Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.
[So i'm home by myself a lot of the time and i'm used to just taking a piss with the bathroom door open but lately i've been doing it while other people are home. Haven't gotten caught yet but it's bound to happen sometime.] What can i do to break this?
Going clubbing tomorrow. Need to restock the ol' armory, if you will.
Would you kindly fuck off? This is my month.
The internet bores me, i'm down to 3 mints, and i have no color pencils. At least i don't have to practice the trombone.
I can't take it anymore. Decide how i an hero. And for god's sake be creative.
Til my birthday FUCK YEAR
Do people use the word talk when they're communicating over the internet?
Okay Max Bemis is fuckin sweet and i totally love his parts in all these songs but THE GUY FROM SAVES THE FUCKING DAY IS RUINING THIS BAND SWEET JESUS I WANT HIM OUT OF THERE.
Go get your knife, and come in. Lay down. Now kiss me. Winner gets whatever.
Cause it matches your eyes. Holy fuck i love the Deftones
5 pages full of threads with the tag "unban Xendran"? Maybe it is just me but the only thing i remember about the dude was that he was/is really good at Rockband. Why is he so goddamn important?
God damn. http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2003/10/24/1066631598678.html
No, you haven't done anything wrong. Not yet, anyway. What do you do to fall asleep? Count sheep, backwards from 100, etc etc.
"Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose----- Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well." Welcome to Rapture. Be it by plane or boat, an accident of some sort has brought you here. This massive, once thriving underwater metropolis is falling apart. Renegade splicers are everywhere, competing with the Little sisters and their protective Big Daddies for Adam. You do not know how you got here, but you do know you need to get out. Somewhere in here there must be a way to get out. Your goals are to find it, and try not to die in the process. (Obviously experience playing Bioshock is needed) Template Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: "Jack" or Little Sister: Weapons (2-3) (If Little Sister, choose type of Big Daddy) (Must include a Melee): Plasmids (2-3): Tonic (1): Anything Else: Test Paragraph (How you came to Rapture):
http://z9.invisionfree.com/Pokeclipse/index.php?showtopic=229 Please tell me this is one big elaborate joke on the rest of the internet. Please, tell me there aren't actually people out there that believe this. Please.
It's an invitation to this thing this summer, the Oxford/Cambridge Prep Experience, or something like that.I got invited because i did good on my PSAT, according to them. I think i could've done better, but whatever. And it looks fucking sweet, lots of interesting things to do and all that, cool classes, field trips, etc etc. Cost about 7000 dollars, though, so i don't think i'm gonna go.
Diet coke with lime > everything else
My whole world just blurred, and now my brain hurts. Everything's a bit fuzzy and tilted. What's up, Doc? *fucked up the title, i know.
Everybody started having sex The music was way too powerful A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits It was disgusting to say the least Oh! A boombox can change the world You gotta know your limits with a boombox This was a cautionary tale A boombox is not a toy
