and people sure do know how to bring a boy down!
Yargit Targit
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syntropia:
'It is plain to see that the natives are purely organic in nature, and the napalm supplies are dwindling Cap'n. Shall we switch to free cable??'
Yargit Targit
Yargit
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Yargit
Yargit
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syntropia:
Targit
Targit
Targit
argonautgod:
T!
Lousy shot!
Rap King.
Yelp!
I apologise for the above. That's just too bizarre.
Lousy shot!
Rap King.
Yelp!
I apologise for the above. That's just too bizarre.
I seem to becoming distorted... such endless variations, just many variations on a pause...
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syntropia:
Just my cauliflower ear!
argonautgod:
Cauliflower ear... shit, that's put me in my place then.... arse.
I've just realised I fecked up the spelling of distored... I did it again, shit... distorted. There, nailed the fecker.
I've just realised I fecked up the spelling of distored... I did it again, shit... distorted. There, nailed the fecker.
As usual... meet, interact, lights go up, got the number, right, right, memories of a Saturday night...
Unless there is not a computer handy. Or a library. Or a nudie bar. Or a dumb animal to point at. Or...