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Post by 1:( on Jul 22, 2004 1:14:44 GMT -5
I'm devoting this thread to how much whining and bitching about all your problems kicks ass. It's so fun. I've been getting a lot of shit on another message board lately because everyone thinks all I do is complain. Well, they all suck, so why not have this, eh?
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Post by Shevy on Jul 22, 2004 2:08:15 GMT -5
I'm not sleeping much lately. I blame society. I think I'll go kill somebody.
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Post by toddhascrabs on Jul 22, 2004 8:56:16 GMT -5
it's to hot for me. I'm scheduling a mass suicide at 7 on Friday. The suicide will be of course the world.....
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Post by Shevy on Jul 22, 2004 11:00:58 GMT -5
My penis is too small. I think I'm going to cut it off and put it in the blender with a little bit of ice and fruit. That way I can chop my dick off AND enjoy a refreshing smoothie.
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Post by 1:( on Jul 31, 2004 19:51:08 GMT -5
There are rats running around in my house. Or maybe they're chipmunks. In any case, they're running around between the walls. It's pissing me off/creeping me out/keeping me awake at night. It sucks.
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Post by 1:( on Aug 6, 2004 6:51:47 GMT -5
Having to take constant shit when you're right sucks. First, a bunch of idiots were spamming up a picture thread, so I tell them to stop in picture form(I made this thing in paint in about two seconds) and then I get blasted. Then my sister says something about my dad's birthday and I constantly tell her I don't know what to get, and she keeps calling me a fag and saying I can't think of anyone but myself. What, because I don't know? God damn people. I'll kill them all. Fucking dipshits.
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Post by smcproductions on Aug 13, 2004 5:20:24 GMT -5
My penis is too small. I think I'm going to cut it off and put it in the blender with a little bit of ice and fruit. That way I can chop my dick off AND enjoy a refreshing smoothie. anyone who drinks smoothies might as well chop off their dick and drill a hole in it's place for smoothie drinkers are nothing more than girly cum-dumpsters. |
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Post by Shevy on Aug 24, 2004 5:43:14 GMT -5
Here's something that pisses me off...wearing metal shirts in public. More specifically, me wearing metal shits in public.
I used to buy metal shirts if it was a good design and wanted to support the band...but the only time I wear them anymore is when I'm doing some work around the house or if I'm wearing something over it like a sweat shirt.
Why is that? Because everybody who happens to like whichever band is printed on your T-shirt thinks it's their god given right to walk up to you and start talking to you about it.
I would be fine if somebody in passing happened to say something like, "Hey, dig the T-shirt. Good band. Saw 'em last year live, they were awesome". That rarely happens, though. Instead, it's "Oh cool an (insert band name here) shirt! Dude, I totally dig them. Have you heard the new one? How do you like the production? Blah blah blah".
If Kicked In The Face ever releases a T-shirt, I want to make sure it reads perfectly clear on the front and back:
I HAVE A TON OF SHIT I NEED TO DO.
I HAVE A TON OF SHIT I WANT TO DO.
SITTING AROUND SHOOTING THE SHIT WITH YOU ABOUT HEAVY METAL DIDN'T MAKE EITHER FUCKING LIST! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS?
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Post by 1:( on Aug 24, 2004 6:32:39 GMT -5
I like to wear band shirts. Hell, at my school people often don't know the band on the shirt anyway. I was considering just buying all my shirts either at shows, or buying blank white shirts at Wal-Mart from now on just so I can draw on them with Sharpie marker(and I have a few shirts like this). In any case, I just make sure to avoid any shirt with a clothes company on it. Waste of space, really.
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Post by unclemeat on Aug 24, 2004 14:34:21 GMT -5
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Metal shirts are always cool.
Hats with band names are beyond gay. Especially the ones with ribbions comming out the back.
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Post by toddhascrabs on Aug 24, 2004 15:36:14 GMT -5
metal t-shirts rock. I wear them whereever. weddings, high school graduation, college graduation. Hell, even if I was IN THE DAMN THINGS, Fuck it. When I left school people knew I was an oncompromising asshole.
So why in the world do I have to hear about how cruel and uncomromising I am? I KNOW THAT! WHAT'S YOUR POINT!
Oh, and poison ivy on the cock is just aweful.
