Full Version: For Sale
rufus refuses to delete. plz ignore.
I hope you find peace and happiness, dude.
Interesting way to go about selling a car and television set. Rest of the post seems like it would distract potential buyers or at least scare them off, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
HD?
QUOTE (Arnie's Plymouth @ Mar 2 2010, 01:02 AM) 
Ps... Stormy, there are a lot of screwed up people on this site
There's an outside chance I'm one of 'em.
cry for help to a bunch of assholes on the internet.
grow up brainstorm.
grow up brainstorm.
I'm selling my '62 Harmony Reso-tone tenor banjo and my Mac G4.
I am a mind of a monster in the body of a boy. I, a heavy evil highway bandit prowl by car and prowl by midnight feet. I see it in your sisters' faces, whips so wicked, ropes so tight, my fingers rip through garden perfume, body paint the bedspread bright.
I crave warm fluffy things. Kittens, hamsters, feathered fish. Crouching in the country heat, eating legs of chicken hawks, the barnyard grease dribbles down my chin, as I make an important inner space discovery while feeding my human body. My human body holds me its lifetime prisoner. I escape through the tongue splashing into smiles, tears, yells and screams. It is hard for me to appear when the world wants me to, on the surface of my human body. Materialistically the world expects me to communicate on its own terms. I look back and see none. Reality brings about a change. STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE CRAZY.
By being born wild into this universe you are hereby endowed by nature with all you need for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The world owes you a living, flaming creatures. Leave your things on the street and run wild until you get it.
3 vibrators, 2 reach-arounds, 3 power lunches.
I am a mind of a monster in the body of a boy. I, a heavy evil highway bandit prowl by car and prowl by midnight feet. I see it in your sisters' faces, whips so wicked, ropes so tight, my fingers rip through garden perfume, body paint the bedspread bright.
I crave warm fluffy things. Kittens, hamsters, feathered fish. Crouching in the country heat, eating legs of chicken hawks, the barnyard grease dribbles down my chin, as I make an important inner space discovery while feeding my human body. My human body holds me its lifetime prisoner. I escape through the tongue splashing into smiles, tears, yells and screams. It is hard for me to appear when the world wants me to, on the surface of my human body. Materialistically the world expects me to communicate on its own terms. I look back and see none. Reality brings about a change. STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE CRAZY.
By being born wild into this universe you are hereby endowed by nature with all you need for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The world owes you a living, flaming creatures. Leave your things on the street and run wild until you get it.
3 vibrators, 2 reach-arounds, 3 power lunches.
QUOTE (Sid Hartha @ Mar 2 2010, 01:30 PM)
I'm selling my '62 Harmony Reso-tone tenor banjo and my Mac G4.
I am a mind of a monster in the body of a boy. I, a heavy evil highway bandit prowl by car and prowl by midnight feet. I see it in your sisters' faces, whips so wicked, ropes so tight, my fingers rip through garden perfume, body paint the bedspread bright.
I crave warm fluffy things. Kittens, hamsters, feathered fish. Crouching in the country heat, eating legs of chicken hawks, the barnyard grease dribbles down my chin, as I make an important inner space discovery while feeding my human body. My human body holds me its lifetime prisoner. I escape through the tongue splashing into smiles, tears, yells and screams. It is hard for me to appear when the world wants me to, on the surface of my human body. Materialistically the world expects me to communicate on its own terms. I look back and see none. Reality brings about a change. STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE CRAZY.
By being born wild into this universe you are hereby endowed by nature with all you need for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The world owes you a living, flaming creatures. Leave your things on the street and run wild until you get it.
3 vibrators, 2 reach-arounds, 3 power lunches.
I am a mind of a monster in the body of a boy. I, a heavy evil highway bandit prowl by car and prowl by midnight feet. I see it in your sisters' faces, whips so wicked, ropes so tight, my fingers rip through garden perfume, body paint the bedspread bright.
I crave warm fluffy things. Kittens, hamsters, feathered fish. Crouching in the country heat, eating legs of chicken hawks, the barnyard grease dribbles down my chin, as I make an important inner space discovery while feeding my human body. My human body holds me its lifetime prisoner. I escape through the tongue splashing into smiles, tears, yells and screams. It is hard for me to appear when the world wants me to, on the surface of my human body. Materialistically the world expects me to communicate on its own terms. I look back and see none. Reality brings about a change. STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE CRAZY.
By being born wild into this universe you are hereby endowed by nature with all you need for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The world owes you a living, flaming creatures. Leave your things on the street and run wild until you get it.
3 vibrators, 2 reach-arounds, 3 power lunches.
This was fun to read.
Um, I think this belongs in Plug one????
you probably just caused brainstorm to off himself.
How much for the reach-arounds?
How much for the little girl?
no worries brainstorm
the world isn't that bad
fuck it
someone i know is going to rehab tomorrow, now that sucks
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rehab is worse than pedo shit is all i'm saying
just kidding.
but for yeah just put on some wolf eyes and cut yourself and the mental pain will go away.
the world isn't that bad
fuck it
someone i know is going to rehab tomorrow, now that sucks
edit
rehab is worse than pedo shit is all i'm saying
just kidding.
but for yeah just put on some wolf eyes and cut yourself and the mental pain will go away.
instead of seeing the people you hate as being stupid, see them as beautiful creations of god, like the retards in that video
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and then you'll stop hating them
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and then you'll stop hating them
I'd love to hear a psychologist take a stab at trying to interpret whatever the fuck is going on in this thread.
I'm interested in the TV. I can't pay cash, but on your deathbed you'll achieve Ultimate Enlightenment.
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