I CALL TOP!
PS your boyfriend is cute.
I didn't say I'm leaving because I was looking for some big outpouring of emotion or pleas to stay--I know this board well enough to know I was going to catch about a dozen bags of shit for it. I just wanted to take a shot at securing the company of an old great love of mine for the music festival I love even more.
Maturity is all about how well you say goodbye. I'll still read, and maybe pop in every once in a while to provide drug expertise, but otherwise I think I've accomplished all the nothing I can here.
It's just one more thread, Courtney, then I promise you can breathe a sigh of relief. My gift to you. =)
I wasn't arguing with you, Randy. I was simply using the internet to show everyone else that you have illicited yet another gargantuan eye roll on my part.
Pointing out that you're being ridiculous and petulant is not the same as arguing.
Hunting has been part of our society since the first Europeans came over and shot buffalo and Native Americans and whatnot.
The Dive Poets
Goddammit, where was all the clown facefuck talk the past month?
Could somebody please get an appopriately photoshopped picture of Krusty up here? Maybe with a "You Gonna Get Face-Raped" overlay?
I think it should be a picture of Jacks clown and it should say "you gonna get facefucked!"
Im proud of you today. but the face-fucked should be at the bottom of the pic.....jus sayin
Agreed. Well played.
It's so funny how people are so quick to judge other's vices, we all do things we shouldn't because it feels good but its not healthy. big fucking deal.
good luck finding heroin, i'm sure you'll be able to score.
Surprisingly enough, it would seem to have been successful, yes. There's an exchange involved, but this is part of the glory of people from all different parts of the country coming together for Coachella--sharing drugs of varying availability by region.
I hope you fucking overdose and die. In real life. Actually physically perish.
I'd personally put mom and dad into the stockades and cut away their britches if it meant that when you were done I got to extinguish your miserable overcompensating complete lack of judgement attention-whore waste of a life. Literally fucking die in hell with cancer and boils.
you got served...
That was, and this is, boring. Actually feeling hatred for some faceless entity on a message board is weak. I mean, don't you feel your dignity slipping away when you go to the trouble of writing out such a detailed account of what you would do to me if you got the chance? I feel embarassed just by having it written to me, for fuck's sake.
Have some shame, sir. Flame wars are sadder than pictures of Depression-era children.
GOD JUST PUSH THE PLUNGER AND SHUT THE FUCK UP...
There's no war here. This is a record of my desires as dictated to my secretary and recorded on the internet.
How about some pancakes instead?