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Y'all got no idea. It's like that time Batman kicked Superman's azs.
All I know is I'm going to leave it to them to sort out; I know when I'm outclassed.
I'm taking a walk.
But Superman can fly. How did Batman win???
Because Jarel is proud, and foolish in his certitude. The Detective, given time and money - both of which fate granted - was able to plan. And kick the ever loving snot out of the man of steel.
Trying to be Batman rather than Superman. But I'm getting drunk first.
someone should make like footy pajamas but as shorts, like they would have straps down the sides of the legs to hold the shoe part on but would be super comfy and have super heroes and cartoon characters on them. it would be awesome!
someone should make like footy pajamas but as shorts, like they would have straps down the sides of the legs to hold the shoe part on but would be super comfy and have super heroes and cartoon characters on them. it would be awesome!
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
there is a 2 foot catfish that i see all the time going in and out of a hole near the shore of the lake where i live, I really want to try catfish noodling now.
I just googled catfish noodling and then got a sense of deja vu. I am pretty sure you folks have made me google it before- that or some other crazy fishing tactic.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I brought Key Lime Pie flavored yogurt to work tonight. I had never even had Key Lime pie until this years Bonnaroo. I had Boston Creme pie for the first time too. It wasn't as good.
I'm so fucking hungover...... I need ibuprofen stat.... But I'm at a friends house in a strange place and I have no idea where anything is, it's going to be a loooooong day.
Oh, and apparently last night I agreed to throw a party at my house? So I guess I'm having a party tonight.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
You got a fist-bump waiting for you whenever you feel comfortable accepting it.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
This is not lame at all. I have so many warm, gushy feelings about this place and the people on here that I haven't even thought of a way to single everyone out in the "celebration of you" thread. NOT being able to stay at brunch this year made me really sad.
I've typed four things out and deleted them. I'll condense the rambling since apparently I separate every idea with periods and then with long, vaguely punctuated sentences because I've read too many quacking Chuck Palahniuk books. So. Basically. I want to say that even though I mostly post in Now Playing Dos, I'm very happy to be here. Even though I haven't met any of you because I was too nervous to come to brunch this year or last because I didn't have any special food to bring: I feel comfortable here. This is lame (I was going to say "probably lame", but, it's lame, I promise), but being virtually surrounded by people that consume themselves with music is comforting as all hell. Even if that's not what the conversation is about, knowing that a deep-seated love and desire for music is the pretext for everything and anything is comforting. Even though the festival is over, it doesn't feel that way, and I have no desire to leave this community. I probably won't talk on here that frequently outside of posting what I'm listening to, but that is conversation enough sometimes. Okay. Wrapping up. Ehh. Nah. It's over. Quack desirable conclusions.
I second this, couldn't say it much better my self! My first roo but I feel like I left a part of me at the farm
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
Why do people feel the need to tell you how smart they are? Telling me how you are above average intelligence doesn't change my opinion of you. Doesn't make you any less of an asshole, sir.
I don't even like other people saying anything about my intelligence. I feel douchey by proxy.