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Achewood => Achewood => Topic started by: V-Adore on October 02, 2005, 06:09:41 pm
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Started to get a new thread underway.
I sort of like the singular "herpe," if only because of its total uselessness.
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I liked the designation of "Fool's Herpes" to the ingrown pube. That's awesome.
Also, who among us has not felt like Beef in the dildo store? Especially the description of the clerk. This is truth. I'd love to see Pat's take on service in the dildo store.
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I sort of like the singular "herpe," if only because of its total uselessness.
I love how it makes me think of multiple possible ways to pronounce it, or misspell it depending on how it's probably meant to be pronounced
for instance herp or herpay, or herpee or herpy respectively.
Never mind me.
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i've had one of those ingrown hairs! Not pleasant!
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"yes please just one real basic manageable dildo"
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"yes please just one real basic manageable dildo"
He should've added "and without an insulting name like 'My First Dildo'"
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aparrish's brief review of sex toy stores he's been to in his life.
Good Vibrations in Berkeley, CA: A+! Friendly staff did not make me feel like a dick.
Toys in Babeland in New York, NY: F! Exactly like Beef's experience except I was there with my girlfriend. Staff seemed to wish that we hadn't even come into the store, actively avoided answering questions, eyed us suspiciously as if we had no right to partake in their lurid, pierced Lesbian world. F!
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Man sometimes I'm really glad that I don't know anybody like Ray. And I'm pretty much always glad that I don't know anybody like Lyle. So do people seriously get like this when they smoke?
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I am very fond of the phrase "dang endoplasmic reticulum."
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Man sometimes I'm really glad that I don't know anybody like Ray. And I'm pretty much always glad that I don't know anybody like Lyle. So do people seriously get like this when they smoke?
Yes.
I know one Ray, and about ten Lyles. The machete-themed party seriously sounded like something the "Ray" I know would instigate.
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Man sometimes I'm really glad that I don't know anybody like Ray. And I'm pretty much always glad that I don't know anybody like Lyle. So do people seriously get like this when they smoke?
Yes.
I know one Ray, and about ten Lyles. The machete-themed party seriously sounded like something the "Ray" I know would instigate.
Ok, it's pretty commonsensical, really. You know those people you know who are idiots/assholes when they drink? They're probably idiots and assholes when they smoke weed.
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Dammit, I'm trying very hard not to post in a crude way a question about how balls figure into Pat's breats=dancing equation and it's very hard to do.
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I like to keep orange juice in my pocket.
OK, no I don't. Is this like stuffing your crotch with a sock, or what?
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Dammit, I'm trying very hard not to post in a crude way a question about how balls figure into Pat's breats=dancing equation and it's very hard to do.
Don't worry CJ it's just like the whole barbed c*ck thing, sometimes you have to be... direct. Again harkening back to when I taught sex ed to teens, sometimes using the medical jargon helps to work these things out.
I would think that the testicles, being liquid filled, would really be a good tool to work with, but I doubt that Pat would even be able to make the leap to focusing on his testies while dancing. I mean, he's already doing a fairly non-sexual form of dancing. If you look at the sort of dancing that focuses on the crotch area, the Lambada is central, and it's pretty obvious that Pat could not handle the Lambada. Even when he's thinking about a women's body, he's thinking about it with anger. But then, I could argue that a higher centre of gravity - the breasts- are more benificial to dancing than a groin level centre of gravity.
But I've just spent a paragraph talking about testicles and breasts and gravity, so I sort of want to stop. Still, I remember about five years ago there was a whole dick-for-a-day thing that was really popular, where famous women wrote about what they would do if they had a dick for a day. I remember thinking in my own case, how it would probably drastically effect how I move. And also that I would really take the time to enjoy peeing out doors.
Did I already talk about the feminine urine despenser here? I don't think so, but sorry if I'm repeating myself.... Anyway, when I was a teenager, my mom regularly got this catalogue of random shit, and it had all sorts of stupid stuff in it. Crazy inventions like tools for complexly braiding your hair and those towels that are compressed into the size of a credit card - "great for travel," and one time, one of the items in it was a feminine urine despenser - a crotch funnel, with a container and release drain - "great for travel." I cut it out and took it to school - showed it to everyone I could. I was deeply facinated by the whole thing, especially since the Mike Watt song "Piss Bottle Man" had come out around the same time.
