meta:
Jack, you're adorable. if you weren't in Japan and I weren't rife with insanity, I'd totally make out with you a little.
hehheheh.
hehheheh.
thejack:
Thank You, Macromedia
meta:
ehh, I think "love, jack" depends on the context. are you IN LOVE with your exes, or do you just love them in general, as human beings? and do they KNOW the difference?
bleah. I'm done talking about this.
LOVE,
KRYSTEN
bleah. I'm done talking about this.
LOVE,
KRYSTEN
thejack:
Er, is there a difference?
I took a terrible knock to the head when I was a young 'un and I seem to be unable to differentiate.
Call me simple like that.
I took a terrible knock to the head when I was a young 'un and I seem to be unable to differentiate.
Call me simple like that.
meta:
you were born a guy with an ironic facial expression and floofy hair?
your poor mum!
your poor mum!
Meet Mister Howard.
He has two children that he loves more than anything in the world, but he despises the fact that he is married.
Ironic enough for you motherfuckers? Probably not.
Mister Howard is Australian.
He is pictured here, asleep on a stinky plastic couch, because he would rather do this than go home to his wife.
Stuff like this makes me think...
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He has two children that he loves more than anything in the world, but he despises the fact that he is married.
Ironic enough for you motherfuckers? Probably not.
Mister Howard is Australian.
He is pictured here, asleep on a stinky plastic couch, because he would rather do this than go home to his wife.
Stuff like this makes me think...
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thejack:
Random Images
(Huffs, puffs, and blows your shit down.)
I am one of three little pigs:
Not of stone nor timber was built mine abode,
Straw was the choice I made.
A great wolf did appear before my door,
And not by the hair of my chinny chin chin did I swear to let him in.
So he huffed.
He puffed.
And blew my reality in.
Well...
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I am one of three little pigs:
Not of stone nor timber was built mine abode,
Straw was the choice I made.
A great wolf did appear before my door,
And not by the hair of my chinny chin chin did I swear to let him in.
So he huffed.
He puffed.
And blew my reality in.
Well...
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There's this little thing over here we call the "Alien Card".
It certifies that, yes indeed, you are a foreign national. It is surrendurable upon internment or exit from Nippon, whichever comes first.
It also serves as ID, which never seems to come in handy unless you're making a membership at a video rental place or being arrested. So in those regards...
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It certifies that, yes indeed, you are a foreign national. It is surrendurable upon internment or exit from Nippon, whichever comes first.
It also serves as ID, which never seems to come in handy unless you're making a membership at a video rental place or being arrested. So in those regards...
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Work always sounds and looks so nice in principle and on paper.
It is simple really: spend some time exerting a certain amount of energy, and receive some form of compensation.
Thus, work is much like taking a shit. In addition to the above similarities, they also both often stink and leave a body feeling empty.
How I love the yen! (5)
I will whore...
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It is simple really: spend some time exerting a certain amount of energy, and receive some form of compensation.
Thus, work is much like taking a shit. In addition to the above similarities, they also both often stink and leave a body feeling empty.
How I love the yen! (5)
I will whore...
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