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| 02:12am 12/07/2004 |
cherry sundae5 0: Somehow all these people are connected to was recently murdered, they all owe him, somehow, and they have come to this dinner at where ever (insert secluded place here), to divey up the will and find the killer, because whoever is the killer is going to jail, or no one gets their lives back. No one gets their share of the will.
gunslinger328: so why would their be rich people there for a will, if they are already loaded in cash
cherry sundae5 0: Because, they have secrets, and many of them owe this guy (the guy I haven't named yet that one of them killed).
cherry sundae5 0: And because they owe him so much, they can lose everything if they don't show up.
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| 01:54pm 11/07/2004 |
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Oh, and fill out an application even though you've already been accepted while you're at it. |
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| 11:02pm 13/06/2004 |
This was in my LJ a while ago but I thought I needed to be brought up again. It is an article I found on the internet of the utmost brilliance. Whoever wrote this can certainly say "oops, I made an awsome."
Ever get the feeling that vegetarians consider themselves morally superior to you? Like they think that not eating meat makes them so special that their shit doesn't stink? As if when someone stops eating meat, they suddenly become holy and dignified and it excuses them for the years of inconvenience and frustration they inevitably inflict upon their friends, family and co-workers who just want to go to a restaurant and order a damn steak without constantly being reminded that they're going to hell for eating an animal that spends most of its life shitting in a field. There are those of us who don't have a hyperactive sense of guilt and we don't give a shit about your mixed up self-righteous moral vegetarian agenda.
"I can't eat meat." The four worst words to hear when you're going to a restuarant with someone. I literally cringe every time I hear those words because I know it means that we have to drive around the city for 2 hours looking for some restuarant that serves "friendly" burgers, which ironically look and taste exactly like hamburgers--which vegetarians object to eating because it's either A) gross or B) murder. If it's so gross, then why go out of your way to eat something exactly like it, asshole? It's funny how vegetarians suddenly stop bitching about murder as soon as you point out their fancy leather belt or shoes, or that they drive a car and use electricity which contributes to polluting the earth and contaminating everything including the precious animals that they refuse to eat.
Well I'm tired of it. So what I've decided to do is sponsor a vegetarian! It's easy and spiteful, and we all know how much fun spiting people is! I'll explain..
What does it mean to sponsor a vegetarian? It means that you have to find someone in your life who's a really big pain in everyone's ass every time you want to go out to eat, and then you commit yourself to eating THREE times the amount of meat you'd normally consume to make up for all the meat that your vegetarian buddy isn't eating. It's that simple! That way, you can reverse the guilt trip that they've been laying on us for years by not only neutralizing their cause, but making it actually worse by eating more animals than would have ever been eaten had they not chosen to become vegetarians!
What if vegetarians say they don't care because we'll become fat by sponsoring them? I've thought about that already. All you have to do is exercise. I know it goes against the being lazy rule that I advocate so much, but this is so spiteful that it more than makes up for the exercise you'll have to do--which means that if you choose the 3 to 1 plan and sponsor a vegetarian, you're being so spiteful that you can't lose! If you have a choice, eat three separate types of animal to maximize your efficiency! Only offered beef? No problem: visit the zoo and eat a monkey!
The best part of it is that this plan is bullet proof. Finally those of us who don't have our heads firmly planted up our asses (with respect to vegetarianism, don't get me wrong, most people still need a crowbar up side the head) have a tool to combat these moral elitists! |
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| Oh, All Those Little Exploits. |
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| 08:02pm 13/06/2004 |
Last night was Chelsea's party. As in birthday party, which I figured out too late to get her something.. but would have had no money to do so otherwise.
I have decided what the point of this community is. As of the last few minutes. I would like to make an application because they are interesting, but I don't think it would matter, because basically, this is for nothing other than the story telling of people's wonderous exploits. Because I am sometimes a simple person, I like to hear of other people's good times. And a tell-all is always a great way to learn about.. people.
Besides this, as I spoke of in my own journal, my future will be full of wine-snobbing, and having a much richer character than I do now.
