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I done stolt this from Trase
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.
Weapon- A B.C. Rich Warlock bass guitar. Plenty of bludgeony and stabby options.
Song- The Zydeco Man by Clifton Chenier
Famous Person- The only one who could ever ensure my survival- Grace Jones.
Cakes
Myspace 'tardery. Why is it that when I look up something on myspace, it keys in on one word and gives me a list of every crap-cranium who knows how to spell the word?
For instance, say some one told me to look them up on myspace and I search for Albert who is 30 and lives in Sheboygan Wisconsin. I will inevitably end up with every slow-tard with a computer and a prince albert. damned useless.
What is it about military/police forces that forbids any soldier/officer from grabbing their own rifle off of the rack? Whay is there always one bloke who stands by said rack and dutifully passes a rifle to everyman (or woman) who signed up for the shootin' fight? Is he the only one qualified to dislodge an M4A1 of the rack? That's the bloke I wanna be. I don't wanna shoot nobody up, I just want to deal out the hardware, and then raid the barrack kitchen for anyone's leftover chinese foods when they're squeezing off rounds at the latest beard. I'm sure the scrap will end up on you tube so I won't miss anything. If I ever got drafted, I'd just request to be the guy who passes out the boomstick to all the fightin' men.
How do I open an .RAR file on a mac?
I keep getting this message that says "Ur doing it wrong."
How does Jackson Michigan have an artist comunity?
I'm so dumb at 'puters that all I've figured out on this Macbook is how to watch movies, and that depite what people say, that it is nowhere near as easy to navigate as a PC.
Everybody's doin' the mess around.
I think Convergence in Tampa is a go this year. I just have to make sure I have the proper fundage. lol, Florida. I'll be the best one there.
Every time you make the stupid-talk with your mouth, my ears wish they could throw up.
No matter what kind of worthy anecdotes there may be for finding faith in other people/God/family/Trent/or even the Zerg, there's no way to find faith in yourself if you are lacking. You just have to spill everything out, let the unbelievers unbelieve, and let the few believers prove them wrong.
Servitor Feralus does not speak in words, it talks the language of rhythm
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.
Weapon- A B.C. Rich Warlock bass guitar. Plenty of bludgeony and stabby options.
Song- The Zydeco Man by Clifton Chenier
Famous Person- The only one who could ever ensure my survival- Grace Jones.
Cakes
Myspace 'tardery. Why is it that when I look up something on myspace, it keys in on one word and gives me a list of every crap-cranium who knows how to spell the word?
For instance, say some one told me to look them up on myspace and I search for Albert who is 30 and lives in Sheboygan Wisconsin. I will inevitably end up with every slow-tard with a computer and a prince albert. damned useless.
What is it about military/police forces that forbids any soldier/officer from grabbing their own rifle off of the rack? Whay is there always one bloke who stands by said rack and dutifully passes a rifle to everyman (or woman) who signed up for the shootin' fight? Is he the only one qualified to dislodge an M4A1 of the rack? That's the bloke I wanna be. I don't wanna shoot nobody up, I just want to deal out the hardware, and then raid the barrack kitchen for anyone's leftover chinese foods when they're squeezing off rounds at the latest beard. I'm sure the scrap will end up on you tube so I won't miss anything. If I ever got drafted, I'd just request to be the guy who passes out the boomstick to all the fightin' men.
How do I open an .RAR file on a mac?
I keep getting this message that says "Ur doing it wrong."
How does Jackson Michigan have an artist comunity?
I'm so dumb at 'puters that all I've figured out on this Macbook is how to watch movies, and that depite what people say, that it is nowhere near as easy to navigate as a PC.
Everybody's doin' the mess around.
I think Convergence in Tampa is a go this year. I just have to make sure I have the proper fundage. lol, Florida. I'll be the best one there.
Every time you make the stupid-talk with your mouth, my ears wish they could throw up.
No matter what kind of worthy anecdotes there may be for finding faith in other people/God/family/Trent/or even the Zerg, there's no way to find faith in yourself if you are lacking. You just have to spill everything out, let the unbelievers unbelieve, and let the few believers prove them wrong.
Servitor Feralus does not speak in words, it talks the language of rhythm