Fuck!
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Oi.
Fuck I'm bored....
Aw FUCK... I missed Rev. Billy and the Church of No Shopping when they cruzed into Santa Cruz.
but...
...at least I got to se BRUCE FUCKING CAMBELL IN PERSON!!!! Midnight showing of Army of Darkness. That Fucking RULED!!
and Bruce is FUCKING FUNNY!! He kept fucking with the drunks in the front row!!!
"Listen up you primative screwheads... this is my BOOMSTICK!!!"
it so fucking RULED!!!
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rodent (putting the eek in geek)
but...
...at least I got to se BRUCE FUCKING CAMBELL IN PERSON!!!! Midnight showing of Army of Darkness. That Fucking RULED!!
and Bruce is FUCKING FUNNY!! He kept fucking with the drunks in the front row!!!
"Listen up you primative screwheads... this is my BOOMSTICK!!!"
it so fucking RULED!!!
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rodent (putting the eek in geek)
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rodent (putting the eek in geek)
rodent (putting the eek in geek)
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...until he chokes on it.
"Pigfucker!"
"Why would you call me a pigfucker, Terrence?"
"Let's see...first of all, you fuck pigs!"
"Oh, yeah!"
You shouldn't say fuck, no you shouldn't say fuck, fuck no!
"Why would you call me a pigfucker, Terrence?"
"Let's see...first of all, you fuck pigs!"
"Oh, yeah!"
You shouldn't say fuck, no you shouldn't say fuck, fuck no!
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FUCK!
I'm green with envy that Rodent got to see Bruce Campbell live. I love him.
The closest I've gotten was to pose for a picture with my friend's cowboy boot, whihc the Bruce signed at a book signing in SF a year or so ago.
But I'm seel REv Billy at eh Castro on Sat night, so I guess I should change this to...
FUCK! There's bizarre equanimity at work in the universe!
I'm green with envy that Rodent got to see Bruce Campbell live. I love him.
The closest I've gotten was to pose for a picture with my friend's cowboy boot, whihc the Bruce signed at a book signing in SF a year or so ago.
But I'm seel REv Billy at eh Castro on Sat night, so I guess I should change this to...
FUCK! There's bizarre equanimity at work in the universe!
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FUCK!
I'm green with envy that Rodent got to see Bruce Campbell live. I love him.
The closest I've gotten to the man of my B-movie dreams was to pose for a picture with my friend's cowboy boot, which Bruce signed at a book signing in SF a year or so ago.
But I'm seeing Rev. Billy at the Castro on tonight, so I guess I should change this to...
FUCK! There's some bizarre equanimity at work in the universe!
I'm green with envy that Rodent got to see Bruce Campbell live. I love him.
The closest I've gotten to the man of my B-movie dreams was to pose for a picture with my friend's cowboy boot, which Bruce signed at a book signing in SF a year or so ago.
But I'm seeing Rev. Billy at the Castro on tonight, so I guess I should change this to...
FUCK! There's some bizarre equanimity at work in the universe!
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FUCK!
Got too fucked up last night and ended up pissing off my date by flirting with just one too many girls in front of her. Things were going really well earlier in the evening too.
Sarah's 22 and a singer and keyboard player in a local reggae band. Let's just say that I'm a little older than 22.
We went out dancing to the sounds of Whild Peach, Outkast's backing band without Andre 3000 or Big Boi (http://www.whildpeach.com). They're totally fucking awesome! These guys are so tight and upbeat; They just rocked the house! Go see them if you get the chance.
Anyway, we were having a great time, dancing and grinding on each other during first set, sneaking quick kisses every now and then. Things couldn't be going any better.
Then during set break, my buddie Dave asked if Sarah and I wanted to join him, his girlfriend Julia, her friend Caroline (all friends of mine) and our old friend "Bud Green" for a quick "safety meeting" at his house a couple of minutes away. We said "sure" This turned out to be a bad decision for me.
Quote of the night: When I remarked that the band appeared to be passing a "hand-rolled sumthinornuthur" on stage, my buddy Dave replied, "Yeah man, it's always a 'sumthinornuthur' whenever I get caught with it."
Now if I'm just drinking, I can be witty and charming and flirtaceous all night long. But when you add "Bud Green" (a relatively rare occasional vice for me these days) into the mix, I tend to second-guess myself, so that definately throws off my "game."
