Looks like I've got me a live one. If I had a box of lucky stars, I'd be thanking them.
Now now, context is everything. I know where I've been. What's your point? Every post was justified as far as I'm concerned. I'm disappointed you didn't cherry-pick something better. I have quite a range, you know.
I've been doing this for quite a while. You'll get bored before I do. I've lost count of the hoards I've hounded from this lounge. Literally thousands. I can only work with the putty at hand. It's horses for courses. I know already not to take the same approach with yourself. It's a mutate and survive kinda thing.
Now that I've got me an alligator to wrassle, you'll see a marked difference.
Did I say alligator? I meant spastic.
There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!
There's a time to shit and a time for God,
The last shit that I took was pretty fuckin' odd!
There's a time for drugs and a time to be sane,
Jimi Hendrix makes love to Marilyn's remains!
There's a time to live and a time to die,
I smoke Elvis Presley's toenails when I wanna get high!
There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!
Yeah, I am the ultimate God!
Don't even think of looking with your naked eye, motherfucker.
SHUT UP!
- The Butthole Surfers
We'll have to see if you bringenoughanything to the table to warrant both the interest of Chalice AND myself. In case you haven't notice, which you wouldn't, Chalice and I are the only ones who have even been semi-interested intoying withreading your drivel. I'll take a siesta, wake me when you decide tobringattempt some game.
Sorry to hear of your terrets. That must make it very hard to hold such a (false) view of yourself when you are unable to maintain control of yourself in public. Perhaps that's why you no longer "care" about the opinions of others. Way to build a pacifying wall- too bad it's not sound proof, eh?
So, bring some game- your dead mouse routine only attracts cats for so long. Until you scurry about a bit, there is barely enough for Chalice to chew on...
Oh sorry that's check mate {throws his jacket over his shoulder as he turns and walks away with all eyes on him; taking with him that sense of awe, allowing them to float back down to reality as he disappears in the distance}
... is how I'd like to play it, but really I'm grinning nice and big
That was cherry picked for the purpose of taking it out of context silly.
You don't own any cats do you? The foot under the throw rug, the moving string, they never get old. The live animals do get old really quick from the human side. My cat once brought a live bird in, and dropped it on my face while I was sleeping. You might ask, "how do you know that if you were sleeping?" Well it's because I suddenly woke up to a live bird smacking me around like Tina Turner, and that bastard yellow cat was giving it some room to just hunt it down again.
I have been doing school stuff; however, it's two days into spring break, and I'm doing spring break stuff, which mostly consists of me watching porn and getting wopped.
He's a self important prick. I think you should step on his neck, see how well he handles it.
He can stay or piss off. I couldn't care less.
Peace, Paul![]()
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