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[stolen_hole]

Not that it matters at this point, but, I wasn't actually there when you met, fell for, and destroyed me. SO, If you would like another shot at shoving my face through the pate glass... You have my attention..

And to the rest of you vacant fuckers...

NOTHING

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[anonymous]

That's spectacular...

Please gag me. Your pathetic attempt at what I'm interpreting as poetry is the most degrading thing to art that I've ever witnessed.

[anonymous]

Your interpretation means fuck all.

[anonymous]

God had it out for me last week when he gave me a hacking sickness, saw me rear ended by a pickup truck hauling race car on trailer, and suddenly stabbed a long, wavy needle down my lower spine and out my leg, pulling through barbed wire encrusted with salt crystals and broken glass while i tried not to scream. i couldn't walk i had to crawl into a ride to the hospital.
such is life, not necessarily in that order.
one of the things i've never considered about people looking to buy a house is: ghosts.
you don't want to buy a haunted house. i don't believe in ghosts but i sure get freaked out sometimes.
i could buy a forest. seriously. i could buy and afford a whole forest.
i'm not sure what i would do with it.

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[stolen_hole]

you could carve beautiful boxes with it.

[anonymous]

ah =). thanks i guess you got the package?

blood.

[anonymous]

laid off.
credit is checked out and good.
money is in the bank.
assets are listed.
no outstanding debts or obligations.
the lawyer is hired and paid in advance.
the 'sold' sign is on the lawn.
and then EVERYTHING checked twice and certified at my request in preparation for this moment.
the eleventh hour is here now right now.

your pen, monseiur.
here is the paper.
here is your hand on the pen and the rollerball on the paper bleeds a little blue ink and starts a sharp scribble.
fax comes in.
the scribble forms an 'M'.
faceless banker reads the fax.
fingertips rush into a tangle of 'ilan'.
banker stops.
sees the N take shape.
shows me the fax, still warm from the machine.
he puts it on the table and shows me the word
CANCELLED.
and then it catches fire.
slippery fax paper burns and blackened leaves float in the air as the flame eats at the mortgage agreement.

today i know why people walk into shopping malls with machine guns.

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[stolen_hole]

what the fuck happened?

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[anonymous]

since i am laid-off, all this time i have been asking the bank 'are you sure you're going to give me the money?'
'yes'
'you're sure??'
'yes, don't worry about it. go find a house.'
i made sure that every step in the financial process was double checked and was made certain that all would be well with obtaining a mortgage.
today i had an appointment with the bank for the purpose of signing the mortgage contract for the house i bought and finishing the deal. i bought the house. it's mine now. i am required by contract law to pay for the house

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[stolen_hole]

I have a feeling it will work out. could you research similar situations online, to see how it was handled?

Is there a punchline you could give them, to make them go solid on their original offer?

I wish I could be more helpful. I don't know what they are telling you exactly...

The good news, is that you are an awesome dad, and a responsible person, who is getting very strong.

[gobsmacker]

Hey, Bikkie Boy. I have been lost and the nice kid in the hood helped this old duck back across the street. I see you now. I thought you ditched this journal completely... you know I'm not the full quid.

Bad blow.. there is always the old "verbal agreement" to fall back on, matey. It is binding. Anyway I'm here after the fact, great to hear it is working out. I hope things stay on track for you.

And you are a good dad, none of us are perfect but you daughter would know you love her and care. That's the fucking most.

Take it easy, fuck knuckle. ;)

[gobsmacker]

good morning aussie, thanks for the good vibes =)
i miss talking to you and cake and lil and litlady et all. i don't miss the time i spent in front of this pc. i have a tan now. i am keeping busy everyday with casey and everything involved with buying this house. there is so much to do! i am keeping up on all the household chores and have spent many more hours working on the truck.
and in between all that the women are flowing freely.
big smiles =)
take it easy friend.

[anonymous]

big dicks and balloons
an essay on options in the new milennium

bear with me for a minute, if you will.
if you are well endowed, so much so that a prophylactic is stretched beyond it's rated capacity measured in POUNDS PER SQUARE INCH, a condom will inevitably break. this is not something that one always realises in the heat of the moment. in fact it can take whole minutes to realise that the deliciously warm wet soft and silky mmm yum-yum felling you are experiencing is the result of a broken condom.
uh-oh.
i have been through a million bazillion kazillion google pregnancy scares. count em up i have heard it again and again and again.
i think i'm pregnant. i'm late. i missed my period. if they all came out positive i would have an army of children at my command. from all of this i have learned a few things. most importantly being 'They will always want to keep it

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[stolen_hole]

I almost think you impregnated yourself... you have a big dick and you missed your period? Good luck in the confusion.

[anonymous]

??
i don't understand, but thanks for the luck i'll need it.