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official sign of a drunk geek
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| mezzir |
i ing can't walk close to a straight line, but i still type almost perfect
and when i make a typo i instictively erase it and correct it and people that i talk to online don't think i've had anything to drink
anyone else randomly able to do stuff even though they're drunk?
(i can DJ about as well drunk as i can sober, although only having decks for 3 months or so and using them that isn't sayin much |
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| Boomer187 |
what if you can't type good when sober...
ps,,,,,,im buzzed and need mo beer |
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| Vivid Boy |
| i type better when im drunk. im usually too lazy to delete misspelled words, however when im drunk i even use commas. |
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| mezzir |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
i type better when im drunk. im usually too lazy to delete misspelled words, however when im drunk i even use commas. |
yeah after a lot of talking to people i don't usually talk to online, then looking at the convos, i do use a lotta run on sentences, and i don't in care
stream of thought bitches |
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| Vivid Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by mezzir
yeah after a lot of talking to people i don't usually talk to online, then looking at the convos, i do use a lotta run on sentences, and i don't in care
stream of thought bitches |
exactly, i dont use commas in my thoughts. so yall. |
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| Arbiter |
| Being drunk doesn't affect my typing. However it does tend to make me violent so I don't get drunk very often anymore... |
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| Vivid Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by Arbiter
Being drunk doesn't affect my typing. However it does tend to make me violent so I don't get drunk very often anymore... |
i dont get violent i just dont think. i dont think of solutions i just join the craziness. so if theres a fight breaking out expect me to be in there smashing beer bottles over the top of someones noggin |
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| BTG |
| hehe, that explains a lot, actually. |
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| Arbiter |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
i dont get violent i just dont think. i dont think of solutions i just join the craziness. so if theres a fight breaking out expect me to be in there smashing beer bottles over the top of someones noggin |
I pick enough fights when I'm sober, when I'm drunk it can get ugly.
Virginia jail cells sure are nice. It's funny now, then it wasn't. |
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| fitom tiel |
| official sign sign of a drunk: i can do all three perfectly, or better |
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| Orbax |
This was me one of the times I got hammered on TA
dude, pro..16? I was totally thinking that you were legal. On a level I agree with that guy
who called you young, because experience comes with age. yet the ages pass and we gain experience?
When did man land on the moon and when did we stop inscribing runes? I dont think we did...word
Pro...word
u know what? 5 you rock and minus the 5 because YEAHH... besides being as an elf you disregard the
self and go on goin like a whore (just kiddin) on heroin. yet the self stays the same and whenever
the game...gets sick of you, you got sick first, and quenched your thirst for...justice, on that of
a half baked justice, smokin the pot, startin ri-ots, 9th district? more like 90th dick right? ing
old whores settlin the scores of an old apothecary, yet the hairy armpits may scare away the youth
of today. we say what the . my friend, yet we listen to 107.7 the end my friend listenin to
things goin to de-cay and i must say that while we may all sit and bob our heads and as we sit
there we twist our dreads, we give the goverment the power and we forget the symbol of the flower.
That which gives peace through pacifism, will now be the burning bridge betwixt the chasm of our
selves. All packaged up and placed on the shelves, saying "Whatever you say massa. Who am I to grasp
at your power?"
we sit here and stagnate while the stags run the senate, who will run the world my friend? or
should I say, who will ruin the world, Fiend??
para what para to the l to the e.l.l.e.d... rememeber the double l. ing burps and hiccoughs...
for it is a cough. do you excuse yourself or bless yourself? or look around waitng for
another to give you the name of GOD thus bringin yourself closer to heaven though a sneeze, you
hypocrite. that is right, or is that write? for through the word you choose your destiny be it God or
Satan or none of the above. Yet you test your skills diligently with semantics when that is all
they are...antics... of the word. you juggle and grin and whilst you sin you sit there and ridicule
saying we were made from the gene pool, you grab at the slime and the dust when all God asks for
is a little trust, all those misgivings, because, God, I THANK YOU for living...
we all care about PP... or pee pee because we must? or the necessity causes a must... e
smell if we leave it to hell to decide the fate of the sweet canadian party principate which is
a word my friend although as you descend you might disagree or maybe you are just sick of pee?...
in your pants or lack of romance? the hate that consumes your soul takes its toll and strikes at
your face like mace but without the bite, without the blight, it simply strikes and says you,
you he-brew are is it juyst blind hate that in which you participate and decide to judge an throw
the drudge?
my friend canada is not so far off but in fact it merely rolls off of the slander on thy tongue and
when youre young you think to see, and see to think, but when you contemplate...you forget that hate
and think of love, 10000 free and signing? or is it a dove dining on thy hate? abate less ye be
found wanting... and spend the rest of your life haunting...yourself for eternity, wishing for some
disparity between your imagined hell and the smell in which you are surrounded and by the spiders
crawling up your leg you are hounded
when will it stop he asks? while satan in his hatred basks, HATE ON YE FAITHFUL MINE, as yer skin
doth redly shine. HATE ON MY FOUL FRIENDS OF YORE and we will rejoice forever more
forever more quoth the raven or was it God, pushing you away from haven? HAVEN ?? or heaven? he
pushed you away from your IMAGINED haven and instead poked fun at your soul the craven saying STAND
UP you man, from which i created, and forget all of those ye have hated
instead, LOVE is that which i doth preach, and it is YOUR goal, my son, forever to teach
peace
Yeahhhhhh |
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| Arbiter |
| lol that was hilarious |
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