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.

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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.

I'd like to fit my dick in between the huge gap in Chris Martins front two teeth! Um-um yummy yummy.

I'd fuck that guy! :cool:

Huh? Helll no, I speak no lies.

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Black Hole Sun was wicked. The Scientist, how the hell has nobody brought this up. So (Playing it forwards of course) Chris gets in a car crash, he survives, his girlfriend goes through the windscreen and gets spliced up, he leaves her to lay on the ground while he walks up through the forest, down the road and makes a costume change before getting into town and taking a nice nap on a sunbed.

Nearly a year later- insane. Yesterday- The Beatles!!!

Yeah of course if nobody likes Coldplay I wont either but for the time being IM THE BIGGEST MOST LOYAL FAN IN THE WORLD, EVER Politik is like crazy crazy hardcore, its too extreme for me. And the lyrics are fucking nuts! "Give us a hug, gi'us a kiss Tell me your a PolitiKKKKKKKK" WHO THINKS OF LYRICS LIKE THAT?! MA MA MA AMAZING! Especially the K at the end of Politik, thats so cool because it obviously means something to Chris and conveinantly sounds cooler and more original that way.

Phew! I simply switched the CD and she didnt notice. But dont worry shes now ready to rock with some J-Mack approved rocking bocking! Shmo Tax style.

Well thanks for the help Tomas but the real issue here is how Tim feels, of course it comes into account of how Tim feels but how Tim feels is just as important. If Tim meets Tim tomorow Tim said that Tim wouldnt feel the same about Tim as Tim feels about Tim and if that happens then Tim comes into account as Tim likes Tim but not Tim and Tim loves Tim but not Tim. ...Which woulda been much less confusing if everyones real name wasnt Sam. Christ. But this is sweet news! Tim just told me that Tim and Tim went to a hotel room and had some Tim-on-Tim action, whoo!

That was just confusing. As for my problem... My friend (Lets call him Tim) fancy's this girl I really like (Lets call her Tim) and she might fancy Tim or this other fellow (Lets call him Tim) but he fancys this girl (Lets call her Tim) who really hates Tim and Tim hates her and Tim so if Tim doesnt fancy Tim after awhile or Tim starts going out with Tim (Putting Tim off of her) then I might be able to snag a date with Tim but only if Tim doesnt get in the way.