Anyway, back on topic - What Pat is forgetting is that breasts impede the ability to dance for one very important reason: It's way harder to see your feet, and feet are the most important part of dancing.
Also, I have my own story about trying to buy a dildo. But it's almost midnight, and I don't want to get into a long story about why I had to call the Mastercard people right now.
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"Simple, easy-to-have breasts" is a fabulous line. You go, Pat.
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I know the whole Phillipe suffering thing has been done and everyone is probably over it but I'm just sitting here waiting for the horrible horrible thing that is going to happen to that bird.
Or possibly to Phillipe. I'm half-waiting for the post where Teodore talks about having to take Phillipe to the emergency room because he was mauled by the hawk he kept trying to play with.
And Molly has odd takes on relationships, I'm not sure whether she intends the 'stick his hand in some macaroni' advice to be serious or not, sometimes she seems messed up enough that it would be.
I cannot decide whether advice given by a cartoon cat was sincere.
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We totally owned that "pigs in a dice cup" game when I was young. How strange to see it show up again.
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I think there's an online version somewhere, but I don't have time to search for it right now.
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I think there's an online version somewhere, but I don't have time to search for it right now.
That is the slogan of the internet.
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BLOG UPDATES: Philippe buys a toy for his new son, Molly relates an absolutely filthy tale, I saw something on Sunday, Nice Pete's book update, Ray's update accidentally deleted | Strip updates noon PDT
This is worth having.
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Did anyone catch Ray's entry, if there was one?
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I think there's an online version somewhere, but I don't have time to search for it right now.
Is it this? (http://www.fontface.com/games/pigs/)
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The damn computer cheats!
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I kicked the computers ass 2 out of 3, but yeah I think it was cheating. But then I got a double snouter and the damn thing gave up. What a poor loser.
~Paul
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Still, I remember about five years ago there was a whole dick-for-a-day thing that was really popular.
Now how did I miss this?
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So, I haven't figured out exactly how this relates to Achewood today yet, but I wanted it to be perfectly clear how much I hate you all for sucking away all of my productivity for a good ten minutes.
Also, I kicked the computer's ASS!
Carry on.
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Did anyone catch Ray's entry, if there was one?
Apparently Chris did, and it wasn't really a big loss.
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Crazy inventions like tools for complexly braiding your hair and those towels that are compressed into the size of a credit card - "great for travel," and one time, one of the items in it was a feminine urine despenser - a crotch funnel, with a container and release drain - "great for travel."
A girl I worked with at the campus radio station in college used this invention as the basis for her air name - the product in question was called the "Lady John" or something like that and she dubbed herself "Lady J."
I know this to be the provenance of her airname because people always used to ask "You mean like the chick from GI Joe?!?" when they met her.
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Pat's October 13th update:
A frenzied night on the history channel message boards; this depressed me immediately after I read it. Chiding top-down freeware is pretty cool to me.
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Apparently my Blogger account has been hacked again. I would NEVER write any such SENSELESS drivel as that latest entry on my Blog (http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2005/10/computer-software.html). I would suspect one of you, but since you all apparently have NOTHING better to do with your time than post on this RIDICULOUS message board, and since Onstad's moronity appears to you as brilliance, I doubt you'd have the intellectual fire-power to hack into ANYTHING except a box of cookies. Heaven help you if there's shrink-wrap inside.
No, I'm starting to think it might be Onstad. Well, he'll HEAR about this. I may take that damned pencil he's always chewing on and use to POKE OUT one of his eyes. In fact, I'll offer a plate of my famous cilantro-fried corn-paste nuggets to anyone who can find evidence of this.
I would never have written anything praiseworthy of computer software. That is so stupid. I do all my finances by hand, in ink, thank you very much.
