SilentBob
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On a side note thanks to whoever changed the title. (Smart I'm guessing). It's much better this way.
Also is it really really immature that I like using the term "post world war one machine gun fucking" to describe sexual exploits? It more than likely is. Who cares.
RATATATATATATATATAT.
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Na mine was Kirsten
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Originally posted by WhiteOx+Apr 2 2006, 09:46 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (WhiteOx - Apr 2 2006, 09:46 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-SilentBob@Apr 2 2006, 08:05 AM
We also were at a nerd party. Some girls 21st who a friend lives with. At the beging of the night her mum took a photo of us and someone said "yeah they look like the most interesting lot here". By the time we got to conga line old people were shaking there heads at us and randoms were going giving us looks like "wtf". It fazed us very little.
haha, I was at at shitty barely known girl's 21st as well. We could have been at the same place, if it wasn't for the conga line
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What was her name?
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We also were at a nerd party. Some girls 21st who a friend lives with. At the beging of the night her mum took a photo of us and someone said "yeah they look like the most interesting lot here". By the time we got to conga line old people were shaking there heads at us and randoms were going giving us looks like "wtf". It fazed us very little.
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There was pizza at the beginning but I'd already eat thai.
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Water
Rum and Ging
Beer
Scotch in a tea cup
Conga line
Beer
Chanting of my name for no apparent reason
Beer
Spray paint in the face
Beer
Argument
Bed.
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downsides, can be fucking weird. Heated arguments. Can be prone to punching you or destroying your belongings.
But I guess two words will help some of you reconcile those cons
.. they are hate and fuck.
Now I'll stop my debaucherous little enterance into this dudefest. It's weirding me out more than my sausage throwing lesbian weekend.
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Oh and also to contribute to your weird little dudefest. three words, art school girls.
Extraverted, creative, like your art, like your "street edge", often have healthy sexual appetites, often have interesting emotional make ups and are indepth enough to be loyal and caring and all that other good shit.
Art school girls ladies and gentlemen. I can't emphasise them enough. I can't truely express how thankful I am for there existence. It's like a giant weight has been lifted of my heart just knowing they are out there for the wooing.
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not to distract from this weird little dudefest on how to get hot babes. But once upon a time a train I wanted to paint pulled in while I was in some bush's pissing. I had to run with my dick out and in full stream and got spattered a bit. That ruined my life.... Kind of.
Now you may resume your weird little dudefest.
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bill my boy. Your sounding in average shape
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I can't say I won't see her again. She seems pretty cool. I'll just take it as it comes.
Realistically. She's in her mid 20's and seems as if she can definately take care of herself. If I had a little sister who was fully grown like that I don't think I'd stop her from seeing someone I knew unless I was well aware the guys a total jerk. Which i am not. But all this theorizing is for nothing. I'm going back to bed.
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^ haha that's the price you pay for living the life of a lonesome cowboy. I could make some brokeback jokes but I won't.
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On a side note, I found another girls number in my wallet earlier that night. It was tres embarressing. The conversation while we were buying beers for the night was as follows.
Bob- Hey look at this *shows piece of paper*
Friend- Oh hey, thats alright
Bob- *scratches head* its heaps bad though. I have no idea who she is.
Friend-*laughs*
Bob- seriously. Who the fuck is ****?
Then I got drunk and accidently flushed the number down the toilet.
Smooooooootttth.
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haha I muzzle my gun.
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Well its weird. He's kind of on the outskirts of our crew. We don't hang out alot but we get on pretty well. The guy who put him in our crew reckons he'll be cool with it. I don't see why not either. I'm a pretty nice guy. But you know. I'll probably have to suss it out.
And for who ever asked I'm in my 20's the fact my friend is older was just a disclaimer to the fact that girl is not in her teens or something aweful like that.
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this is awesome.
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yeah, honestly except for the impregnation and the guys using my shit I could see that happening.
Whatever I talked to her for maybe an hr max. Probably less. It's hard to judge. Considering I met two more girls tonight I'm just going to go with the flow and see wat happens.
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She's my 30 yr old crew members little sister. Very sharp.
Also was thinking about fucking this girl my homey was trying for. She said some real weird shit during the night. Including the fact that she misses "scattered sex" sorry but major turn off.
I love my life.
discuss.
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Originally posted by GamblersGrin@Mar 24 2006, 05:39 PM
we have all done illegal things. most of the time we do not get caught. she did that one time.
it seems like she went out with mere acquaintances of yours through friends, so shes open territory in my opinion.
if you got that physical attraction for her, go for yours.
Yeah this pretty much sums it up.
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So I met a girl tonight. she went out with a guy who's friends with some of my friends. and she went to court for smashing a jug of beer over another girls head.
The answer is clearly yes.
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aside from paint and buff and rolers.
Sketche's
Painting clothese
Gloves
Caps
Mask
Plastic bag
Water.
and a lighter at night.
Bitches.
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Originally posted by TAXI DRIVER+Mar 18 2006, 05:58 PM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (TAXI DRIVER - Mar 18 2006, 05:58 PM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-LENS@Mar 17 2006, 05:40 PM
Graffiti gets me laid
you look up to artfags im sure your name doesnt get you laid or you only tax goth bitches :rolleyes2:
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Haha Lens you're such a pussy. At least I'd call dude and say the word feelings one time.
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I've got a phobia of blood transfused disease. Especially AIDS. I'm always staring at the ground to watch for syringes. On bad days I'll stop in the middle of a street turn around and check that I havn't stepped on anything every 10 steps or so.
I don't like grass or sand and avoid it if I can. When working I tape up all the little scratches I might have for fear of copping some offspray from some positive mutherfucker on the street. When dealing with a particular HIV possitive motherfucker who hangs around my work (dudes retarded and tantrum prone) I fucking turn around and walk the other way as soon as I see him. He's the only person I do that to.
procrastination
in Channel Zero
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Its honestly begining to put a big damper on my life. And for some reason I just can't stop. A small percentage of you are reasonably competant at life.
Say something helpful.