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googling now... oh shit. holy fuck. this is epic. props would be given but i must spread rep. which one smells the worst? elephant smells like a zoo. cow smells like a farm... whats gorilla shit smell like? wonder if I can send a personalized greeting. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

formal 24 hour notice sent letter of resignation coulda burned it hard, thye still owe me money though. so all they get is a graffiti forum shaming.

JUST QUIT MY JOB! got offered another job from his soon to be ex-business partner. let your arrogance consume you, kyle gass lookin ass nigga. totally looks like today is great

Re: anyone else getting fucked over by the sequestration? to be fair, i haven't the foggiest clue what's going on. i am posting in a graffiti forum. and to me this just may be the catalyst to full blown revolution. i'll be waiting, popcorn ready. sorry about your loss man. you're still cool. and i don't want you to kill yourself. all of those organizations you listed are a wank anyways. federal government is a waste of time. all government in fact.

Re: anyone else getting fucked over by the sequestration? oh you're mad we're cutting military spending? well then, kill yourself. no disrespect.

whatabout Powell Motors?

had a dream last night, woke up to some booty. me and the missus been on the rocks lately and in the dream we made up, I was awakened by her kissing me and morning sex. thats the synopsis. here's the dream best i can explain i had just bought a new gun. nothing fancy, a slide action semi auto .22, all black and a little smaller than my hand. as most dreams start, I was already in the middle of some big party or event. I walk into a public bathroom and see mad dudes everywhere doing drugs, standing in line to do drugs, using the sink or looking in the mirror. generally fucking aboot, like at a rave party bathroom, minus the glowsticks. everyone had this "gangsters"-ness about them. then outta nowhere an old friend of mine started talking shit. everyone in the bathroom had a negative vibe and were staring at us arguing back and forth. until finally i pulled out my little heater and told my old pal to give me back my jacket (which i was wearing anyways? this made no sense). he said "what you gonna do with that thing?", and I squeezed a round off next to his shoulder and it hits the tile behind him. that got his attention and everyone else in the bathroom is egging me on to shoot the poor bastard. so i shoot one of the monkeys in the bathroom, square in the chest. that guy falls down to the ground. two of his pals try pulling their guns, i pop both of them in the chest and they fall down. everyone exits the bathroom but me and my old friend. he slowly walks around the bodies on the ground and tries to make peace with me, i shoot the ground around his feet as i walk out. there was two sets of doors as I walked out of that bathroom and I remember thinking "somebody must have heard those gun shots", but as I got closer to the second set of doors I hear some sort of loud noise emanating from behind it. it's not music, it's far more annoying. i open the set of doors and step into the living room of this giant house. it's more like a loft though. and I pass a group of people playing what looks to be some sort of gameshow or party game between a group of like 20 people. they're taking turns performing in front of each other for points, or something, and it's like a big game of charades. a group of the guys from the bathroom that saw me shoot some people started performing "RUN DMC - Tricky" (related: ) all choreographed, and it's like a guys versus girls thing to because they're performing for the girls. I didn't get involved or watch this too long because I was worrying about getting caught shooting a few dudes back in the bathroom. i make it back to a mattress on the floor where I go and lay down. there is a few hot chicks around me that were friends of my girlfriend. my girlfriend is one of the chicks watching/playing whatever stupid charades game is going on. so for whatever reason I am laying under the covers in this bed now in just my boxers. a moment passes and it feels like I am waking up for the first time that day. the clock reads 5:59pm. i turned to the hot chick to my left, fully clothed in club ready makeup/outfit/high heels and ask "holy shit its already 5 o clock? i just wasted my day sleeping" and she says "yeah but look everyone is having fun" and points out that the group of people still are playing this game. I check to see if I have my gun and dismantle it, take the slide off and check the barrel, take out the clip and pull out 2 bullets and realized i only had two real bullets left, the other were just casings I had loaded into the clip. "fat load of good that'll do me", I think to myself as I jump out of bed and start walking to my closet. I am having a casual conversation with this hot blonde girl that's friends with my girlfriend (I didnt know this person from real life but she knew me and my girl in the dream). i get dressed and the old friend of mine that started an argument in the bathroom that lead to me busting caps in random peoples chests, he walks up and starts talking to me all drunk and slurring. I'm like, "Yeah buddy, ok, have fun" and return to the mattress/bed area with all the hot chicks (maybe 3 or 4 of them laying around). the only one thats talking to me is the hot blonde. my girlfriend is still nowhere to be found at this point. the blonde says that everyone else is paying attention to this stupid game the people are playing and that she wanted to mess around. next thing i know i have this blonde girls ass and moist vagina in and around my face, and she's backing that ass up as I lay down on the mattress. I remember dipping two fingers in to test the waters, and pulling out something slimey and thick like a custard. like vaginal cream. ugh... so this lasts for all of 10 seconds before i throw her off of me and roll over. in walks my girlfriend and sees this girl pulling up her pants/panties. my girl gives me this "shame on you" look and explains why her pussy is the bombest there ever was. we start making out in the bed and... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP it's my alarm i set for 7am so my girl can get ready for work. i see if she's awake and she is, i hand her my phone and she turns off the alarm. then rolls over and starts kissing me. i think me and the missus are gonna be alright. so long as i don't shoot strangers with a small caliber hand gun and have questionable pussy in my face. the end.

