QOTDs:
"I'm still stuck on the cat thing."
Thomas: Seriously, how can you not like him? He's the hero! On the white horse!
Me: I like my men on black horses, thank you very much.
Thomas (gives look): coughhairecough.
Me: Oh, don't even start.
Thomas: So this raises the question, do I just fill this part out or give her a separate note too?
Me: Just fill out the part. She cheated on you, sweetie.
Thomas: Yeah, but see, I feel guilty deep inside for not caring that she cheated.
"Oh, okay, so HE has disassociative personality disorder."
Becca: All dogs are boys and all cats are girls.
Thomas: So you're saying all dogs are gay and all cats are lesbians?
Thomas: You really don't think he's cute?
Me: Nope.
Thomas: I think he's pretty.
Me: Well, that's cause you like your men pretty.
Thomas: Yep. Hey!
Me: Not sure if I'm following you.
Ryan: I don't like it, but I do. Like S&M play!
"I'm still stuck on the cat thing."
Thomas: Seriously, how can you not like him? He's the hero! On the white horse!
Me: I like my men on black horses, thank you very much.
Thomas (gives look): coughhairecough.
Me: Oh, don't even start.
Thomas: So this raises the question, do I just fill this part out or give her a separate note too?
Me: Just fill out the part. She cheated on you, sweetie.
Thomas: Yeah, but see, I feel guilty deep inside for not caring that she cheated.
"Oh, okay, so HE has disassociative personality disorder."
Becca: All dogs are boys and all cats are girls.
Thomas: So you're saying all dogs are gay and all cats are lesbians?
Thomas: You really don't think he's cute?
Me: Nope.
Thomas: I think he's pretty.
Me: Well, that's cause you like your men pretty.
Thomas: Yep. Hey!
Me: Not sure if I'm following you.
Ryan: I don't like it, but I do. Like S&M play!
posted by EEK at 10:39:00 AM
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You people need to hang out with me more often
mwah.
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it took that one a while to get to the point
Hee. It must be RambleSpam(tm EEK).
"Me: I like my men on black horses, thank you very much.
Thomas (gives look): coughhairecough.
Me: Oh, don't even start."
coughbickcough
Speaking of which, we really need to talk... he's got the crazy notion that he wants to be "popular".
Um, Justin? Bick's about as white as they come.
Don't hate me cause I'm racialblind.
Kay, I'll just hate you because you have SPA. And TSP.
How can you hold that against me! I got it from Diedrich!
"Justin, I had a dreeeam about you last night..."
*cuts his wrists*
Damn you, I just became that much more emo!
Mwahaha. I am a fiend.
Justin's
Too emo for his shirt
Too emo for his shirt
So emo it hurts
And he's
Too angsty for Milan
Too angsty for Milan
New York and Japan...
Oh how I wish you were still in band. You missed Will and I discussing how sexy I am, and me saying that Betty has sand in her vagina.
I assure you, that only makes me happier that I no longer count myself among you.
And I can only assure you that Propes is moving further and further to the dark side...
Oh, and I need to include my new catch phrase: That's bitchin.
That's a pretty bitchin' catchphrase.
No, you ruined it.
Just "That's bitchin."
That wasn't supposed to be the catchphrase, it was just a thing. Oh, never mind.
You better nevermind.
WTF?
"WTF?"
That's bitchin.
Riiiiiight.
Ou est le centre curatif de SPA?
Dans ma pantalons.
And the first time is free... ;)
( Offer only valid for hot chicks... and Thomas)
Wait, who cheated on who?
I hope youre not talking about me......cuz I didnt
I guess you could include Kelsey in the above offer. I guess...
That's bitchin.
Nope, Emily cheated on Thomas with Danny, apparently.
Also, Justin's a whorebag. (Hehehehe. Whorebag.)
Emily, you really need to clean the sand out of your vagina... David must have left it up there last time you two went to the beach.
WTF??!?
" WTF??!?"
This deserves double the bitchin:
That's bitchin.
That's bitchin.
Yuh-huh. Go back to Bick's basement where you belong. (Note the semi-alliteration)
Geez Emily, can't you get anything right?!? I don't live in Bick's basement, I live in his closet. And sometimes his visits.
Well, come out of the closet already.
OK Justin.....whatever you said has to do with your pants so Im gonna have to say no.....
And just to piss Emily and Thomas off.....
Dont worry, Thomas cleaned the sand out of her vagina just earlier today
You're a dead woman walking, Kelsey Erin Wells.
Damn, she's on to me... *slips on his shades and acts cool*
Pour Kelsey ^
Emily... I like the closet. Its a little damp, but it gives me time to work on my poetry... and think about that one, warm summer night we spent together...
talking about Tits McGee...
And I think that's bitchin that your cool with talking about your lesbian thoughts... too bad you didn't come out earlier.
A) What warm, summer night was this? You been hallucinating again?
