Hey, Lusst says you're cool, so I guess I should apologize for flaming earlier. I recently lost my childhood dog to old age and I've been on edge. Sorry man.
WTF does lusst know? This is an uncharacteristic move on your part.
I've become too much like Ghost; constantly flaming. I've decided to turn over a new leaf and try to be helpful and cordial.
Seanzilla's a cool poster.
I'm worried about your health... I mean... you're not doing this cause you've got some terminal illness are you? Oh, god... it's lupus! WHY GOD! WHY couldn't you take somebody worthless like Jane Goodall?! WHY?!
And if you don't have health problems now... I suggest you stock up on ulcer medication, cause holding that shit in is detrimental.
BTW, whatever happened to ghost?
Hey, Lusst says you're cool, so I guess I should apologize for flaming earlier. I recently lost my childhood dog to old age and I've been on edge. Sorry man.
I'm sorry to hear about your dog.
Yeah, me too.I'm sorry to hear about your dog.
He was a worthless mutt. Fuck him.
you grew up on a farm and dogs were put down as soon as they couldn't serve their purpose
I'm glad the real bort is still around. he didn't you once tell me you grew up on a farm and dogs were put down as soon as they couldn't serve their purpose?
Source?
Urban likes animals more than people. Interesting.
Growing up in the country gave me a different view on pets. If they stop being useful, they get shot. In the head. Of Mice and Men style. Hopefully the dog helps you get into the coffee chick's pants. And her GF's.
I believe... bacon has just won this thread.Lupus is some terrible shit, man. I feel for ya b0rt. I'd wear an armband to support you and whatnot, but the lupus armbands are gay lookin, so I'll just pour out some beer for you. Not literally, of course because I don't waste beer on principal, but you know what I mean.
I had the chicken pox once. My mom's friend had a son that was covered in these nasty red bumps that itched like... well, chicken pox. So what does the whore do? She drops me off for the weekend to play with the sick fucker. Shitty part is, he had the worst toys in the world. He had battle cat, but no armor and his He-man was missing a leg. His Man-at-arms was intact, but his sweet ass cheeto-looking weapon thing got eaten by his dog. Even his dog sucked. Anyways, so I get the fuckin chicken pox and I'm like, "Sweet. now the gods hate me, too." And right as I think this, it starts to rain. And then the rain brings lightening and then the lightning struck the fucking power line outside and caught it on fire. So not only do the gods hate me, but now they're trying to kill me. So I was like, "FUCK, SHIT! (cause I had low grade torretts between the ages of 7 and 23) Is it not enough that I have the plague, a legless he-man and an armor-less battlecat?"
And then... I heard a voice. It was my whore mother, returning to take me home. No doubt to infect my innocent sister. Fuck it. At least I had a sweet set of legos waiting for me.
RIP B0rt.
PS. Dude, you should totally get some legos.