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Name: Jesse
Country: United States
State: Hawaii
Birthday: 4/27/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Sex.
Expertise: Not sex.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
10/24/2001
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| The allure of you is gone. You're lacking prim and polish, your looks have all but been demolished by the test of time. You with those doe eyes turned drug-dull dead. With the hour glass figure turned waterballoon instead. Your mother should have been a good inclination as to where you would go, but who would have known it would be so soon. And those breasts that heaved and sighed and could turn a thousand pairs of eyes are the only good thing that you have left. But two cherries on a pile of feces still isn't worth eating. Your once breath taking presence now nauseates me instead. You used to be the ambrosia of the elite, now you're nothing more than kibble and dog meat. And I haven't the appetite to take the smallest bite even just for good manners, a simple tasting. Because it'd be my time you're wasting with that gruel. The truth of your demise so beautifully, cruel. | | |
| "The last thing he ever wrote"If you could hear one song as your life is ending, what would it be? Would it be me, that holds you as you slip into the void? Could I be your last comfort, knowing we'll be joined together at last? I've gone before you into the darkness clearing the path for us both. So don't fear the shadows, I promise theres a light up ahead.
Because I've been waiting. A moment of your day is an eternity for me here. The smile on your lips is a million sunrises. Every tear on your cheek is a river that erodes mountains, every word you speak grows a forest green and lush, in the blink of your eyes the moon pales and waxes, and turns on its axis. I've been passing the time in your scenery. I'll wait forever for you to join me. Just so long as you come when you're done. When your last breath leaves you, promise me you'll come. | | |
| A question of prioritiesYou are in your car driving down the street. You lose control of your car; the accelerator gets stuck down and the brake lines go out. Your car will go, but not stop. There are three pedestrians in the street. Ultimately you will have to hit one of them with your vehicle. Who do you hit?
Guy 1:
Guy 1 is a scientist who is working on stem-cell research. He potentailly could discover the cures for all sorts of ailments. If you decide to hit him, he survive but will suffer permanent brain damage. All of his research will be for nothing. However, he will no longer come home from work every evening to beat his wife.
Guy 2:
Guy 2 is a corporate CEO. His company employs thousands of people nation wide and the services his company produces benefit virtually everybody in the united states. Should you choose to hit him, he will survive as a quadriplegic. His company will go bankrupt and thousands of people will lose their jobs. However, he will no longer be able to molest his two kids, ages six and eight.
Guy 3:
Guy 3 is a homeless drug addict. To sustain himself he steals copper wiring out of street lights. If you hit him, he will die instantly on impact. However should he survive, a week from the incident his copper wire thievery will cause the death of a family of four in a seperate un-related car accident.
All legal recourse asside, who do you hit, and why? | | |
| Graveside: Did you know scientists originally called a butterfly a "flutter by"
Graveside: For the way it flew... it kinda... "fluttered" I guess.
Graveside: Anyhow, people got confused with the name
Graveside: And they started calling it a "Butterfly" instead
Graveside: by accident but the name stuck.
Graveside: I'm sure your name is Steve, or Josh, or Brad or something like that.
Graveside: And people call you Faggot by accident all the time.
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Graveside: Miley Syrus?
Spydar: What?
Graveside: Oh sorry, my friends and I were playing a game of guess who has herpes.
Graveside: I posted in the wrong window.
Graveside: The correct answer was, your mom.
Spydar: STFU Graveside
-Some time later-
Graveside: Spydar?
Graveside: haha it was Spydar?
Spydar: What?
Graveside: Oh sorry mistell. My friends and I were playing "guess who was molested as a kid".
Graveside: I won. =)
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Freakz: I have a poop chunk on my weiner.
Graveside: That's odd, I have a weiner chunk in my poop. Graveside: Steve is that you?
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God I love the internet. | | |
| SkydivingI'm terrified of heights. I always have been. I hate rollercoasters. I even hate riding the ferris wheel. I hate riding in planes. I hate the feeling of helplessness when gravity takes over.
So on Saturday I went skydiving. My co-workers talked me into it. It started with a list of "the top ten things to do before you die" and skydiving seemed to be on everybody's list... except mine. But my boss was always talking about how short life is, and how important it is to do everything possible and live with no regrets. So following this mindset, I signed up to go skydiving with them.
Initially there were lots of us going. And as the date got nearer the list of participants got shorter. "Oh I forgot, I have something to do that day." "Oh I can't I'm busy" And soon there were only four of us.
That morning I woke up with so many excuses on why I shouldn't go, why I couldn't go. But I had made it a point to tell everyone at work that I was going skydiving. I know myself, and I knew my pride would make me go.
The plane ride up was terrible. I spent fifteen minutes waiting in silence thinking of ways to get out of it. Maybe if I pass out now they'll have to fly me back down. And then finally we reached the proper altitude and we were set.
Pics to come. | | |
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