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Post by Shevy on Aug 24, 2004 23:23:35 GMT -5
Hats with band names are beyond gay. I beg to differ. I wore my old Slayer hat until it could be worn no more. Trucker caps...now those things suck. |
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Post by sc00ts on Aug 25, 2004 1:27:34 GMT -5
The only cool band hat was Belladonna's ball cap with the upturned bill with "INJUN" written on the underside.
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Post by Shevy on Aug 25, 2004 1:30:26 GMT -5
Anything immediately associated with Belladonna is automatically uncool by default.
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Post by sc00ts on Aug 25, 2004 5:04:23 GMT -5
Fuck that, Among the Living is a raging album. Tell me you didn't have a homemade INJUN cap in the 8th grade and I'll call you a filthy liar.
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Post by Shevy on Aug 25, 2004 5:35:43 GMT -5
I liked everything about Anthrax except for Belladonna. I liked them even more when he left the band. Even though this goes against popular opinion, the guy sucked.
In my humble opinion, Anthrax wrote some bad songs, but their absolute worst was "Indians". I would have liked to offer Belladonna a handful of beads and trinkets for his gay Injuns hat so I could have homeless people shit and piss on it for plastic bottles of cheap wine. Maybe one of them could even make a small wigwam out of it afterwards for their pet pigeon.
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Post by sc00ts on Aug 25, 2004 5:53:36 GMT -5
WAAAR DANCE!!!
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Post by Shevy on Aug 25, 2004 6:09:21 GMT -5
Here's something else I want to complain about...
A good friend of mine, Seabass, has a bit of a problem with luck. Nothing ever seems to work out right for him, and on top of that, he's overweight, has a poor diet, does not exercise, smokes two packs a day, can't hold a job, and is depressed most of the time. Since this kid doesn't have a lot of money, he does his best getting by with what he's got. So I guess a friend of his offered him a free radio for his car, and also offered to install it for him...no charge.
So the guy installs the radio, everything appears to work awesome, but he knocked out the headlights so now they don't work. Not realizing this, my friend just goes on his merry way.
Driving back from Mass. one night, he notices that his headlights don't work. Because of this, he gets pulled over by a cop.
He stumbles out of the car waiving his hands around yelling, "Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me! I think I need an ambulance!"
Boom. He drops dead right in front of the cop! As it turns out, he had a massive heart attack and died....at 32 years old!
The cop reacts and manages to bring him back to life while the ambulance is on the way. While he's in the ambulance, he has another heart attack and dies again. The crew in the ambulance work fast and manage to revive him a second time!
So they get him to the closest hospital, get him on the operating table as fast as they can, and he dies a third and final time after another severe heart attack. Luckily, he manage to revive him AGAIN.
They fix Seabass up and bring him to some recovery section of the hospital (I'm stupid when it comes to hospitals, so I don't know what to call any of this stuff). He wakes up, appears to be doing okay, and then has another massive heart attack, almost dying a fourth time.
So this kid is only 32 years old, and can say with a straight face that he's had four massive heart attacks, quadruple bypass surgery, and flatlined three times.
It kind of makes me look at my life in a different light. I'm too busy sweating the small stuff and waiting for the clock to tick down. Just waiting for work to end. Just waiting for the weekend to come. Just waiting for the rain to stop. Just spending every single day waiting instead of doing or enjoying.
You know what? Fuck that. I'm not waiting anymore. I refuse to be "too busy". If I live to be 84 years old, my life is already one third over. We're dead a whole lot longer than we're alive, and how much time of that is wasted waiting for the next TV show to come on, waiting for the light to turn green, waiting to mow the lawn, and waiting for something new to just land in our laps?
It's inevitable that we're all going to die. One century from now, everybody we all know will probably be dead. I refuse to die simply because I'm waiting to die. I'm going to start eating more vegetables starting NOW. I'm exercising more starting NOW. I'm spending more time with my friends and family and less time at work starting NOW.
So there's my complaining rant for the day.
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Post by sc00ts on Aug 25, 2004 8:14:46 GMT -5
How do you die for the "third and final" time and still live?  Anyway, glad your friend pulled through. I was just going to post about my car not starting at the Salvation Army on lunch, but it seems like kind of small potatoes now. |
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Post by Shevy on Aug 25, 2004 8:52:24 GMT -5
Yeah, in that context it does sound like he's on the other side of the grass. I meant as far as the story was concerned, that's the final time he died before being brought back.
So which car would not start? Jetta or Thing?
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