I'm miles away from completing my 'coptering license but, granted I'm piloting, I can only guarantee we'll be the first ones to smash into the former site of WQXR, if only under the guise of stopping the station from beating Mozart's music into the inaudible pulp of a corpse which plagues the damn station's radio waves today.
Now, if only these damn kids would just stand still. Oops, looks like I've lasso'd you with my catheter on this one! Figures, failing eyesight being the norm here and all...
Like the old saying goes, "Quadruplicity drinks procrastination."
Tonight I was making my way across the street to Starbucks to get some tea precisely for this occasion when I flipped off three young punks, drunk and yelling from the back seat of their sedan, all the while some poor girl in the front seat hung out of the window looking hopeless and entrapped in the sedan, a sedan full of untouched dicks. Of course, the act left me with one hand on my walker so I too was hopeless and, before I knew it, I was back in the hospital with a broken hip. At least I'm on Hydrocodone for the week now.
Well, old chaps, it's time to retire to the wheelchair. If I didn't think we'd all succumb to Alzheimer's as a result, I'd share some of this Ambien but maybe we'd be better off swimming in the abyss of dementia after all, especially considering the impending blitzkrieg the "Alliance" here imposes on our mushroom-ridden lawn. Ah, hell, some geezer just started a Bob Marley track, flipped the tele to the races, and ol' Lisa has her dancing shoes on again. If I can slip some rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit at the nursing station, this is bound to be a good night. Let's grab some fire extinguishers and have at it like it's '45 in Berlin again.
Instead we might resolve the issue when shoving a textbook up our collective urethra and proceeding to defecate a merry rainbow. We're like a string of conjoined twins nipping each others ears and growling furiously at each other.
I generally, well, beyond this site, consider psychologizing my peers rude but, since it seems to be the norm here, I'll join this game. I'm corpulent, covered in acne, asexual, and downright so repulsive that, if I'm to be the game in any argument, the hunter may as well abandon the cause for greener pastures and healthier prey. Or, at least, maybe that's what we should always imagine of our opponents on the Internet.
I can't quite imagine what drives max to continue working on what seems like this morass of a website. Maybe he's incited to drink and fuel an alcohol habit, like me, on the occasion of this place. Between bad food, alcohol, and cigarettes, I feel I feed myself enough crap but being here feeds me full to the point of shitting blood. I do like this site though because it has a sense of genuine simplicity that the Internet tends to lack nowadays, pictures and stimuli being an overloading experience elsewhere.
Shying away from the rejection of the connection of the nominal and the essential which seems to be the argument here, I like my sites and titles as I like my gin and vermouth, together.
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Tonight I was making my way across the street to Starbucks to get some tea precisely for this occasion when I flipped off three young punks, drunk and yelling from the back seat of their sedan, all the while some poor girl in the front seat hung out of the window looking hopeless and entrapped in the sedan, a sedan full of untouched dicks. Of course, the act left me with one hand on my walker so I too was hopeless and, before I knew it, I was back in the hospital with a broken hip. At least I'm on Hydrocodone for the week now.