the oil rig.
THE SHIP BREAKING YARD
A.K.A.
BAD KIDS LAND
WETHER YOUR LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO DRINK AND MAKE OUT WHILE MOSQUITO S TRY TO KILL YOU, A PLACE TO STEAL SOLAR PANELS AND METAL THINGS, THE PERFECT SETTING FOR A DATE WITH A TORTURED PECULIAR ARTY KID, OR MAYBE YOU JUST WANT TO LOOK AT A 20 FOOT LONG 4 TON ANCHOR. WELL BAD KIDS LAND IS A SYNONYM FOR FUN. NOT A METAPHOR !!!
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all sorts of inhumanly large things of indicernable purpose !!!
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cool dangerous stuff left lieing arround un attanded !! un guarded !!!
they leave giant oxy acetalyne tanks out !!! the dont leave torches out but you can show up drunk and huff oxygen... make you momentarily completelly sober followed by stoned and then reverse back to normal !!!
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theese broken oil rigs have been sitting here for years !!! bad kids is next to what seems to be a ship break yard, but why store a huge pile of broken oil rigs for years. one theory we've come up with is that its the giant version of me having 2 and a half broken motorbikes in my basement. or the grail having 8 fucked up bicycles, or hershal having a chandelier collection. we have this crap cuz its
a. cool stuff.
b. we're gonna do this thing with it one day.
obviously bad kids land is owned by some wealthy conected guy who works in boats, and everytime he sees soemthing cool getting thrown out he grabs it and chucks it in the pile.
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one time me and ritard called the 1-800 number on the side of the oil rig on the id card.
we were like "help !!! the rig flipped over and we're lieing on our side !!!! theres oil every where !!! theres baby ducks covered in oil and they cant fly !!! the baby seals are all fucked up !!!"
"yeh !!!" yelled rita, "we need hella copters and send boats !!! power boats!! send canos and little by plains !!! we need propane and DVDS, digital cameras !!! batteries !!! aa and aaa cells !!! we need evcerything man !!!"
they actually stayed on the phone with us for 30 minutes.
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and this thing is obviously a giant loaf of balony with full fetish wear body armor. whats hotter that a 3 ton sentient cold cut animal in rubber and chains ??? how bout the same pervy kink loaf hanging out in the hot southern sun ??
i need someone with a truck to help me steal this and move it to my bckyard. i'm gonna let travellers life in it.
A.K.A.
BAD KIDS LAND
WETHER YOUR LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO DRINK AND MAKE OUT WHILE MOSQUITO S TRY TO KILL YOU, A PLACE TO STEAL SOLAR PANELS AND METAL THINGS, THE PERFECT SETTING FOR A DATE WITH A TORTURED PECULIAR ARTY KID, OR MAYBE YOU JUST WANT TO LOOK AT A 20 FOOT LONG 4 TON ANCHOR. WELL BAD KIDS LAND IS A SYNONYM FOR FUN. NOT A METAPHOR !!!
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all sorts of inhumanly large things of indicernable purpose !!!
BORDER='6'>
cool dangerous stuff left lieing arround un attanded !! un guarded !!!
they leave giant oxy acetalyne tanks out !!! the dont leave torches out but you can show up drunk and huff oxygen... make you momentarily completelly sober followed by stoned and then reverse back to normal !!!
BORDER='6'>
theese broken oil rigs have been sitting here for years !!! bad kids is next to what seems to be a ship break yard, but why store a huge pile of broken oil rigs for years. one theory we've come up with is that its the giant version of me having 2 and a half broken motorbikes in my basement. or the grail having 8 fucked up bicycles, or hershal having a chandelier collection. we have this crap cuz its
a. cool stuff.
b. we're gonna do this thing with it one day.
obviously bad kids land is owned by some wealthy conected guy who works in boats, and everytime he sees soemthing cool getting thrown out he grabs it and chucks it in the pile.
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one time me and ritard called the 1-800 number on the side of the oil rig on the id card.
we were like "help !!! the rig flipped over and we're lieing on our side !!!! theres oil every where !!! theres baby ducks covered in oil and they cant fly !!! the baby seals are all fucked up !!!"
"yeh !!!" yelled rita, "we need hella copters and send boats !!! power boats!! send canos and little by plains !!! we need propane and DVDS, digital cameras !!! batteries !!! aa and aaa cells !!! we need evcerything man !!!"
they actually stayed on the phone with us for 30 minutes.
BORDER='6'>
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and this thing is obviously a giant loaf of balony with full fetish wear body armor. whats hotter that a 3 ton sentient cold cut animal in rubber and chains ??? how bout the same pervy kink loaf hanging out in the hot southern sun ??
i need someone with a truck to help me steal this and move it to my bckyard. i'm gonna let travellers life in it.