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Master 112

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  1. mcavoy spent his 17/18 yrs in college. rathbone's 20. so you're not comparing exact peers.
  2. well the democracy/republic thing isn't working out i'd rather establish myself and my progeny as the royal family of canada though
  3. rel confession time: i yelled at a security guard on my way home tonight- he was kicking someone out of a courtyard thing, guy was smoking something (looked like he had a weed pipe) and he was taking a couple of minutes to get going because he was looking for something on the ground in the dark but wasn't refusing to leave or anything. he was callin the guy names and stuff but that's what you get when you're a security guard who doesn't treat people with respect when rendering your job duties... not a big deal. i just walked past 'em and missed most of the dialogue, turned a corner and was walking away, then looked back to see the pot-smoking guy walking past the same corner as me and leaving as instructed. then the security guy kicked him a bit from behind right in front of some stairs and took some sort of rod-looking thing (don't know if these guys can use batons?) out with seeming intent to strike, don't remember if he got him or not because adrenaline was kinda high. i started cussing him out... there was more colourful language, but the paraphrase is: 'you don't hit him. he's walking away, what are you hitting him for? you're not a cop; get out of here and let the guy leave. you're a piece of manure; leave him alone,' etc., etc.. what is my judgment, cdc? did i do wrong or right? it was needless escalation and violence against someone who posed him no physical threat and was literally in the process of doing what he was asked to do as i see it. like it just made no sense under any current and reasonable philosophy around this stuff... was a fusion security guy btw, dunno if they're known for hiring idiots.
  4. i'm going to try to compile the last thread when i get home tonight. we can't lose it.
  5. isn't it about time to get new board software just to make everyone angry?

    1. luckylager

      luckylager

      We're due. You're right.

    2. JM_

      JM_

      you make the instigator / sh!t disturber part of my personality smile 

    3. Master 112

      Master 112

      also bring back the minus for a few months and then take it away again so as to renew complaints of bringing it back.

       

      the cycle is sacred.

  6. yeah... that's how our country works... if you don't like it, why would you want to stay?
  7. got what i thought was cream cheese... was actually cream cheese-style fruit dip. where is the consumer protection? :sadno:

    1. JM_

      JM_

      caveat emptor. You never stood a chance. 

    2. coastal.view

      coastal.view

      read the words on the container

      that'll give you all the clues you need

      about the content of your purchase

  8. Brogan 'Job' Rafferty showing his talents hard lately. What a guy.
  9. Hamsters ran wild in several thousand groups of three. Overwhelmed, the Republicans set fire to the homes of all those that could not flee. Then they marched through the streets to the chants of Alflives and crying Melmacian treats. Whiskey bottles littered the wet pavement, leaking like poor incontinent elderly poodles. The hamsters drank profusely, cursing like DarthMelvin at a gay bar, crying over lost chances. Despite the turmoil, Trump screamed “Derp” as he tried psychically stimulating every neuron in the hamster’s reproductive organs with partial success, horrifying everyone alive. The gangsters from way down under heard some thunder followed by rain. You could taste the wretched brine in the air, suffocating the senses like a python coiled tightly around a statue. Can’t begin to fathom why blue cheese was found beside the liquors, decomposing. The loss of Chandler’s mixtape was a triumph. Only a king could understand why burning Chandler’s mixtape was a triumph. The Hamster War waged, millions marching towards Toronto with gigantic Day-Glo dildos stolen from the corpses of slain Methodists, Baptists, and Pentecostals. Can you believe what has become of the fragile hamster hider, DarthMelvin? It’s not a persistent problem, rather one more like an ebbing tide or occasional diarrhea. Unable to resist, DarthMelvin shrouds the flaccid phallus he hid in shame, weeping like a caricature of himself lost in Bangkok without exhibitionist licensing. Meanwhile, in Toronto, miniature catapults were launching buttplugs at downtown, comandeered snow plows aggresively swerved, barely missing hoards of crying puppies and kittens. During this onslaught, the hamsters gigantamaxed every orifice available while the hedgehogs writhed in ecstasy. Unbeknowst to DarthMelvin and his comrades, Rob Ford’s corpse—still medically high—&^@#ed a hamster with intention. The passion was real, the cocaine too. Calling for reinforcements, Lucky’s separated cheeks excitedly invited in the hamster army by the thousands. DarthMelvin was so horny and so jealous of Lucky and his free-style rap skills, he crammed 42,000 hot models in a gas chamber under dysgenic policies. Meanwhile, Qwags watched quitely by window-paintings of sunsets blanketed the walls around my heart and fart smells of strawberry lemonade. Sitting, silently contemplating stoichiochemical concepts and eternal damnation, Trump began to dial DarthMelvin's mom for her banana pancake all-flappity-breezy rooster-squishing recipe without nutritional value.
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