So I will rub my little wearied eyes, try to remember to get photoshop, then I will promote my silly little community in hopes of it growing to phenomenal proportions. |
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| Oh, those Nazis. |
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| 07:34pm 13/06/2004 |
Setting: a Nazi General's fine office. General Gruber is listening to classical music while being fitted for a new suit by a tailor, with a beautiful blond attending
(there is a knock on the door)
Gruber: Enter!
Schtum: (entering) Heil Hitler! (salutes) General Gruber?
Gruber: I am General Gruber. As you can see, I am the Nazi general who is always being fitted for a new uniform. I enjoy the company of beautiful women while listening to classical music with my eyes shut. (he does so)
Schtum: I see.
Gruber: I am also the Nazi general who says "You see captain, we are not all barbarians."
Schtum: I am Schtum, the Nazi general with a mean streak to my character. You will find that I am always removing my gloves. (he does) So. I disapprove of other generals being measured for new uniforms. And I am always the one who is winding up the telephone (he does) and saying "Get me the Führer!"
(a knock on the door)
Gruber: Enter!
von Dunkerl: (entering) Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself. General von Dunkel. I am the slightly pervy general. And I may also be a little bit GAY. Heil Hitler! (salutes) As you can see I have a twitch. And I am always dabbing my mouth with a handkerchief because I have no lips.
(a knock on the door)
Gruber: Enter!
Kessler: (entering) Good evening gentleman, I am Kessler. I am the easy going general who does not need to salute properly.
All: Heil Hitler!
Kessler: (barely salutes) Ja ja... You will notice my ludicrous scar, and my obvious limp. I also have spent many happy years in London.
All: (sentimentally) Aaah.
Kessler: The reason for my uniform being a slightly different colour to yours is never explained.
(a knock on the door)
Gruber: Enter!
Matthau: (entering, limping) General. General Matthau. Forgive my late arrival, but as you can see I have a rather obvious-
Kessler: (clearing his throat) No, I am afraid the limp is me. I'm afraid.
Matthau: (stops limping) But of course I am a little bit GAY, and I dab my lips with a -
von Dunkerl: I think you will find that is me, my friend.
Matthau: (throws away handkerchief) In which case I must immediately wind up the telephone and say .
Schtum (shouting in the telephone) : Get me the Führer!
Matthau: Atleast I still enjoy the company of beautiful women and listening to the grammophone, classical music (sees Gruber doing so) - ...with your eyes ...*shut*?
Gruber: I'm afraid so.
Matthau: You leave me with no choice! I am the Nazi general who is outwardly calm but subject to sudden and inexplicable *FITS OF TEMPER!!!*
All: Aaaaah!
THE END.
(transcribed by actor.w\nothing2.do@viikki.fi)
http://www.silen.info/robert/funtxt/nazigenerals.htm |
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| 02:26pm 12/06/2004 |
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How can the greatest nights of your life be spent doing nothing more than sitting in the dark talking to someone? |
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| 11:26pm 10/06/2004 |
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This is a little tribute to Matt Smith and Barry Abrahms. |
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| 11:06am 10/06/2004 |
cheesus
i joined
i'm drunk on life, and wealthyness, and laughing it up |
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| 09:46am 10/06/2004 |
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Hello. My name is Jesus Crunk. |
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| ...everyone has a backdoor... |
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| 01:35am 10/06/2004 |
Ah ha! I don't know what to say to a community without an application. Perhaps you should throw some sort of intro together?
I don't know if this is the community I should belong in, but it is one of a friend, so in a way I do belong.
I'm not drunk as hell...but I am definitely laughing it up.
{love from the 'straightcore' kid}</rock> |
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| 09:43pm 09/06/2004 |
This is the first, and probably last community I will ever make.
It commemorates an actual event, that made me realize something about myself. I like to chase my Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum with champagne. I learned this via Prom night...
and ever since.. well, hear we are.
Drunk as all hell, and laughing it up. |
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