Registered: Aug 2007
Location: somewhere drinking, whore-mongering, chain-smoking, and gambling - all with an in-your-face attitude
Hey Moose!
Whats up with our rave? I don't want to let it die!
Jan-18-2008 21:42
nchs09
Traceaddict in training
Registered: Sep 2003
Location: Inside your mum
You can call me moose.
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quote:
Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
OOKA-OOKA ME NACHOS ME PRESS KEYS ON COMPUTER GOOD
Jan-18-2008 21:47
Chris Crossland
Duke Silver
Registered: Jul 2003
Location: London
I had a friend named Mustafa. I called him Moose.
True story.
Would you like to hear it again?
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Figure out what to do, then take a nap.
Jan-18-2008 21:50
Fibonacci
Supreme tranceaddict
Registered: Aug 2007
Location: somewhere drinking, whore-mongering, chain-smoking, and gambling - all with an in-your-face attitude
Can I be friends with this guy too? I'd like to have a friend nicknamed moose.
Jan-18-2008 21:56
Chris Crossland
Duke Silver
Registered: Jul 2003
Location: London
quote:
Originally posted by Fibonacci
Can I be friends with this guy too? I'd like to have a friend nicknamed moose.
I don't think you want to. Notice i said 'had'. I known him since 4th grade, he was my best friend. Once we got into high school he changed alot. Not a person you want to be around.
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Jan-18-2008 22:05
Ygrene
Dr. Stinkburger Deluxe
Registered: Nov 2003
Location: Totergefuttert
quote:
Originally posted by Chris Crossland
I had a friend named Mustafa.
Did his leg smell a bit like almonds?
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Jan-18-2008 22:06
MrJiveBoJingles
Supreme tranceaddict
Registered: Jun 2004
Location: U.S.
quote:
Blue Diamond Floor Almonds with Drug Dinner
In order to taste these almonds you must be on the floor of my father's sixteen seater passenger van. He never had sixteen passengers in there. He just filled it with trash. At first I was reluctant. In fact, I just thought of them as garbage along with the pistachio shells and bread crusts. As I cleaned, I only saved the small change, nickels and pennies. My father looked in, heartbroken.
"Nooo!" he cried in anger and despair. He was genuinely hurt. "Those are my floor almonds!" Recovering he said, "Try one."
I picked one up from the carpet where an indentation remained and slid it into my mouth. It was the most delicious almond I had ever tasted. It was fresh and sweet like a raisin, moist inside, and golden brown like the slender evening sun. Why were they so good? I now recalled my father plucking them from the floor as he drove for many weeks so why weren’t they stale? I ate them as I went, saving the extras in a plastic bag.
