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03-26-2006, 05:12 PM | #1061 (permalink) | |
They call me Tundra Boy
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Having said that, it is INTERESTING to talk to you and everybody else about it. Its just not NECESSARY or very constructive! |
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03-26-2006, 05:17 PM | #1062 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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Enough my god.... musicbanter just turned into a porn forum congratulations....anl lube wtf is that about what the helll
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
03-26-2006, 05:18 PM | #1063 (permalink) | |
Slavic gay sauce
Join Date: Apr 2005
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of course it's not constructive, you can't turn me into a straight guy and i can't turn you into a gay guy, most of my comments were directed at you because you're among the few people that have something intelligent to say. i can't be bothered to take explosions in my pants seriously, the woman has trouble using her own language. this was just an exchange of experiences from two fairly different worlds, i'm interested in the way straight people view things and sexuality as it's something i'm not very familiar with. but ok, i see you've had enough....sorry, didn't know it would bother you...
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03-26-2006, 05:41 PM | #1065 (permalink) | |
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03-26-2006, 06:18 PM | #1068 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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like anal appreciation day...quoting a great man
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
03-26-2006, 06:33 PM | #1069 (permalink) | |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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03-26-2006, 10:04 PM | #1070 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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I woke up at 7:30, threw on some clothes, then had a bowl of cereal, can of redbull and a coffee with a shot of bailey's. Then I walked up to the chairlifts and skied without taking a lunchbreak, just ate a couple of granola bars on the lifts at around noon. By 4:00 I literally couldn't move my legs. I was hiking up this small hill to get to this really really good line, and i'd straigten out my leg, and it wouldnt bend again. I had to actually move my legs with my hands to make them do anything. SUCH a great day
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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 |