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08-01-2004, 05:25 AM
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Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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^ ya, once you get older its more like, leave the party at 4 in the morning, or just crash there for the night
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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08-01-2004, 10:22 AM
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أمهاتك[وهور]Aura Euphoria
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Florida/Buffalo/CT
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Ha Ha Jib, I've Got a few stories just like that, but I'm too lazy to type em all out. SO just insert girl insted of guy for your whole story and it sounds about right...
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08-01-2004, 10:53 AM
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Music Addict
Join Date: May 2004
Location: scum alley, scabtown
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08-01-2004, 04:55 PM
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Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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 gets really, really, really drunk, and starts out by running into the screen door so hard that it gets knocked off the runners. That took about 2 hours and 2 drunken engineering students to fix, and everything was all good again. So then, this same guy has a bit too many shots, and passes out underneath the coffee table. Hours later, he wakes up and sits up really fast, smoking his head on the coffee table, which causes him to laugh hysterically for a few minutes before passing out again, in the exact same position. About half an hour later, he wakes up. up he goes again, smokes his head again, laughs hysterically, again, and then passes out, again. Repeat this about 3 more times and you have a detailed account of how he spent the rest of the night. While he was busy coming in and out of conciousness, another friend of mine decides he's gonna try and climb up to the second level of the condo by grabbing onto the landing of the second floor from the first. So he grabs the ledge, hoists himself up, and then realizes that there's a railing. So he's hanging in midair, trying to get up and over this railing, when a guy directly underneath him yells "PANTS!" so this freaks out the guy hanging in the air, causing his to kick out violently with his foot, knocking a light fixture clean off the ceiling, dangling by its wires. This took a bit longer and more than a few drunken engineering students to fix. But the guy who was hosting the party was very drunk by now, and in a very good mood, sitting in the corner belting out Beatles tunes in the style of Metallica (immitating a very funny website called "Beatallica") and then switching over to Backstreet boys songs sung in the style of Ramstein. After a few hours, one out of control barbeque resulting in a charred trenchcoat, countless drunken kareokee sessions, and more drinks than I can count, four drunken people pile into my car, stumble up their driveways, and I went home to sleep after another very entertaining night.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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