B) Tits McGee, I'm sure, would resent your calling her Tits McGee, and I don't think "yes, her breasts ARE large" qualifies as lesbian thoughts.
A) Frankly, I don't remeber what the weather was like... I just remember you, Bick and me driving around talking about Tits McGee.
B)No, that doesn't qualify. What does qualify is: "You should see her in a satin black bra..." Or something along those lines.
That doesn't qualify either! And "black" and "satin" were not part of that sentence, I can say with fair certainty. The black part for sure.
No, I definitely remember black bra somewhere in that line. And, yeah it does, you just need to learn to deal with your sexual issues.
That's bitchin.
http://sexmap.ytmnd.com/
Perve.
Additionally: I have no sexual issues.
That's bitchin.
Yes, yes it is.
What's bitchin'? The website, or Emily's comment?
Both the above. And Emily herself, of course. ^.^
Mind hemorrhage
fuckin' folding chairs in the hallway
crucified,
paralyzed,
you laugh, I cry
calculating my miscalculations
what is the sign
for I'm choking to death?
There's something caught in my throat
could it be something I've said?
Sighted blind,
Braille is fine,
two black eyes,
are you a badass or just a fuckin' asshole?
There's too much, not enough
God and dog
well I've seen a dog
I'll take my chances
and sleep like a log,
hard in the ground,
dig?
God,
dog,
God,
dog agnostic,
insomniac,
dyslexic I'm wide awake
and I'm wondering if there is a dog
*goes crosseyed*
Take this, J-Swizzly!
Life...you're soaking in it.
The quicksand is deep around here
It is life.
A leather ashtray filled with the Queens cigars
It is life.
Dropping a thousand beanbags out of an airplane
It is Leif Garret...I mean life.
A snowcone's skeleton displayed in a hologram.
Life is it!...thus it is life.
A football stadium filled with pudding
As aiplanes lower the giant spoon.
...It is....
Robotic Sausages that can roll and beep.
IT IS LIFE!
LIFE!!
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!!!
-- olly
Ooh, hey, didn't I tell you that joke? The agnostic + insomniac + dyslexic one?
*goes crosseyed again* Don't make me break out my John Stone.
No, and Ryan is that you? *stares up like a sad puppy dog*
Yes, yes it is. [pats head]
http://pleonasmicity.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-pretentious-poetry-so-sick-bored.html#comments
Well... that's bitchin.
*pulls out the little black book*
Wind howling through the trees,
Always brings me to my knees.
Like the love you never gave,
But I still do crave.
Streaming through my veins,
I always feel the pains.
Aches, stings & groans,
Accompany every stone.
Well, that's downright painful. :-\
...
Fuck this, that's bitch, OYG.
I'm going to bed.
Correction: That's bitchin.
Heh. OYG.
Acting Tragically,
In An Inept Manner
Trying To Act Like
Something Really Mattered
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Overthrown By Your Children
God Willing Shut You Down
It's Like The Closer I Get
I Start To Regret
What I've Done
A Sick Piece Of Shit,
With The Balls To Admit,
When He's Wrong
React Defiantly
I Am Someone, Someone
Might Even Fool Myself
Before I'm Done
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Overthrown By Your Children
God Willing Shut You Down
Making Believe
There's Someplace I Belong
Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo
Amass A Fortress Of Steel
Unsure If I Can Instill My Will
Is Caving In Black
'til There's No Bringing It Back Again
Led Astray By Their Mock Sincerity
False Charity
Condemned
Chewing Insult
Inheriting Unwarranted Birthright
Crown A Scapegoat
New King Of Shit
Ignorance Is Followed
By Ignorance
Repetition Diminishing Senses
Defenseless
Crippled Libido
Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Making Believe
There's Someplace I Belong
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Might Even Fool Myself
Before I'm Done
Don't know for sure whose that is, guessing Justin, but I like the Greedo/Solo bit.
Yeah. I'm a geek.
"Solitaire Unraveling"
Locked Away In A Cage
My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me
Time Finds A Way Each Day
Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind
I Find This Fight Must Be Won
Inside The Mind
So Uptight And Confined
Often Blinded By The Light
Taking It's Toll
On My System
Like Some Played Out Existence
Time Ticks Away
These Last Few Moments
Is There Anything
We've Left Unsaid?
I'm On A Quest
For Atonement
I've Got To Find Piece Of Mind
And A Place To Rest
Biding My Time
Until I'm Strong Enough
To Fight Back
Hope,
I Hope Against Hope
For Some Resistance
Been Taking It Out On My System
Rest-There's A Calm Before The Storm
And The Western Front Is Quiet
I've Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Passing It Off
Like Some Kind Of King
You Don't Know Peace
'til You've Had Suffering
I've Suffered
All Of Your So Called Resolve
But You Haven't Tasted Pain
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece?
Rest
Have You Ever Been Inside?
Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Strand By
Strand By
Strand By Strand
Condemned
Don't let the rhythm stop.
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