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1 hour ago, Boyst62 said:

none, i was 7.  stupid.

Was that before or after you were drafted by the Viet Kong?

 

10 minutes ago, Boyst62 said:

Yantra and tantra create mantra. I was a lunar baby of the oceans on the sun basking in the warmth of endless Love.

Is that a fancy way of saying you were conceived in the back of a 1980 Ford Escort?

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18 minutes ago, /dev/null said:

Was that before or after you were drafted by the Viet Kong?

 

Is that a fancy way of saying you were conceived in the back of a 1980 Ford Escort?

82 Datsun hatchback.

 

my dad was a circus performer, my mother was the bearded lady.

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1 hour ago, Boyst62 said:

82 Datsun hatchback.

 

my dad was a circus performer, my mother was the bearded lady.

 

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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Just now, Koko78 said:

 

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

i don't know anything, but i've also never read lord of the rings....

 

but this sounds like the premise to lord of the rings.

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10 minutes ago, Boyst62 said:

i don't know anything, but i've also never read lord of the rings....

 

but this sounds like the premise to lord of the rings.

 

It is. Turns out that Sauron was actually the Zoroastrian who shaves testicles.

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19 minutes ago, Koko78 said:

 

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

 

Chestnuts.ARE lazy.

 

They're the Democrats of the nut world.

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On 10/2/2018 at 2:33 PM, Tiberius said:

For some reason I got this done a couple of times to me in a few weeks. A few years back, this old man--probably a Trump supporter now--was just going 25 in a 35, not the biggest deal, so I just went along with it, no big deal, the road was splitting into two lanes so I waited and then I started to pass the moron and he cut me off! No biggie, I just tried to go back in other lane and sure enough he did it again! So traffic stopped and I slipped by him and just pulled up side and he's this old dude with this nice beagle dog with him and I roll down the window ready to answer back any old man crap he wanted to yap at me, but he just ignored me. 

 

So then about two weeks later or something, this blue ford pick up just starts doing same thing, same place, but they are going real slow, I wanted to kill them! I finally got up beside them and its two kids from neighborhood I had known before. I just shook my head and drove on. 

Kill them?  I thought you're kind are all loving and tolerant?  Haha.

 

I get it though.  Some asshat slowed down on the highway and cut a bunch of us off heading up 95 a few weeks ago, slowed to 50 and blocked us with the help of an ensuspecting rig driver.  I passed him in the median.  I was ready to throw down when he pulled up beside me again.

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31 minutes ago, Chimp said:

ISome asshat slowed down on the highway and cut a bunch of us off heading up 95 a few weeks ago, slowed to 50 and blocked us with the help of an ensuspecting rig driver.  I passed him in the median.  I was ready to throw down when he pulled up beside me again.

 

 

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On 10/2/2018 at 8:52 PM, Koko78 said:

 

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

In other words, you were brought up by Democrat parents. It's obvious why you wanted to change your life... not saying you actually did, but I'm sure you wanted to. :ph34r:

 

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