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Disco Hell.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:23:19 am)
Chewing Wax:
Well... yeh.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:40:02 am)
Heruka:
It's too bloody cold out. Too bloody cold. I think we're going bowling today. Bowling. A great sport.
Does spanking your 2" knubbin of a cock while drooling over 5 year olds constitute as "research"? I don't think so. I file it as a perversion, and keep an eye on this creep.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:42:42 am)
Chewing Wax:
Just listen to the lyrics.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:47:26 am)
Chewing Wax:
Just listen to the lyrics.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:47:36 am)
Chewing Wax:
What the hell is going on?
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:47:48 am)
Chewing Wax:
That's better.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:48:22 am)
Heruka:
yeah. he's obviously overcompensating in an attempt to hide his interest in 5 year old boys.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 9:54:53 am)
Decoy:
Rough Boys?
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 10:18:54 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Good Afternoon, American cousins.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 10:57:51 am)
Chewing Wax:
Hello Mrs
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 11:15:25 am)
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(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 2:42:07 pm)
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(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 2:47:35 pm)
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(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 3:58:54 pm)
Queenie:
definately and for sure got the farmhouse. the guy is raping us with move-in costs though. $150 per cat, whatever. Like they're even worth that much.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 6:10:13 pm)
Queenie:
sad about maurice gibb. he was good people.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 6:11:01 pm)
Myk Murphy:
a farmhouse in washington state. you could have many entertaining film-making adventures there, cats or no cats. i agree with heruka about the cold. it's really cold here, too. yes, certainly a shame about maurice gibb.
(Sun Jan 12, 2003 - 6:21:03 pm)
Mo Gibb:
Ah, ah, ah, ah staying alive, staying alive....wait....never mind.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 12:17:15 am)
Decoy:
I finally figgered out and mastered a Super Video CD. So that's good. I'm gonna convert all the home movies.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 6:55:22 am)
Chewing Wax:
Good morning wind swept idle chatters.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 7:38:32 am)
Cushca:
I'm leaving my job. Again. I'm bored of this shit over and over again. Why are all jobs abso-fucking-lutely awful? I mean, not even just dull. But un-fucking-bearably bad. Why is that?
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 7:39:10 am)
Myk Murphy:
Good morning, happy employees. Sorry to hear that the job blows, cushca. From the name of your new "mill", i figured that the place would be pleasant and well-lit.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 8:15:48 am)
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ANALOGIES & METAPHORS FOUND IN HIGH SCHOOL ESSAYS....
~ Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
~ His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free.
~ He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
~ She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
~ She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
~ Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
~ He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
~ The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
~ From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
~ Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
~ The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
~ Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
~ John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
~ He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
~ Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
~ The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
~ The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
~ He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
~ The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
~ He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
~ She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
~ It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 8:19:55 am)
Myk Murphy:
Some of those are too clever to have been written by students.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 8:33:42 am)
Froupie:
bonjour all you happy souls
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 8:48:19 am)
Chewing Wax:
I thought you loved your job.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:21:28 am)
Chewing Wax:
Hello Froupie and Myk.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:21:59 am)
vegas paul:
Wax, what are you doing for the super bowl?
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:24:46 am)
Chewing Wax:
Hello Vegas. I don't think I have any plans. Why?
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:27:28 am)
Chewing Wax:
I have a new e-mail address. It's chewing.wax@verizon.net.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:27:51 am)
vegas paul:
Meet me in Vegas! I'm going for the weekend. You can proabably get a cheap jet blue flight from buffalo.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:28:26 am)
vegas paul:
If you're interested give me a call. I can fill you in on the details.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:29:46 am)
Chewing Wax:
Vegas? I ain't never been to Vegas.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:33:34 am)