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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:33 pm
Sounds like Mou had a great time yesterday, good for her. 3nodding
So anyway...yeah.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:35 pm
Psh, I'm so bored of my day job and I've only been back a week. confused I should quit.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:38 pm
Yeah, that's it. Now it's time (now that Rose has gone to America to stay with her mum for a month) for a complete change. I'm going to stop drinking, quit smoking, quit my job, find a woman, and...um...what else can a man do?
I guess I could get a tan, maybe take a guy's night out with Gerald. That'd be cool, Gerald and I hitting the clubs, getting some ladies. Hell yeah, that sounds fun. I just gotta quit my job.
Dammit.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:43 pm
Maybe I'll go salsa dancing, it's been a few months since I last went salsa dancing. surprised Mix in some tango, with the hot segnoritas! Caldo! Caldo!
Io ballo con ragazza caldo! Si, si! Buono! cool
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:46 pm
I might even start dressing better, sexier. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. Hellz yea-yah. Woo some women with my music cred, they be all devouring the music cred.
Woo! :partyhard:
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:48 pm
But that aint gonna happen, cause I wont be quitting my job. Like a little pretty pansy. mad I hate flowers. I hate giving women flowers. And chocolates. And Valentines day sucks a**. Screw Valentines day.
Man...talk about an emotional roller coaster. I mean, seriously: What the Hell!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:51 pm
Maybe it aint so bad, I mean hey - I been alone almost e'ery Valentines day in my whole damn life! The first eighteen don't even count though. Can't drive till your eighteen where I was, so I been robbed eighteen Valentines days, I only lived through eight, damn! I'm going to be older this year. God-be-damned birthday. Stupid twenty-seven. Jeeezus. Twenty-seven and I ehnt even in a relationship. Stoopid ex girlfriend and her stoopid new "model" boyfriend.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:53 pm
But there's a plus to it, no nagging, no whining, no "did you take out the garbage?", no "bring in the newspapers". I mean Hell, midnight gets me my newspaper and she's a damn cat! That's a dog's job. Now that I got two female cats, it's 2 vs 2, Gerald and I are outnumbered. Cause women talk about as much as three men. So it's really like, 6 vs 2. Having the ex gone definitely takes most of the edge off. That's right. Screw her!
Man, these ... be some messed up pills I be taking.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:54 pm
I shoulda stayed in the gaddumned army, maybe die or something. At least it was exciting there, for the two whole months I was there - s**t, if I hadn't been injured, I might've made a difference. Oh well, so much for that country.
This was the 32723'rd post. ehnt palindromes a b***h?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:56 pm
Man, someone'd be lookin in her wile I be posting this stuff, and theys be all: man, what the Hell is this wop talkin bout? Right? Amirite? Of course I am, I'm the law after all. Haha, law rhymed with all. Hahaah!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:58 pm
Well Ho-lee poe-nee, I am now one fi't the way to my avatar's sexual obstruction. Go from maaaaaaale to femaaaale. You know, I was re'ding Genesis the other day, and female is supposed to mean "of man", so really, God was screwin yous o'er to begin with. Don't fight the men, fight the Man! Go hippidom! I men, mean freedom!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:59 pm
Why don't the avatars e'er face left? Has they got some turning disorder like Zoolander? Can't turn left? Whoopdie-do-dah!? Ah' ken turn left!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:02 pm
Fratelli d'Italia
L'Italia s'è desta
Dell'elmo di Scipio
S'è cinta la testa.
Dove'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma;
Chè schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.
Stringiamoci a coorte,
Siam pronti alla morte:
Italia chiamò!
Noi siamo da secoli
Calpesti e derisi,
Perchè non siam popolo,
Perchè siam divisi;
Raccolgaci un'unica
Bandiera, un speme;
Di fonderci insieme;
Già l'ora suonò.
Stringiamoci a coorte,
Siam pronti alla morte:
Italia chiamò!
Uniamoci, amiamoci;
L'unione e l'amore
Rivelano ai popoli
Le vie del Signore:
Giuriamo far libero
Il suolo natío;
Uniti per Dio
Chi vincer ci può?.
Stringiamoci a coorte,
Siam pronti alla morte:
Italia chiamò!
Dall'Alpi a Sicilia
Dovunque è Legnano
Ogni uom di Ferruccio:
Ha il cuor e la mano.
I bimbi d'Italia
Si chiamano Balilla:
Il suon d'ogni squilla
I vespri suonò.
Stringiamoci a coorte,
Siam pronti alla morte:
Italia chiamò!
Son giunchi che piegano
Le spade vendute:
Già l'Aquila d'Austria
Le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia
E il sangue polacco
Bevè col Cosacco
Ma il cor le bruciò
Stringiamoci a coorte
Siam pronti alla morte:
Italia chiamò!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:07 pm
Oh that song brings back such wunderbar memories. 2006 winter Olympics here in my own province. Ahhh, such pride.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:08 pm
We also won the World Cup, eat that! Hahahahahaha! [/evil_laughter]
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