Computer software is simply an attempt to defraud the members of the public out of their hard-earned money. I tried this so called FormatMaker 7 software once. A more pitiable attempt at usability I have never before seen. And I could swear that I could see my finances adjust themselves when I would enter in numbers. Well, if I cannot trust a computer program to know what I want, I am certainly not going to trust its pitiable attempts at mathematics. When I connected with my bank through my 2400 baud modem, it appeared as if my bank balance had gone down. I know I stopped payment after I came from the gas station (the attendant was insufficiently courteous). This was therefore impossible. The software was trying to steal my money!
The poster obviously felt that, since Women are stupid, he obviously hoped to tap into this universal feeling in order to make his point, but even this was part of the attempt at fraud. It doesn't matter how stupid you are, computer programs are designed to make you feel stupid. This is so when they crash, and you lose your poem or you cannot access your recipe file, you will feel that YOU messed it up. If this weren't so evil, it would be ingenious. As for FormatMaker 7, this software is simply not usable. Even a genius cannot use it, as I can tell you.
Rest assured that I am currently securing legal counsel so I can make my move against the makers of FormatMaker 7. It is for the good of the public at large.
I am also suing Toshiba, as merely flinging their laptop against the wall should not have caused this kind of damage. Once again, the public is being hoodwinked to think that THEY are the ones who are at fault, when some time and care in design and manufacturing would take care of all these details. Well, I for one am not going to stand for it.
--Pat Reynolds
PS: To the poster who said that I have my head "so far up" my "intestinal tract that" I appear "to be coughing up free Baby Ruth bars," all I have to say is this. I have your address. You're going to get a letter from me. Don't leave the house.
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I usually just skim all of the posts here to make sure no one is misbehaving or calling one of my homegirls a bitch or something, so when I first started reading your post I thought you were writing yourself, Null, and not quoting Pat.
Or is this pitiable Achewood fanfic? Is there anyone we should call...?
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If this is a Pat blog post, it's disappeared since it was posted. So fess up, Null: did you write it yourself?
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Null has proven himself (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=43041#43041) extraordinarily well in the writing-as-Pat method (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=42312#42312) in the past. I say tie a ribbon around his neck for this one, because it's golden, but I'm glad it's rare.
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Null has proven himself (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=43041#43041) extraordinarily well in the writing-as-Pat method (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=42312#42312) in the past. I say tie a ribbon around his neck for this one, because it's golden, but I'm glad it's rare.
Please tie something around my neck. Soon.
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Null has proven himself (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=43041#43041) extraordinarily well in the writing-as-Pat method (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=42312#42312) in the past. I say tie a ribbon around his neck for this one, because it's golden, but I'm glad it's rare.
Please tie something around my neck. Soon.
HA-HA! You think like Pat!
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Null: Damn brilliant. A+
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Catching up, I just noticed the entry in which Nice Pete says that the drawings he's made for his book are "what is inside my head." Please, if there is a God, let me never see this.
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Anyone can make up fake vegan shit that they sell at Whole Foods, but this
"żB-Eer," a yeastless beer which ferments with the help of baking soda and nasturtium pollen ... Phake Mushels' Brand hominy mussels: check. Burlington Bob's Cedar Soda: check. Souvlaki With a Conscience "Slaveless Universe" Souvlaki: check.
is virtuosic. Almost to the point of showing off.
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I love how Pat thinks everybody should live his little vegen eco-nerd lifestyle but is horrified by a woman who, based on her place of employment and grooming choices, probably agrees with him on a few points.
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Toflourkens!
This Pat entry is just incredible. I mean, wow. I can't even think of anything to say about it, except that Pat is hypocritical as usual.
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair. However, if I have been unwittingly ruining the shopping experience of jerks when I wear sleeveless shirts, so much the better.
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair.
We're talking about Pat here though, who's only vegan so he can annoy others and not because of a reasonable reason.
Plus, as has been mentioned Pat has issues with women obviously, and one running about au natural confounds and confuses him since he's unable to think outside of his own stereotypes. Armpit hair in Pat's mind = male and it makes him so angry on this particular female because it reminds him of what he really wants: AaaaaAAaarthur. (Or more likely Nice Pete with Star Sunglasses)
*Climbs off armchair now and throws away Do-It-Yourself Psychology Pamphlet; then maybe has a pudding pop*
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair.
