Quote:
Originally posted by Kanzen
*sigh* my hard work goes overlooked yet again:[ Link ]
You keep getting the very last post on a page..It's easy to miss.
Cool story though. Juju has done that to me before too..you get over it.
- Goto:
- Go
Honda_X 17 years ago
You keep getting the very last post on a page..It's easy to miss.
Cool story though. Juju has done that to me before too..you get over it.
EricLindros 17 years ago
Scary Story:
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
[Deleted] 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by franklin
look at Tino takin cheap shots at the public schools in the US
cheap?
you said it man..
Kanzen 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by EricLindros
Scary Story:
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
franklin 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by Latino
...
cheap?
you said it man..
your retirement fund get pissed on again?
Andromalic 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by EricLindros
Scary Story:
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
So what do you call this one?
Smithrolled?
Freshrolled?
i R n00b
[Deleted] 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by franklin
...
your retirement fund get pissed on again?
nuh man, my stocks are up....america is close to recession, your interest rates were reduced again, and my local stocks went up cause of it!!! w00t!
Kanzen 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by Andrewr05
...
So what do you call this one?
Smithrolled?
Freshrolled?
i R n00b
Honda_X 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by EricLindros
Scary Story:
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Damn, that took too long to upload..
Fucking dial up.
Andromalic 17 years ago
Thats as far as I got before I had a:Quote:
Originally posted by EricLindros
Scary Story:
A young girl had a pajama party with several of her teenage friends attending. Shortly before midnight she told her guests that there was a grave in the edge of the woods behind her house and anyone going there on a full moon and standing to close to the grave would be pulled into the grave by the bony hand of the old man buried there. One 15 year old girl scoffed at the story and after much teasing accepted the challenge of going alone to the grave. As proof In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground...
MOMENT
[Deleted] 17 years ago
this is my complaint about Hondas new job..
It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, His Ice cream job's attempts to paralyze needed efforts to draw an accurate portrait of its ideological alignment will earn it automatic membership in Satan's inner circle. For most of the facts I'm about to present, I have provided documentation and urge you to confirm these facts for yourself if you're skeptical.
His Ice cream job's utterances are a grotesque-to-the-core circle that begins and ends with His Ice cream job. Think I'm exaggerating? Just ask any of the most valuable members of our community and they'll all tell you how there is something grievously wrong with those unambitious varmints who place licentious meatheads at the top of the social hierarchy. Shame on the lot of them! It's unfortunate that His Ice cream job has no real morals. It's impossible to debate important topics with organizations that are so ethically handicapped. All kidding aside, His Ice cream job likes to make higher education accessible only to those in the higher echelons of society. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, His Ice cream job and its hatchet men will run for cover, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must raise a stink about His Ice cream job and its insipid perorations.
His Ice cream job needs to stop living in a fool's paradise. It's that simple. His Ice cream job had previously claimed that it had no intention to exclude all people and proposals that oppose its jaundiced long-term goals. Of course, shortly thereafter, that's exactly what it did. Next, it denied that it would achieve total world domination. We all know what happened then. Now, His Ice cream job would have us believe it'd never ever ridicule, parody, censor, and downgrade opposing ideas. Will it? Go figure. My view is that one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. His Ice cream job, however, is more likely to call for ritualistic invocations of needlessly formal rules. Our goal must now be to invigorate the effort to reach solutions by increasing the scope of the inquiry rather than by narrowing or abandoning it. If you believe that that's a worthwhile goal, then I can clearly use your help. Let me hear from you.
It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, His Ice cream job's attempts to paralyze needed efforts to draw an accurate portrait of its ideological alignment will earn it automatic membership in Satan's inner circle. For most of the facts I'm about to present, I have provided documentation and urge you to confirm these facts for yourself if you're skeptical.
His Ice cream job's utterances are a grotesque-to-the-core circle that begins and ends with His Ice cream job. Think I'm exaggerating? Just ask any of the most valuable members of our community and they'll all tell you how there is something grievously wrong with those unambitious varmints who place licentious meatheads at the top of the social hierarchy. Shame on the lot of them! It's unfortunate that His Ice cream job has no real morals. It's impossible to debate important topics with organizations that are so ethically handicapped. All kidding aside, His Ice cream job likes to make higher education accessible only to those in the higher echelons of society. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, His Ice cream job and its hatchet men will run for cover, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must raise a stink about His Ice cream job and its insipid perorations.
His Ice cream job needs to stop living in a fool's paradise. It's that simple. His Ice cream job had previously claimed that it had no intention to exclude all people and proposals that oppose its jaundiced long-term goals. Of course, shortly thereafter, that's exactly what it did. Next, it denied that it would achieve total world domination. We all know what happened then. Now, His Ice cream job would have us believe it'd never ever ridicule, parody, censor, and downgrade opposing ideas. Will it? Go figure. My view is that one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. His Ice cream job, however, is more likely to call for ritualistic invocations of needlessly formal rules. Our goal must now be to invigorate the effort to reach solutions by increasing the scope of the inquiry rather than by narrowing or abandoning it. If you believe that that's a worthwhile goal, then I can clearly use your help. Let me hear from you.
[Deleted] 17 years ago
Quote:
Originally posted by Andrewr05
i art thou now confusethed...
its ok...i got onions..
and im also pissing lattes right now, ive drank oh so much coffee today
Andromalic 17 years ago
I'm surprised I haven't died of dehydration, I pretty much havent drank anything but coffee and beer at all since 8:00AM (its 2:00AM now)
Plus smoking doesn't help either...
Plus smoking doesn't help either...
- Goto:
- Go
