JustHereForTheNight

True - just paid for car repairs, school books, root canal, groceries, utilities, student loans, cell phone bill, car insurance. tpbm isn't watching the superbowl

you are a smart human being. props

Here's a good story. My ex left me after 6 1/2 years. She had expensive taste in clothing and so there was a lot of Betsey Johnson dresses, Diesel accessories, Gucci sunglasses, etc... crap in random places around my apartment. So one day i gathered up all this high priced flotsam and jetsam, went to a decent secondhand store in SF and sold all of it. Made $130 in total after which me and a buddy went into the Mission and drank all night. The end

Yeah, lets see who is so "boo hhooo hoooo o hhhhooooo hoo hoh hoo hoo oooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" worthy.

Didn't read this earlier. yeah, what he said. She'll be back in no time

Nice to see people still come to Channel Zero and voluntarily subject themselves to a good E-flogging. So yeah guy, basically, just keep yourself busy be it drugs, booze, sex, hobbies, working out, bike riding, school, friends, walking, etc... The worst thing you can do it sit around and mope. Don't try calling her. Don't play second fiddle to some other guy.

The FAFSA is the business. It paid for all my school expenses this semester. Seriously, being broke is no excuse to not go back to school. in fact, going back to school is a lot easier if you're broke as fuck because you're usually entitled to a lot more student aid. Just have all your tax information ready when you fill it out

In the war between Gator and Golfer, only a superior force of arms will ensure victory

After while crocodile!* * don't know if one of you wits already posted this. too lazy to scan the whole thread

You forgot the part about collecting 10 box tops and mailing them in with a self addressed stamped envelope. in 4-6 weeks your tag will be revealed. Sounds like a lot of work for one tag

Well, it sure isn;t for the stimulating threads being created in here that's for sure

Well helllloooooooo Mary

I read the thread title and for a second it looked like it read "Help Destroy Style Wars" That got my attention Then I realized it was to help save this film. A lot less interesting

on and off for years. I start getting good, stop for a while, get rusty, start again, get good, stop, repeat

I'm gonna have to go with what this guy said

Don't ever walk up to someone and ask "Dude, you write?" That there puts you 50% ahead of everyone else. Bye

Is this what you said moments before she got up, put on her clothes and left?

my apartment..... ......on a couple of 18 yr old, coked out girls with a big jar of markers and condoms at hand.

Looking for a copy of that graff mag that has tribe on the front bombing the bus window in braod daylight. i think it was Big Daddy mag or something like that. PM pls, k thx

I dunno, they seem to be in abundance out where I'm at. i'll tell you one city that has newspaper machines out the ass and that's Seattle and everyone seems to be fucking grilled. Each and every one of'em seems like it's a completely self contained eco syste of tags and stickers SF has some really good newspaper boxes grilled very properly

It doesn't feel good. i don't know about some people that seem to go out of there way to get hurt, or fucked up or damaged. Granted, if i have to deal with an accident, or a fucked up tooth, i suck it up and deal with it. But then, i'm used to feeling good so i look for things that help that happen. I guess when you're used to being fucked up and in pain you wanna keep that consistency going on for yourself. A root canal is one constant, shitty, inconvenient pain for a few days.

SO I had this gaping crater of a molar rotting away in my mouth and after much waiting, the insurance is in place, the appointment is made and it's obvious I need major reconstructive work on the tooth. Root canals, if you're not familiar, are where the tooth is gutted by a cavity and the dentist goes in, scoops out all the rot and then fills it up with tooth resin. But in between there is much grinding, and drilling. You smell your tooth cooking under the pressure of the drill. You see lot's of stuff being passed by the assistant to the dentist...lot's of little rubber slivers and dental pins are stuffed in and topped off with resin that soldered and it smells like sweet plastic going up in flames. Then the anesthesia wears off later in the day and your mouth is ridiculously sore from the three giant shots you get inside your mouth for all the numbing agent. And the best part is paying out the cash you had stacked for a trip to handle the co-pay. 300.00 up front with another 345 paid out over the next 3 months. But it doesn't hurt to brush anymore. And girls can stop bitching about my bad breath. Life continues to throw bullshit my way. But at least that whole tooth episode is out of the way.

I want to start a special private security contractor kinda like blackwater. Except there'll be a lot of war crimes involved. My name will be commander Rock Hard Act now and claim the names Vio-Lance and Ram Tuff Crimes against civilian targets will be of utmost importance to maintain our reputation. I wish cancer on anyone who negaprops me.