We're talking about Pat here though, who's only vegan so he can annoy others and not because of a reasonable reason.
Plus, as has been mentioned Pat has issues with women obviously {snip}
Yes, I think it is quite safe to say that Pat has issues with women (and their easy-to-have breasts). Damn them all!
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair.
We're talking about Pat here though, who's only vegan so he can annoy others and not because of a reasonable reason.
Plus, as has been mentioned Pat has issues with women obviously {snip}
Yes, I think it is quite safe to say that Pat has issues with women (and their easy-to-have breasts). Damn them all!
If only I could have such luscious globes then truly a man would love me! Wait, what I mean is, um, women are vile and stupid creatures unfit for receiving love! </Pat>
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I usually just skim all of the posts here to make sure no one is misbehaving or calling one of my homegirls a bitch or something, so when I first started reading your post I thought you were writing yourself, Null, and not quoting Pat.
Or is this pitiable Achewood fanfic? Is there anyone we should call...?
You have homegirls??
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Man, Pat has his head so far up his intestinal tract that he appears to be coughing up free Baby Ruth bars.
Except they're probably those awful carob things.
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair. However, if I have been unwittingly ruining the shopping experience of jerks when I wear sleeveless shirts, so much the better.
As has already been said better, I don't think it generalizes to the entire vegan experience, just to Pat (who is vegan to give him a license to be self-righteous), for whom this absolutely makes sense.
And yes, when are he and Nice Pete just going to kiss already? Geez.
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Oh no, Phillipe really is going to kill a baby bird!
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I'd prefer to see him descend into nice pete-like plotting of the mother bird's death.
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I usually just skim all of the posts here to make sure no one is misbehaving or calling one of my homegirls a bitch or something, so when I first started reading your post I thought you were writing yourself, Null, and not quoting Pat.
Or is this pitiable Achewood fanfic? Is there anyone we should call...?
You have homegirls??
Where have you BEEN, Johnny Parallelogram, and how did you miss that week-long, mutual slobber-fest he engaged in with one of said homegirls?
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I usually just skim all of the posts here to make sure no one is misbehaving or calling one of my homegirls a bitch or something, so when I first started reading your post I thought you were writing yourself, Null, and not quoting Pat.
Or is this pitiable Achewood fanfic? Is there anyone we should call...?
You have homegirls??
Where have you BEEN, Johnny Parallelogram, and how did you miss that week-long, mutual slobber-fest he engaged in with one of said homegirls?
What? Someone AbnrmlJstr me the link to that.
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I don't buy it. I sure don't know any vegans who'd be offended by armpit hair. However, if I have been unwittingly ruining the shopping experience of jerks when I wear sleeveless shirts, so much the better.
Hahaha. I just imagined you shopping, turning to look at someone and just hell of shouting "DEAL WITH MY ARMPITS, ASSHOLE!"
I am also happy that Chris has a beard. Beard-wearers, unite! I'm trying to slowly nurse mine back to health, after the Great Interview Purging of September. Behold (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Bozack/face.jpg) the glory that one was.
Note- the patchy little mustache is gone; I've decided that one has to walk (beard) before one can run (mustache).
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The only logical response to that is to drop trou, give 'em the Texas Redeye and shout "deal with my Asshole, Armpits"!
If you're inclined to do such a thing.
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I am also happy that Chris has a beard. Beard-wearers, unite! I'm trying to slowly nurse mine back to health, after the Great Interview Purging of September. Behold (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Bozack/face.jpg) the glory that one was.
Note- the patchy little mustache is gone; I've decided that one has to walk (beard) before one can run (mustache).
Erm, but Chris said he didn't have a beard. He noted that his beard belief was thus only "theoretical."
Sorry.
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In the hopes of landing employment I too, a week ago, have shaven and shorn. Long hair is gone along with mustache and goatee. I feel naked but I look, like, 10 years younger.
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Where have you BEEN, Johnny Parallelogram, and how did you miss that week-long, mutual slobber-fest he engaged in with one of said homegirls?
What? Someone AbnrmlJstr me the link to that.
