Bullshit Thread #7

[Corleone]

hello eveyone, hows tonight going for you

[lithium royalty]

it's poppin off at my house...

..not really.. but theres cold beer in the fridge

[Corleone]

mmm i may look for a lucky myself

[lithium royalty]

we're the lucky ones, not the beer, beer is a gift.

[Corleone]

lol yeah i am lucky

lucky is a cheap beer here in canada... 24 for 24 lol

[lithium royalty]

dog drink miller high life 30 for 15

[Corleone]

Yeah but MGD is where its at concerning mr.miller, I don't even go for the cheap stuff, this shits just leftovers baby.

[hydroponic82]

im leavin work ..finaLLY

drug dependency is a must.



peace to hoes
and assholes.

[Corleone]

what else is there to look forward to? i just got off work myself.

[hydroponic82]

what else is there to look forward to?

purple indica , cold beer and 7 hours to myself.

damn my life sucks.

[Corleone]

i feel ya man, i have fri-sun to do nothing, might go up to the cottage and fish/get drunk or stay here in my empty house and get even more messed up... what to do

[tarkil]

the chick in green pants and the one on the far right are hawt.

My thoughts exactly...

[Zato]

the chick in green pants and the one on the far right are hawt.

My thoughts exactly...

And my ridiculously beautiful ex girlfriend wasn't even there  I am up again way to early. Anyone can tell me how to resize those giant photo's? Thx

[Jacob]

the chick in green pants and the one on the far right are hawt.

My thoughts exactly...

And my ridiculously beautiful ex girlfriend wasn't even there  I am up again way to early. Anyone can tell me how to resize those giant photo's? Thx

dude, just open them it Paint or whatever and resize. if you upload them to photobucket.com I think you can even choose to resize them there.

now, as thanks for a piece of my wisdom, how bout you give me the phone numbers to those two girls?

[tarkil]

ha ha. Good boy !!

[Jacob]

learn from the master.

actually, I shouldn't say that before I have their numbers...

[tarkil]

lol... I'm all listening...

[tarkil]

There are three types of people in this world: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Americans, now we're dicks. Peace activists and actors are pussies, but terrorists are assholes who just like to shit all over everything. Now pussies don't like dicks because dicks fuck pussies, but dicks fuck assholes too. However, dicks sometimes want to fuck too much or fuck when it is inappropiate. So pussies need to keep them in line. Pussies want to deal with assholes their own way, but only dicks can fuck assholes, dicks with balls. Sometimes pussies get so full of shit, they become assholes themselves. Pussies are only an inch and a half away being assholes anyway. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but if the pussies don't let the dicks fuck the assholes, the are assholes gonna cover the all the dicks and pussies in shit.

[lithium royalty]

I'm on my girls new sidekick 3
Its pretty pimpin

[Mazzy]

today i almost witnessed the deaths of 2 birds: fred the faker and the stupid pigeon.

my friend shoshanna and i spotted fred the faker - a tiny sparrow-like thing - hobbling across a major sydney road, seemingly unaware that he was blessed with the magic of flight. after a few seconds of girlie panic we realised that his leg was broken. and after a few more seconds of karma-checking, we decided to save him from a squashy death. we ran into the middle of the road and i bundled fred in a jacket while shoshanna stood spread-eagled, ready to stop oncoming cars from propelling me into the past tense. fred was saved!! we placed him in shoshanna's bag and hailed down a bus to take us to the nearest vet. it was during this bus ride we realised that we were the most wonderful people on earth and that movies would one day be made about our kindness and heroism. however, what happened next was possibly the most shameful act ever performed by a bird against humanity. as we got off the bus and waited to cross the road, fred up and flew away. with ease. no goodbye. no "ta for the ride, laydeez". just a poo in a bag and a bitter memory. conned into giving a free ride home to a badass bird faking an injury.

and that is the story of fred the faker.

the story of the stupid pigeon is much shorter. it flew headfirst into the bonnet of my dad's car, causing both dad and myself to scream like girlie girls (well, one of us did. you can guess who), and then flew away again uninjured.

and that is the story of the stupid pigeon.