Smaw Barker

I thought he was a coo' characta' yeow yeow. :cool:

Hahahaha! It may not have been my business but you still publicly posted about it. And CDplayer guy dont refer to me as one of the "new gay guys" because unlike you I dont want to be part of an elitist social circle of INTERNET FRIENDS

Hey Twix hows life treating you now you cant go to high school and you have no future? I'd be very happy knowing Im going to be involved in the fast-food enterprise for the rest of my years.

My mistake! 218 extra posts of boredom and sadness.

Thats funny one day I was walking along and I saw all these cats walking backwards on a one way street and I said "Why, why you walk backwards?!" and the cats said that they'd have to take me to a higher power for me to even begin to understand. They said this with their eyes, as only cats and middle aged painted jezebels can do. So they walked me around the corner and down the alleyway and ducked through the hedges past the Simon le Bon A La Carte Menu and the bin bag of old fish skeletons, beside the bin liner packets and old glove stains lay a map, as soon as I picked it up the cats scattered off backwards. I had to remind myself they were walking backwards because I had become institutionalised on our little walk and suddenly I thought backwards was forwards, but I corrected myself and focused on the map. I caught two trains to bring me to an old outhouse in the Westside, the windows were boarded up and the oil tanker around the back was probably outlawed in the 40's, like it ever stopped the bastards. But the wood windows didnt stop me, I ripped a piece of metal off the old rusted tanker and used it as a hacksaw, breaking through the wood, the first rays of light to enter the large outhouse sizzled the broken stones within it. I jumped inside the window, and the stones pointed me up the stairs. Holding onto the old rusted stair rail, I had to clamber up the old stairs without them crushing beneath me. And I made it, upstairs, to the old guys bedroom, with windows made out of bricks. The Southern Bell whiskey jars were empty, Im sure he told the old hag he just liked collecting Jam jars, bullshit. I searched, in pitch dark, through the entire upstairs bedroom, not sure what I was looking for, possibly the map I wanted so badly. And, I sensed something as I passed out with fear, my head hit off one of the whiskey jars and on the back of one of the labels turned out to be a map as I read it from another train... The search goes on.

:P em esuma ot deirt uoy tsael ta tuB !enil tsrif eht ylno stahT

Congratulations on 6 THOUSAND posts. Thats something to pick the chicks up with.

But that just happened!

!pu ti muS .ti daer uoy sevorp taht gnihtyna yaS

Im original in every way, for example my pubic hair is shapped in such a way that it reminds you of President Carter, yet it looks exactly like Garfield the Cat.

!ti daer tndid uoy teb I

Hey, whats the chances that Jeff Gordon doesnt actually recieve any abuse about having sex at 13 he just wanted to have a way of bringing it up so he could boast about it? Pretty high. And therefore, if he needs to boast about it, whats the chances hes even doing it in the first place? Very high (With another person, mind). And even if he is doing it, who else geniunely thinks that it isnt cool, its pretty gross, and it doesnt make him a man by doing it? INCREDIBLY HIGH- I mean, I do.

No dude shes a 'Headbanger' crazy mosher chick- BUT SOMEHOW IN AN ORIGINAL WAY Woooooah... Rock on you crazy stereotype.

?yrots ym ekil enoyna

No sex for you then.