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| MeLLyMeL |
| quote: | Originally posted by gehzumteufel
HAHAHAHAHAHA you dont know do you...i was at LF for ONE hour! and it was just before the after party started! i was bummed but i had a badass party the night before in sacramento. lol
this year is my traveling year. going to denver. trying to go to toronto. who knows where else. |
oooooooooooooooh
i didn't know
lol |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by MeLLyMeL
oooooooooooooooh
i didn't know
lol |
yeah it was a bust...but oh well. it was nice to see the like 20 people i did that night. :)
what day is labour of love? |
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| lex400sc |
| quote: | Originally posted by MeLLyMeL
oh u must!!!
you've had ur fun at LF already!!! |
wtf you better be coming to lf, how many times have you been to lol :whip: |
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| MeLLyMeL |
| quote: | Originally posted by lex400sc
wtf you better be coming to lf, how many times have you been to lol :whip: |
never been to LOL
been to Guvvy and KH once!
lol..
and LOL - labor day weekend. |
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| blazed it |
when the session is done.
xanax + saline spray ftw. |
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| medinaM5 |
| quote: | Originally posted by blazed it
when the session is done.
xanax + saline spray ftw. |
ur pretty sick chubs. |
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| Mmanu |
| quote: | Originally posted by Clovis
in sucks!
Bloody nose in the morning ftl.
:p |
Solution to your problem.
Don't buy, then don't do, then don't rant, then spare us from ty threads. Well deserved.
Goddamn snorters. Always coming back with bloody noses or ODs' or empty bank accounts. |
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| lex400sc |
| quote: | Originally posted by Mmanu
Solution to your problem.
Don't buy, then don't do, then don't rant, then spare us from ty threads. Well deserved.
Goddamn snorters. Always coming back with bloody noses or ODs' or empty bank accounts. |
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by lex400sc
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story. |
:stongue: :stongue: :stongue: Holy I just burst out laughing. Most wicked post ever. |
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| noikeee |
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| eRRaTiK |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ang ' ela_ie
"yeah but Coke Zero is AWESOME!" |
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| KilldaDJ |
| should of went out on a cracked out mission to buy beer or valium :) |
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