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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:09:50 GMT -5
ok guys, no matter how well trained you are, never, ever do a butt bump (leg drop) on the floor at wal-mart, I think I broke my tail bone
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:10:12 GMT -5
Yeah even I know that's a mistake.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:10:15 GMT -5
HELP ME I CAN'T STOP EATING IT! just eat it, it's good for ya
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:10:58 GMT -5
HELP ME I CAN'T STOP EATING IT! just eat it, it's good for ya Not really. It's got sugar and cinnamon all in it.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:11:01 GMT -5
no other bump hurt, but I think I broke my tail bone
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:11:33 GMT -5
no other bump hurt, but I think I broke my tail bone I checked to see if Shane was alright....
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:12:19 GMT -5
just eat it, it's good for ya Not really. It's got sugar and cinnamon all in it. still good for ya
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:13:32 GMT -5
I've eaten too much today. I ususally eat only one meal.
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Post by Dr. Marzvon Zombie M.D. on Dec 19, 2006 23:14:20 GMT -5
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ok. I just woke up and my brain takes a minute. Great Gatsby. And Marzvon, though I've never seen You me and Dupree, I know you got Dupree on the wrong head. shit on a brick, damn it dude!!!! I HATE YOU LUKE WILSON, DILLION SHOULD OF BEEN DUPREE, DILLIONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!
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Post by THE Dinobot on Dec 19, 2006 23:14:54 GMT -5
You and your disrespect towards Max Moon has to go!
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Post by Dr. Marzvon Zombie M.D. on Dec 19, 2006 23:14:57 GMT -5
ok guys, no matter how well trained you are, never, ever do a butt bump (leg drop) on the floor at wal-mart, I think I broke my tail bone Hey, I know!!! I gave a fast count once and nearly broke my hand on that slick hardass floor!!!
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:15:14 GMT -5
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ok. I just woke up and my brain takes a minute. Great Gatsby. And Marzvon, though I've never seen You me and Dupree, I know you got Dupree on the wrong head. crap on a brick, damn it dude!!!! I HATE YOU LUKE WILSON, DILLION SHOULD OF BEEN DUPREE, DILLIONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! You gotta do it for Johnny, man.
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:15:23 GMT -5
no other bump hurt, but I think I broke my tail bone I checked to see if Shane was alright.... unfortunetly, I'm serious, if only I had just a little bit of padding when I did it, and for the record, it's not broken, I just have a sore ass
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Post by Drillbit Taylor on Dec 19, 2006 23:15:24 GMT -5
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
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Post by Dr. Marzvon Zombie M.D. on Dec 19, 2006 23:17:04 GMT -5
crap on a brick, damn it dude!!!! I HATE YOU LUKE WILSON, DILLION SHOULD OF BEEN DUPREE, DILLIONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! You gotta do it for Johnny, man. I know, going to fix it now, damn hippies!!!!
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Post by Chilly McFreeze on Dec 19, 2006 23:17:49 GMT -5
I ruptured a disc... which fragmented into... my spinal column.
Okay, I'm gone. My internet is still crap.
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:17:56 GMT -5
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. I assume this is from the Great Gatsby right?
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Post by mcclanahan on Dec 19, 2006 23:17:58 GMT -5
so what would make a good theme song for Masochism
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:18:18 GMT -5
I ruptured a disc... which fragmented into... my spinal column. Okay, I'm gone. My internet is still crap. Damn. We'll see ya Chills.
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Post by The Raven on Dec 19, 2006 23:18:35 GMT -5
so what would make a good theme song for Masochism No Leaf Clover
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