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07-04-2010, 02:43 AM | #261 (permalink) | |
lets make a mess, lioness
Join Date: May 2010
Location: NZ
Posts: 400
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I object - the gerbil is adorable. Plus, I'm a sucker for dinosaurs. In a past life, I think I was Ross from Friends (or at least a paleontologist). But I guess the dog has reason to be smug, I mean, my dog got a bone with a ribbon on it for its birthday, let alone a giant cookie. But the gerbil still cuter. And whats with the need to chase it around the living room Cunning? Id find it rather tiring.. Btw, whats your real name? Its strange always calling you Cunning, I feel like a mobster. |
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07-04-2010, 02:45 AM | #262 (permalink) |
love will tear you apart
Join Date: Jun 2009
Location: Manchester, UK.
Posts: 5,107
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The bowie picture is bang tidy. I love it when people disappoint me, but I tend to whip out the turtle more. The turtle just does something Bowie can't do.
I love dinosaurs, Jurassic Park.. I loved it as a kid. I'm gonna buy it and rewatch it for the first time in 10 years. However I don't think they're cute, just interesting. And dogs ARE cute. A smug dog that's happy about having a birthday party, aww. I just wanna chase him because he'd get all excited and what not. Call me Mr. Stunt |
07-04-2010, 02:58 AM | #263 (permalink) |
lets make a mess, lioness
Join Date: May 2010
Location: NZ
Posts: 400
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Is it the fact that Bowies wearing frills? Disappointed turtle is far too classy for that. I can just see him saying in that turtlish way of his "Disappointed Bowie from the Labyrinth? I pity the fool." - Hes channelling his inner Mr T, you see.
I remember when I first saw Jurassic Park I was well scared. I saw the bit where a guy was on the toilet and then this dinosaur just came and ate him. I was horrified. Havent watched it since. You sound like quite the animal person and I agree, dogs are cute, but that one just looks like a canine sex offender. Mr Stunt? Now it sounds both mobster and Ms Moneypenny simultaneously. |
07-11-2010, 04:51 AM | #265 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Purgatory
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I woke up in a public bathroom surrounded by seemingly the grossest things Smithy's body contained. I could tell it was his barf. No one else had barf that shade of green. Maybe pixies. Maybe people that only eat foodcoloring and lighter fluid. Them and Smithy. I could tell it was Smithy's shit too. I don't know how, I just could. It smelled like him. I stood up. I was pretty much clean. There was some shit in my hair and my legs felt wet. I felt my neck. My ring was still on the chain around my neck. I'm glad nobody took it. Lord know's its not valuable but people steal. And Smithy himself took it to fuck with me once.
My senses slowly came back completely and I smelled it. It sunk in. I'm surrounded by vomit, shit, and piss. I felt around for my bag and realized it was between my legs, also mostly barf-less, and then feeling deeper between my legs, relizing that Smithy had wedged my compact mirror vertically in my panties. This probably sounds rape-y to you, but to me, its a thoughtful gesture. The smell overtook my entire existence and I had no less then seven mini-panic attacks. My eyes teared up. It was horrible. The human body is an ugly thing, a terrible, disgusting thing on the inside. You forget how awful the indsides of it is when you're having sex with a beautiful boy or eating dinner or putting on your makeup. But you can't really forget when you're in a bathroom stall and the floor and walls around you are covered in the grossest, most horrible liquids a person can produce. I saw the chunks in his turds and all the blood inside my body went cold. I grabbed the mirror and looked at myself.... Staring at my reflection made it easier to breath again, and then gradually sit up, then stand up. I live in a world full of only pleasent textures. Pretty colors. Nice things. I smelled my wrist. I forgot what perfume I was using but I knew the name of it ment "air time" in french. It was a little strong but it was so much prettier and more palettable then the scent of Smithy's upchuck. I stepped over the barf and got out of the stall. I counted from 1 to 10 about a dozen times and then washed barf out of my hair in the sink. My makeup didn't really need applied, thank god, and my breath was still minty. Probably because I haven't eaten in about 72 hours, but who the hell is counting. After washing the light, lingering odor of barf off of me, I waltzed out of the bathroom and walked across the city to Smithy's apartment. I had a key and let myself in. It smelled better then I expected. The people with the apartment next to him taxidermy animals or something, I fucking swear. Its not fun. And it was clean too. Smithy was sitting awake, waiting for me, I guess. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I noticed that he had something of a farmer's tan and a few cuts on the arm that wasn't tattooed. The memory of last night came back to me. He dropped acid and went to a club owned and populated by the local Nazi punks, but it had gone out of bussiness the week before so Smithy was all alone in a big empty club full of vaguely hidden swastikas. Some friends and I followed him, all of us sober. I dropped on the way there, and when it kicked in, I think I tried to pull my hair out. See, I'm blonde and when you're on acid and in the middle of a room decorated with swastikas and mirrors, fitting the aryan ideal seems even more creepy then it already is. I think my buddy Liz sedated me because I still had my hair and all my fingers, but the last thing I remember is Smithy pooping and vomiting on me and screaming that he wanted me to love all of him, even his insides. I don't know if my friends made him aim his bodily fluids elsewhere or cleaned me before I woke up. Either way, I love my friends. Smithy and I spent the rest of the morning cuddling. We need a new dealer. |
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