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So I didn't mention it yesterday but I put out another fire at work. This time was a whole lot less fun. Why? Multiple people standing around me so I could just let the fire have it with the fire extinguisher. Cause of fire was Palladium Carbon and a little man by the name of Dr. Gang Liu. G-liu you're gonna be the death of us all! December 8, 2004 2:00 AM
This man sucks good dick. You can buy pretty dishes, you can buy a bowl, you can't buy legitimacy. December 5, 2004 9:30 PM Our story begins in a land where poverty and famine had decimated the populace. In the past years a foolish ruler who had mistakenly fallen into leadership had run the country into the ground. The armies had grown undisciplined. Desperation had grown rampant. The previous years had been horrible to the people of this cruel land. The people were ready for a change. The suffering had to end. This is where our protagonist comes into the story. From a distant land to the North, a land of tall timbers and evergreen forests, our Hero rides in with the incredible ability to lead armies to victory. After taking control of the country in a bloodless coup, the Hero gains the support and admiration of the masses. The people rally behind the Hero who slowly but surely leads his country to victory after victory. Year after year capable soldiers flocked to the Hero in droves upon hearing of this amazing man's ability to lead. Finally after 45 years, the Hero had led his capable army to the steps of the hallowed ground. The army's spirits rose as did the peoples of the land. They were to finally reclaim what was rightfully theirs. That's when disaster struck. For the gods had not agreed to let the armies of the Hero into the hallowed grounds. As the armies of the Hero lay encamped at the gates to the hallowed ground another army approached on the horizon. The army that had arrived was not nearly as capable as the army of our Hero. Their leader was a portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man. The army of the portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man also wanted to obtain access to the hallowed lands. The Gods convened in the heavens to discuss what had to be done. Only one army could be allowed in. But which one? So the gods decided to propose a test. The man who would lose his dignity and pride should be allowed to enter. The head of the Gods appeared before the Hero and the portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man and said unto them, "He who shall kneel on the ground and take my godly penis in his mouth shall be allowed into the hallowed grounds." The portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man, having neither integrity, skill, talent, intelligence, nor dignity immediately dropped to his knees and started felating the god. The Hero who had virtue and would not sink to this man's level took out his sword and raised it in the air. With a swift strike he brought his sword down cutting off the penis of the god while the portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man still had his lips wrapped around the member. The GOD was ENRAGED by what had just happened and VOWED that the Hero, though virtuous and good wiould not be allowed into the hallowed lands. Instead the portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man and his armies would be allowed in. The Hero would be relegated to lands further to the South. But the Hero did not sink to the lower level. He remained dignified. And the people praised him for it. This is how our dream season ended. A season that seemed almost too amazing to be true. Filled with Heroes, Villains, and Martyrs. The happy ending to our fairytale was stolen from us by the pettyness of one man. One portly, stupid, filthy, ugly, pathetic, and grovelling man and his disgusting group of cohorts. Fuck you texas and fuck you mack brown.
December 5, 2004 3:38 AM Just got home from the third party tonight... Oh man what a beautiful day. 2:45 PM: Wake up. What a great fucking day! 3 party night Oh yea and Steve I have Amy's phone number for when you're sober enough to not remember her. |