but don't say out loud
yes its official i'm bored at school. i just got this clerical job and its extremely boring. very different than the woodshop.

here's some of mine

i wish he/she would wipe that white shit from the corners of their mouths (cant' they feel it?)

could you please just shut up?

man...that twenty dollar bill is sticking right outta that charity bucket...

your kid is not cute and you need to make 'em sit his ass down!

why do you have on that tight ass sweater?

okay his cute but look at his teeth

my stomach hurts, if i my body over slightly and fart very slowly, will anybody notice?

damn i need to get out of here!

thats it for now.

brownsugar said:

I've been doing that for the past 40 minutes here.

No one has noticed, btw.

oh crap, i'm a loser!!!

I think I can bend the universe to my will. And I also want to learn to knit.

What the fuck are you looking at!

Get the fuck outta the way!!

sinisterpentatonic said:

Security ... what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?

Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial arid personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that be has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-band. Life his by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world he if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now- familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

I think to myself "Why do I keep clicking on brownsugar's threads? "

But I would never say that.

2the9s said:

you suck!

Number23 said:

Reported!!!!

it's mostly these:

"please don't come over here and hit on me, creep."
"get off of yer damned cell phone and pay attention!"
"watch your fuckin kid, lady! i almost ran into the poor thing!"

this is Handclapz at the 1st vinyl dig



"fuck Ness is looking over here
"no dont come over here

TheRealFiness said:

i wonder if i should keep this...

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

lol fucker

brownsugar said:

This is probably the fourth time you talk about your farting this month. I'm starting to believe it's one of your main hobbies...

retina said:

her SBD droppin' ass

cant you shut the fu** up?
Dont you annoy yourself? honestly, come on?
Cant you wear thong unddies if your gonna wear that type of material?
Oh fu** its you again.
Isnt it slap your annoying co-worker day???


Oh i think it is....

TheRealFiness said:

Sometimes for fleeting moments I wish I'd never had kids. People would be shocked if I actually said it out loud. Much as I love my kids, they are a life time commitment and life will never be the same again. But if I didn't have them I would be so bored!

retina said:

you must be like ocean, with a database of orger facts to use against them at a later date

charlottegelin said:

Nah, I just have a good memory and I - low and behold - actually pay attention to what people say.

So, what would you do at this stage in your life if you didn't have kids, anti-children as you are?

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retina said:

nfi. probably just working - BORING.

charlottegelin said:

That's you in a nutshell.

retina said:

you're right

charlottegelin said:

Super Tremendous Fantastic Undertakings?

Yeah, that's you in a nutshell too.

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retina said:

charlottegelin said:

What? I wasn't being sarcastic this time.

You do great things here on the Org.

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retina said:

sorry, that was a compliment? the words were swimming before my eyes.
Thanks

My life is poo-poo.

They call that entertainment?

Dear God, why can't I win the lottery?

Why don't you grow a brain?

I wish I was dumb enough to believe that.

What color is the sky in your world?
[Edited 10/18/05 16:21pm]