MedicineCabinet Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 2 things this bum had the entire front of his sweatpants soaked in his own piss, & was begging in front of the station while hacking up nastiest coughs ever & is greek food known for making you gassy? i ate a shitload at lunch - its 2230 & im still tootin away like crazy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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ImChristeezy Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 haha theo u just make that? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MOOGLE? Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 it was like ....... i swear it was like a waterfall of red and green tic tacs cascading down the user control panel in real time i wish i woulda screen capped that shit. the best one was . O RRY/ IM IN UR... ... 01-26-2010 07:36 AM __ __ __ __ are you in 7th grade? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Poesia [ ] T Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DH8SpjzsYg&feature=player_embedded 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Poesia [ ] T Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 In 1947 my mother, Deborah, was a twenty-one-year-old student at New York University, majoring in English literature. She was beautiful—fiery yet introspective—with a great passion for books and ideas. She read voraciously and hoped one day to become a writer. My father, Joseph, was an aspiring painter who supported himself by teaching art at a junior high school on the West Side. On Saturdays he would paint all day, either at home or in Central Park, and treat himself to a meal out. On the Saturday night in question, he chose a neighborhood restaurant called the Milky Way. The Milky Way happened to be my mother’s favorite restaurant, and that Saturday, after studying throughout the morning and early afternoon, she went there for dinner, carrying along a used copy of Dickens’s Great Expectations. The restaurant was crowded, and she was given the last table. She settled in for an evening of goulash, red wine, and Dickens—and quickly lost touch of what was going on around her. Within half an hour, the restaurant was standing-room-only. The frazzled hostess came over and asked my mother if she would be willing to share her table with someone else. Barely glancing up from her book, my mother agreed. “A tragic life for poor dear Pip,” my father said when he saw the tattered cover of Great Expectations. My mother looked up at him, and at that moment, she recalls, she saw something strangely familiar in his eyes. Years later, when I begged her to tell me the story one more time, she sighed sweetly and said, “I saw myself in his eyes.” My father, entirely captivated by the presence before him, swears to this day that he heard a voice inside his head. “She is your destiny,” the voice said, and immediately after that he felt a tingling sensation that ran from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. Whatever it was that my parents saw or heard or felt that night, they both understood that something miraculous had happened. Like two old friends catching up after a long absence from one another, they talked for hours. Later on, when the evening was over, my mother wrote her telephone number on the inside cover of Great Expectations and gave the book to my father. He said goodbye to her, gently kissing her on the forehead, and then they walked off in opposite directions into the night. Neither one of them was able to sleep. Even after she closed her eyes, my mother could see only one thing: my father’s face. And my father, who could not stop thinking about her, stayed up all night painting my mother’s portrait. The next day, Sunday, he traveled out to Brooklyn to visit his parents. He brought along the book to read on the subway, but he was exhausted after his sleepless night and started feeling drowsy after just a few paragraphs. So he slipped the book into the pocket of his coat—which he had put on the seat next to him—and closed his eyes. He didn’t wake until the train stopped at Brighton Beach, at the far edge of Brooklyn. The train was deserted by then, and when he opened his eyes and reached for his things, the coat was no longer there. Someone had stolen it, and because the book was in the pocket, the book was gone, too. Which meant that my mother’s telephone number was also gone. In desperation, he began to search the train, looking under every seat, not only in his car but in the cars on either side of him. In his excitement over meeting Deborah, Joseph had foolishly neglected to find out her last name. The telephone number was his only link to her. The call that my mother was expecting never came. My father went looking for her several times at the NYU English Department, but he could never find her. Destiny had betrayed them both. What had seemed inevitable that first night in the restaurant was apparently not meant to be. That summer, they both headed for Europe. My mother went to England to take literature courses at Oxford, and my father went to Paris to paint. In late July, with a three-day break in her studies, my mother flew to Paris, determined to absorb as much culture as she possibly could in seventy-two hours. She carried along a new copy of Great Expectations on the trip. After the sad business with my father, she hadn’t had the heart to read it, but now, as she sat down in a crowded restaurant after a long day of sightseeing, she opened it to the first page and started thinking about him again. After reading a few sentences, she was interrupted by a maitre d’ who asked her, first in French, then in broken English, if she wouldn’t mind sharing her table. She agreed and then returned to her reading. A moment later, she heard a familiar voice. “A tragic life for poor dear Pip,” the voice said, and then she looked up, and there he was again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MOOGLE? Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBScqePDeQU&feature=related 1:53 that shit is sick Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheoHuxtable.. Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6G845NxwdE Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Poesia [ ] T Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfaenagurCI&feature=related Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poesia [ ] T Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfWWSQ--Fc0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MOOGLE? Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 that ..... so homo.......i wasnt sure to keep watching in fear that the next scene was gonna be a gay orgy. single handedly combined breakin 1 2 and brokeback mountain into one youtube video Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Bad Medicine Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 who moogle? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MOOGLE? Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 the one with radiohead and the breakdancers........ either that or i just really do not like yorke Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Bad Medicine Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 not the best music but the guy has a dope style nh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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