Guh. Apparently I am woefully inadequate at finding things to which I refer, but the lengthy saga finds its denouement here. (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=45464#45464)
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I'd prefer to see him descend into nice pete-like plotting of the mother bird's death.
Yes, me too, but in the end this kills the baby bird too. Noooo!
Also, I killed an entire nest full of baby robins when I was little. I never told anyone. My whole family had been enchanted by the nest full of little robins, then everyone just wondered where the nest went. I still feel guilty about that upside down nest, their fleshy heads and blind looking eyes. Sigh.
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Jesus. I just read a Philip K. Dick story about a man who, as a boy, helped his cat kill a bird. It's amazingly fucked, and is called "I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon." It's available in this volume (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0375706615/qid=1129854159/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-2287621-3135028?v=glance&s=books&n=507846), which I picked up on a whim. It is filled with amazingly kickass pieces. I suggest you purchase it POST HASTE.
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I had a beard last week. I was on vacation and I didn't shave the whole time.
~Paul
(http://www.paulmcrae.com/images/Miscellany/Misc/DSCN8225-E-450.jpg)
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Dang Paul, you look like Nice Pete's crazier brother in that picture.
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It's new Deserted Island Paul. With life-like Cannibal Action
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I'd prefer to see him descend into nice pete-like plotting of the mother bird's death.
Yes, me too, but in the end this kills the baby bird too. Noooo!
Also, I killed an entire nest full of baby robins when I was little. I never told anyone. My whole family had been enchanted by the nest full of little robins, then everyone just wondered where the nest went. I still feel guilty about that upside down nest, their fleshy heads and blind looking eyes. Sigh.
The Platonic Ideal of Robins has forgiven you. It is time to let it go. So speaks The Watcher!
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What... what is that? It's like some weight lifting from me... I... I feel so alive - so free! The guilt is gone! Yay! Ohh it feels so good to be free! Out into the sun shine-y day, tra, la, la, whee! Skipping along! whee!
Trip! Whoops! Ahh! Crash!
Oh no, help, I've broken my neck, and I can't get up! Help! Oh noo! I let my guard down, for just a moment, and Karma got me. Nooo! Noooooooo! Noooooooooooooooo! Damn you Watcher! I should have known not to trust you and your gang of good-looking misfits! I should have known. I. Should. Have. Known...... Gasp!
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Dangit, Null, why'd you have to go and kill her like that?!
Not cool, dude.
NOT. COOL.
Not cool.
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Am I the only one who could read Teodor and Ray phone transcriptions ALL DAY LONG?
Seriously... "YOU DO NOT WIN A THING" makes me laugh approximately 80 times a day since I read it.
Those guys are straight-up friends man. (http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=10152004)
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Nice Pete's party is a recipe for disaster.
~Paul
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Dangit, Null, why'd you have to go and kill her like that?!
Not cool, dude.
NOT. COOL.
Not cool.
It is the code of my race that we must never interfere, no matter how many chuckles might thus be obtained.
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Where have you BEEN, Johnny Parallelogram, and how did you miss that week-long, mutual slobber-fest he engaged in with one of said homegirls?
What? Someone AbnrmlJstr me the link to that.
Guh. Apparently I am woefully inadequate at finding things to which I refer, but the lengthy saga finds its denouement here. (http://achewood.plagiarist.com/viewtopic.php?p=45464#45464)
Who's Mel?
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Mel, aka Smells, aka Side_show.
Try to keep up.
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Mel, aka Smells, aka Side_show.
Try to keep up.
But I thought Jough was gay.
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Mel, aka Smells, aka Side_show.
Try to keep up.
But I thought Jough was gay.
So is Smells which makes them perfect for one another or something.
~Paul
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Insert Gina joke here.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
Ha, ha - well, actually, I'm very particular, since I've enjoyed the exact same set of accessories for nearly four years... But AD is right about life before I found the boy.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
Ha, ha - well, actually, I'm very particular, since I've enjoyed the exact same set of accessories four nearly four years... But AD is right about life before I found the boy.
Ah ha! So you are NOT dead. So everyone can stop hating me. At least for "killing" you. Hating me for everything else is OK.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
Ha, ha - well, actually, I'm very particular, since I've enjoyed the exact same set of accessories four nearly four years... But AD is right about life before I found the boy.