just below it: Turn Ons/Offs: Naughty and weird thing turns me on. In addition to feeling where I'm forced to do something nasty / Narrow minded people turning me off

Re: PROP THREAD ******OG'S ONLY*********** damn, with my measly 80691 point(s) total

Re: PROP THREAD ******OG'S ONLY*********** prawps TKO TKO TKO edit: must spread rep

finishing my all american breakfast; mcmuffin, hashbrowns, large coke then immediately taking a beer shit and planning out my day.

true, i need to get better curtains, the sun is a fuck head at 7:30. tpbm is eating a mcmuffin and hash browns RIGHT FUCKING NOW (cuz i am)

going to a Dallas Stars game soon are they any good? i think we got yajimer jager... and mike madano is our coach i think. i heard it on the radio. hockey needs more promoting in Texas, it's a wicked awesome hayride of a sport. like football on ice. i also hate batman.

that's legit. not nonsense.

http://tinychat.com/0ywq whats going on in here

The first question most people ask when shopping for a new lens is “Is it sharp?”, yet if you were to pop the lens cap off that new lens a month down the line there’s a 50-50 chance you’ll find dust and a fingerprint or two on it. And if it’s not on the lens, there’s a 50-50 chance there’s dust or a fingerprint or two on the “protective filter,” which was purchased to keep dust and fingerprints off that new lens. And that’s on a DSLR. If it’s a point-and-shoot camera, there’s even a greater chance of dust or fingerprints on the lens because when you turn the camera off, the lens usually slips behind little louver blades that A.) protect the lens, and B.) hide the fact there’s dust or a fingerprint on the lens. Checking your lens for dust and smudges is something you should do on a regular basis, not only to ensure you’re getting the sharpest possible pictures, but also because a fingerprint or alien smudge left to “ripen” can cause permanent damage to the lens coatings. Keeping your lenses clean isn’t rocket science, but nonetheless, is a chore that should be performed carefully, thoughtfully and with the proper tools and techniques. Dust and smudges on the front element of your lens (or your filter) are the easiest to spot because they’re front and center. While dust and smudges on the front element can diminish sharpness and contrast levels, you lose greater levels of sharpness and contrast when you have dust or smudges on the rear lens element because that’s the one that ultimately projects your image onto the camera’s sensor (or film). If your “projector lens” isn’t clean, your pictures won’t be sharp as they can be.

the universe just spoke to me. i clicked play and just heard tosh.0 in the background say "climbing is for kids and monkeys"

new five gum. feel the sensation.

Re: ex-cop on cop killing spree in CA bout time. that is all.

time capsule. buried behind a police station. those fuckers always stay in business, so you can guarantee it'll be there in 50 years. when you're 80, go dig em up. sell for medicine.

props to bags for posting a pic of his slore i'm still standing by my dad's motto on this. "son, lower your standards, you'll have more fun" and don't go assuming that just because that bitch isn't 88 years old and in an old folks home that she is sane. but if i was thizzed out on mawldawg i would try to get my dicky sticky when no one was looking. and you can tell that's her at her skinniest. it's in the chin fat.

this thread is now about homebrew do you use a yeast stir rod/plate, a glass carboy, and a copper tubed wort chiller? post your setup

is this nigga stylin on me now? ^^^ who is this guy? is this your people Bags? slap the taste out of his mouth for me.

yall should thank me for resurrecting the dead. ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna log on to neg me.

GET YOUR JOLLIES OFF, I COULD GIVE A FUCK. the internet is full of fuckheads. and a graffiti site is generally a perfect place for people like you. but what the fuck has the internet done to your wretched twisted mind? i wonder if you can even get off to straight sex with a woman. you probably have to jerkoff in barnes n noble in the childrens book section watching genki porn on your kindle fire wearing a fire retardant suit and a spaceman helmet. the internet has fucked off your sense of funny or die. you should die. kill yourself nigga. KILL. YOURSELF. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS INCENTIVE FOR E-CRED. GET A FUCKING LIFE YO. FUCK BITCHES GET MONEY. STOP TROLLING THE DEPTHS OF THE DARKNET AND BRINGING THEM TO SHARE HERE LIKE ITS A GOD DAMN M. KNIGHT SHAMALAN SHOW-N-TELL