Discussion in 'Waffle' started by Moskit, Aug 30, 2013.
haha running the risk 0f exceeding reciprocreation and edging into the arena of homoeroticism, i love you and i love these pictures. its so fetching, whats she, theres a book called tears of the moon haha! its a crying ginginger!! i cant make my mind up about her, what is she, because shes her face covered in open sores, usually indicative of crack whore, but shes wearing pristine ascis, shes got a pen case, reading glasses, a purse and that pile of books, i think thats course literature? and how old is she. shit old or just uggpo? fractal haha brilliant, nobody can be ronery quite like the japanese, not to mention abstract, i think they invnted that along with tentacle porn and the age old tradition of bukakke.
opk ok ok so check this out, i was at the company party last night, which took place in an opulent house club by the beach, open bar, and lots of barbecue,then when it got dark, we moved inside to the dancefloor and whatever, aND GET THIS, CHECK THIS OUTö i didnt make a fool out of myself, or do anything abrasive!! not one blessed thing!! didnt fight or argue, didnt kiss, fuck or otherwise try it on with the girls from the lab teams or staff of the club, didnt dance a single step or otherwise draw attention to myself, and being that everyboy was driniking pretty heavily as the bar wasnt the bog standard heineken and cheap wine from a 10 liter PET bottle, it was the good stuff, everybody was getting turbo drunk at the same pace so therefore you loose the point of reference and you dont notice how drunk you really are.
the moment i realized just how drunk i actually was, was when the bus crashed. full frontal b2b a traffic light pole right in the middle of the bus, i guess cos he swerved when he saw that taxi but all of a sudden an explosion and the whole bus is a storm of broken glass and panic ensues.
i think in these situations your first thoughts are very important to remember and take note of, because they tell you alot about who you are.
my first thoughts were this "ah. so its finally happened. i was wondering when i would be involved in a terrorist al-quaida taliban attack blowing up a bus explosion attack, i knew this was gonna happen, and it looks like they made an arse of it, because i survived?" ¨
so i thought it was a terrorist attack that i survived haha. anyway bus broke down outside an indie club in westerpark, in my old area where i used to live, so we had no problem making our way from there on, smoking and drinking.
and then i got home. today is another thing with my old job, so thats two job dos in two days, good idea or not. it is in the winston after all, but i have some work to do on a song me and jamie are doing. i have lost the capacity to filter what goes on in my brain and what i say, i have to say everything i think, im a girl OH DUDE DUDE DUDE
i met a gay yesterday, he was there as a plus one with this guy a work, and he was sooooo beautiful. i mean really, and he was giving me attention, and he was interested in everything i had to say, and hes been on my mind all day. what does that mean?
yeah, bit more gay than you bargained for there hm? well one thread is as good as the next to say my homo feelings about pretty boys. x.
logikz is gay
yup, sorry. since all the homophobia in the akward thread something something about equilibrum, like a see-saw. a gay homo see-saw.
i sucked off three guys. do you have a matter baby
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don't know why but this sums it up -
Karl, is that your job? Do you make Pigs Smoke?
You feed beefburgers to swans!
That sounds like it should be the greatest euphemism of all time
the rapture. dr zhivango. yeah you suck
and yes i am science guy. still doesnt explain the monkey?
about the swan bit, did i tell you the story about the swan farm, haha and my mates country house which was on an island next to it? he had a boat and its a pretty funny story, possibly. did i ever tell you that?
I was gonna post that whole samuel l bit from pulp fiction about "what" you know he says what and niggrr a whole bunch of times...
But i figured our new friend here would just reply with "wat" again.
Mainly, but not exclusively, because his genitals are comparative in length and girth to a 3 year old boys.
speaking of comparatively, 3 year old boy actually beats girl. so good thinking, and my swan farm story includes butchery, mutlation and tying one of them with a long rope to the boat and watching it bounce on the waves as we dragged it through the waves. its a fun read, go on, ask.
Do tell, we're all sitting comfortably!
might be i over sold that story. its basically what happened. with a few additions.
so my mate who i grew up with (is irrevocably insane and in one of the most severe mental wards in sweden) has a beautiful country house, in the archipelago, and it doesnt actually have its own island, its just on a peice of stone sticking up out the water, in the fjord, but we had alot of fun there, as kids. of course, to get there, you needed a boat. boat of any kind, preferably one with a motor, not a canoo. i canooed there once and i dont recommend it.
anyway, that little bit of stone with a house on it, was not far from a swan farm, which was on a larger island. the swan farm wasnt very well secluded by fences or bouyes and nets, and why would they be.
only we were... folllowing in the footsteps of giants. the church burnings and the satanist murders, that was just the generation before ours, and as such, the classes above. so to impress, we knew the path we had to take. so we stole machetes and butterfly knives from our cousins and older siblings boyfriends etc.
this one day, we went to the swan farm.
took óne of them up into the forest and cut it into peices, and, this is worth mentioning, kept the beak and feet. cut it into pieces with a machete.
i guess the bloodlust got to us so we went back down to the boat, grabbed a swan, tied it by the neck to the boat and and pulled off like the indy 5G, and i remember that swan, bouncing off the waves, as it suffocated, like a speedboat does, or, kneeboard, or if you must, wakeboard. so we reeled the rope in, and untied the swan which was not only dead by now, but pretty messed up, for some reason?
anyway we finish up, return the equipment to the house, and take the boat back into the town.
bunch of girls are sitting in this place where we would hang out, they didnt care if we smoked, and we were under age. so bunch of girls are sat at this table, talking to one of these one year older (trust me, that was a whole nother leauge back then, this just one year) metal legends. my mates naturally go straight up to them and tell the tale, as klds do, but theyre met with disbelief and ridicule. until my mate throws the beak and the feet in the ashtray. that kind of stuck. to all of us, more or less, but i think kids generally go through phases.
why do they farm swans?
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