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- El_Montr00
Just came back from a long weekend trip from Puerto Rico.
Monday morning.....back to work :-/
- scarabin0
ran out of smokes on saturday, haven't bothered to buy more. nicotine withdrawals are making me cranky, which i find funny. i know if i buy a pack and have one i'll feel better, but do i really want to be doing that shit?
i wonder how many days it'll take me to stop having withdrawal symptoms.
- ********0
I'm looking for the slow clapping B&W gif. Anyone?
- pango0
hmmm.... qbn is quite quiet at night. where are all the night crew?
- ********0
dont feel like goin into work, too much whiskey. had film premiere last night, went well. blahblah
- neverblink0
Dear blog,
I thought I had it all figured out, but in comes Safari and blows my lazy-loading script clear out the water, or rather, just ignores it. Seems like $(document).ready() might fire too early (before elements can be altered) or too late (after elements are loaded).
- Seems to be a deliberate Safari "bug": https://bugs.webkit.…neverblink
- ismith0
ROMAN POLANSKI - has been wanted in the United States since 1977, when he pled guilty to raping a 13-year-old girl. He fled to France before sentencing and has been free ever since, but was was arrested over the weekend in Switzerland and is now facing extradition. Of course he’s outraged by this. “He was shocked, dumbfounded, but he is in a fighting mood and he is very determined to defend himself.” Hopefully the Swiss are real sarcastic and they drug him so he can’t defend himself. Oh and also then they rape him. -wwtdd
- Horp0
In the shadows, at the very back of an abandoned place, buried under boxes of long forgotten stuff, a pair of little shiny black eyes opened. A little face twitched, covered in dust and cobwebs, and a tiny little nose eeked out a quiet little sneeze that sounded like a squeek.
Trembling with immense effort, the little thing struggled against the weight of the discarded junk that pinned it down. The little thing must have been there forever. It didn't know how long exactly, because it couldn't remember. It couldn't remember anything at all. It hadn't seen daylight for such a long time that it had forgotten completely what day light was.
Its tiny little body, so frail from neglect and misuse, just wasn't able to shift the pile of junk, and after a short while the little thing gave up trying to get free and just lay there, sobbing gently to itself.
"Where am I?" it asked the darkness. The darkness didn't answer. "where am I, and...why am I... and... what am I?" it sobbed. And little tears washed tiny rivulets down each of its sooty little cheeks.
Just when it was feeling more hopeless than it was possible for such a small thing to feel, and crying much harder than a tiny thing ought to be able to cry, a voice sounded out across the void...
"There you are" it said, sounding very pleased about that.
"There who is?"" cried the little thing.
"Why, There YOU are, silly", said the mysterious voice, bubbling with joy.
"But, but... WHAT am I?" asked the little thing, feeling just as miserable as before, "and why am I here?" the tears didn't want to stop.
"Why, you are the blog thread" said Horp, lifting the little thing up from the pile of junk, "and you've been left behind on PAGE FUCKING FOUR FOR FUCK'S SAKE"
"Page four?" said the little thing, sounding a bit cross, "PAGE FUCKING FOUR?"
"Yes, said Horp, page fucking four... unbelievable"
"CUNTS" said the blog thread, and he trotted over to the corner, and shat in a special little fridge that had been put there for just this sort of occasion.- Old post, reposted. Please ignore.Horp
- cunts, indeed
locustsloth
- Eau_chap0
what the devil?
- Horp0
Hi Old Blog Crowd!!!
- Horp0
Ahhhh, I miss the blog thread.
- 7point340
*stretches out. foot strikes a drifter. recoils, appalled. realizes the blog is littered with squatters
- Horp0
Dear blog,
I do like to rub chicken and I don't think that's a problem. However, earlier I was rubbing a piece of chicken and I pretended to drop a pencil on the floor. I leaned down under the table to retrieve the pencil but really I was pressing my cheek lightly against the meat.
I have to confess that I licked, slightly, on the chicken, with my tongue.
I wouldn't say this was necessarily a sexual thing, but I did become extremely aroused at about the same time.
- Eau_chap0
In the shadows, at the very back of an abandoned place, buried under boxes of long forgotten stuff, a pair of little shiny black eyes opened. A little face twitched, covered in dust and cobwebs, and a tiny little nose eeked out a quiet little sneeze that sounded like a squeek.
Trembling with immense effort, the little thing struggled against the weight of the discarded junk that pinned it down. The little thing must have been there forever. It didn't know how long exactly, because it couldn't remember. It couldn't remember anything at all. It hadn't seen daylight for such a long time that it had forgotten completely what day light was.
Its tiny little body, so frail from neglect and misuse, just wasn't able to shift the pile of junk, and after a short while the little thing gave up trying to get free and just lay there, sobbing gently to itself.
"Where am I?" it asked the darkness. The darkness didn't answer. "where am I, and...why am I... and... what am I?" it sobbed. And little tears washed tiny rivulets down each of its sooty little cheeks.
Just when it was feeling more hopeless than it was possible for such a small thing to feel, and crying much harder than a tiny thing ought to be able to cry, a voice sounded out across the void...
"There you are" it said, sounding very pleased about that.
"There who is?"" cried the little thing.
"Why, There YOU are, silly", said the mysterious voice, bubbling with joy.
"But, but... WHAT am I?" asked the little thing, feeling just as miserable as before, "and why am I here?" the tears didn't want to stop.
"Why, you are the blog thread" said Horp, lifting the little thing up from the pile of junk, "and you've been left behind on PAGE FUCKING FOUR FOR FUCK'S SAKE"
"Page four?" said the little thing, sounding a bit cross, "PAGE FUCKING FOUR?"
"Yes, said Horp, page fucking four... unbelievable"
"CUNTS" said the blog thread, and he trotted over to the corner, and shat in a special little fridge that had been put there for just this sort of occasion.
- canuck0
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