Ah ha! So you are NOT dead. So everyone can stop hating me. At least for "killing" you. Hating me for everything else is OK.
Actually, I'm still lying here on the ground, slowly dying. People are stepping over me. It's so cold.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
Ha, ha - well, actually, I'm very particular, since I've enjoyed the exact same set of accessories four nearly four years... But AD is right about life before I found the boy.
Ah ha! So you are NOT dead. So everyone can stop hating me. At least for "killing" you. Hating me for everything else is OK.
Actually, I'm still lying here on the ground, slowly dying. People are stepping over me. It's so cold.
I've seen this music video. (http://www.mtv.com/bands/az/radiohead/audvid.jhtml) Don't ask what her terrible secret is or then we all are dead.
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Roast Beef says he doesn't watch Survivor.
http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-not-watch-survivor-tv-show.html
At first, I thought that conflicted with this:
http://achewood.com/index.php?date=01112002
But then I realised that "after Survivor" might have been accepted lingo in 2002 for 10 o'clock or something. Like how Skinny Elvis and Fat Elvis defined various eras without having to actually use numbers.
I've never watched Survivor so I wouldn't know all the details.
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Roast Beef says he doesn't watch Survivor.
http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-not-watch-survivor-tv-show.html
At first, I thought that conflicted with this:
http://achewood.com/index.php?date=01112002
But then I realised that "after Survivor" might have been accepted lingo in 2002 for 10 o'clock or something. Like how Skinny Elvis and Fat Elvis defined various eras without having to actually use numbers.
I've never watched Survivor so I wouldn't know all the details.
It's also possible that someone in the Achewood house watches Survivor, so Ray and Beef coming over for poker after then makes sure the living room will be clear.
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Roast Beef says he doesn't watch Survivor.
http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-not-watch-survivor-tv-show.html
At first, I thought that conflicted with this:
http://achewood.com/index.php?date=01112002
But then I realised that "after Survivor" might have been accepted lingo in 2002 for 10 o'clock or something. Like how Skinny Elvis and Fat Elvis defined various eras without having to actually use numbers.
I've never watched Survivor so I wouldn't know all the details.
He clearly states in the first sentance of his post that he hasn't watched survivor "this season." That comic was from three seasons ago and the blog post was from today.
~Paul
I know this ranks me in the bottom 1/3 of all conversational males but I ain't been into watchin' Survivor this season.
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But I thought Jough was gay.
Pfft. You wish.
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Forum admin JOUGH denied the claims of rival tribe ISOSODJAL, which brought tensions to the boiling point.
edit: to correct grammar
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So wait, Survivor's still on? Why? Didn't that one guy already win it like 5 years ago?
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If by "on" you mean "promoted incessantly during NFL games," then yes. I can offer no further knowledge or details.
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Bobby I never, never, never thought I would say this, but thankyou. I've been looking for that clip for ages and couldn't remember who it was or anything.
Something just horrible is going to happen at nice pete's party. Is it wrong that I feel sympathetic towards the imaginary homocidal maniac because I don't want to see him disappointed.
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She ain't GAY...just less particular about how her pu$$y pals accessorize.
Wait... are you calling her a ho'?
Ha, ha - well, actually, I'm very particular, since I've enjoyed the exact same set of accessories for nearly four years... But AD is right about life before I found the boy.
this is much different if you're just skimming the thread and you assume tommy trapezoid said this.
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Crap, I do B-leave I just left a Pizza Pocket cookin' in tha microwave for at least 15 minutes.
I did this once with a Steak-Umm. Except it was only 11 and a half minutes. See, I was reading the instructions on the box, and the cardboard was torn right through where the microwave time was listed. So I mistook 1 and half for 11 and a half. Bad move. When I opened the microwave, hideous, fowl smelling black smoke poured out and the bowl in which I had placed the Steak-Umm had cracked. Also, the Saran Wrap covering the bowl had melted onto the Steak-Umm, which was, by now, a sorry looking little black turd.
I can only imagine what LN found when he got back to the microwave.
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Roast Beef's poem about caramel treats is basically like treasure. That is all.