The threads on rep and Ignore reminded me about this. I added a few people just to see what it does a while ago and forgot about it. Does anyone know what happens when you put people on your "Buddy List"? Nothing happened that I noticed. [Reply]
Originally Posted by kcnut:
Simplex why you attack me.
I love you nut, but there would be no mistaking your posting style. Now that badgirlWhoScrewsLesboBikersWithTheHerp is gone the attacking is done, it's all in fun now. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Simplex3:
I love you nut, but there would be no mistaking your posting style. Now that badgirlWhoScrewsLesboBikersWithTheHerp is gone the attacking is done, it's all in fun now.
Originally Posted by Halfcan:
This thread is useless without pics?
Put the bottle down and step away. Crawl slowly to the bedroom, then lie down in the bed. Keep one hand on the floor to minimize the bed spins, then come back tomorrow. [Reply]
Put the bottle down and step away. Crawl slowly to the bedroom, then lie down in the bed. Keep one hand on the floor to minimize the bed spins, then throw away your computer halfbit. [/Simplex3] [Reply]
Originally Posted by unlurking:
Put the bottle down and step away. Crawl slowly to the bedroom, then lie down in the bed. Keep one hand on the floor to minimize the bed spins, then throw away your computer halfbit. [/Simplex3]
Originally Posted by unlurking:
Rush blahblahblahblah Rush blahblahblahblah Rush [/half]
Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held
In narrow bands of white
The sun is turning black
The world is turning gray
All the stars fade from the night
The oceans drain away
Horizon to Horizon
memory written of the wind
Fading away like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane
In a Vapor Trail
Atmospheric phases make the transitory last
Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past
Silence all the songbirds
Stilled by the killing frost
Forest burn to ashes
Everything is lost
Originally Posted by Halfcan:
Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight
Trails of condensation held
In narrow bands of white
The sun is turning black
The world is turning gray
All the stars fade from the night
The oceans drain away
Horizon to Horizon
memory written of the wind
Fading away like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane
In a Vapor Trail
Atmospheric phases make the transitory last
Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past
Silence all the songbirds
Stilled by the killing frost
Forest burn to ashes
Everything is lost
Washed away like footprints in the rain
In a Vapor Trail
Jack, relax. Get busy with the facts
No zodiacs, or almanacs
No maniacs in polyester slacks
Just the FAX (facts)
Gonna kick some gluteus max
It's a parralax ya dig
It's all jet big it's a rig
It's action, reaction, random interaction
So who's afraid of a little abstraction
Can't get no satisfaction from the facts
Ya better run homeboy
Facts are facts from Nome to Rome boy
What's the deal?
Spin the wheel
If the dice are hot, take a shot
Play your cards, show us what ya got
What your holdin
If the cards are cold don't go folden
Lady Luck is golden
She favors the bold, that's cold
The night starts playin saxophones
So get out there and rock, and roll the bones.
Originally Posted by badgirl:
Because he chooses to pack up and hit the road is MY fault he is a grown man, he can make his own damn decisions that has nothing to do with me. Maybe he is tired of that stinkhole Springfield and wants to get some fresh air, who the hell knows
You must've lived on the northside. You certainly fit the stereotype. [Reply]