We made out for a minute or so in Dave's kitchen before heading back over to the bar for the second set of music. We got back to the bar just as the band busted out the Outkast mega-hit "Hey ya!" They totally fuckin' rocked the house! It was a perfect moment, but then things slowly started going downhill. I ran into a few more women friends dancing in the bar, hugged them, said "hey" went back to dancing with Sarah. This happened several times. I wasn't getting my full "mack on" with these other girls, I was being friendly, just a little bit flirtaceous and was just having fun, but I guess Sarah didn't see it that way.
Anyway, the band finishes, we go to another bar to get one more drink before "last call" at 3:00 am. Ran into more friends, some of them women, at the bar. Hugged them and said "hey" to them as well with no overt flirting.
Then, right at 2:50, ten minutes before closing, Sarah and I were sitting talking. My friend Julia saw me at this point and squealed "STEVE!" I told Sarah I'd be right back and went over to say "hey!" to Julia. When I came back to Sarah a couple of minutes later, she said, "You know what? I'm just gonna walk home! Goodnight!" (Her apt was about three blocks away).
I was drunk and buzzed and confused. "Huh? Are you sure? You sure you don't need a ride?" She was sure. She walked off in a huff and I rode home alone. What a fucking let down after things had been going so well earlier in the evening.
Fuck the fucking luck!
Lesson learned: "Gettin' yer mack on" + "Bud Green" = "No game"
Oh well, "Next!"
Got too fucked up last night and ended up pissing off my date by flirting with just one too many girls in front of her. Things were going really well earlier in the evening too.
Sarah's 22 and a singer and keyboard player in a local reggae band. Let's just say that I'm a little older than 22.
We went out dancing to the sounds of Whild Peach, Outkast's backing band without Andre 3000 or Big Boi (http://www.whildpeach.com). They're totally fucking awesome! These guys are so tight and upbeat; They just rocked the house! Go see them if you get the chance.
Anyway, we were having a great time, dancing and grinding on each other during first set, sneaking quick kisses every now and then. Things couldn't be going any better.
Then during set break, my buddie Dave asked if Sarah and I wanted to join him, his girlfriend Julia, her friend Caroline (all friends of mine) and our old friend "Bud Green" for a quick "safety meeting" at his house a couple of minutes away. We said "sure" This turned out to be a bad decision for me.
Quote of the night: When I remarked that the band appeared to be passing a "hand-rolled sumthinornuthur" on stage, my buddy Dave replied, "Yeah man, it's always a 'sumthinornuthur' whenever I get caught with it."
Now if I'm just drinking, I can be witty and charming and flirtaceous all night long. But when you add "Bud Green" (a relatively rare occasional vice for me these days) into the mix, I tend to second-guess myself, so that definately throws off my "game."
We made out for a minute or so in Dave's kitchen before heading back over to the bar for the second set of music. We got back to the bar just as the band busted out the Outkast mega-hit "Hey ya!" They totally fuckin' rocked the house! It was a perfect moment, but then things slowly started going downhill. I ran into a few more women friends dancing in the bar, hugged them, said "hey" went back to dancing with Sarah. This happened several times. I wasn't getting my full "mack on" with these other girls, I was being friendly, just a little bit flirtaceous and was just having fun, but I guess Sarah didn't see it that way.
Anyway, the band finishes, we go to another bar to get one more drink before "last call" at 3:00 am. Ran into more friends, some of them women, at the bar. Hugged them and said "hey" to them as well with no overt flirting.
Then, right at 2:50, ten minutes before closing, Sarah and I were sitting talking. My friend Julia saw me at this point and squealed "STEVE!" I told Sarah I'd be right back and went over to say "hey!" to Julia. When I came back to Sarah a couple of minutes later, she said, "You know what? I'm just gonna walk home! Goodnight!" (Her apt was about three blocks away).
I was drunk and buzzed and confused. "Huh? Are you sure? You sure you don't need a ride?" She was sure. She walked off in a huff and I rode home alone. What a fucking let down after things had been going so well earlier in the evening.
Fuck the fucking luck!
Lesson learned: "Gettin' yer mack on" + "Bud Green" = "No game"
Oh well, "Next!"
...but it seemed like such a good idea at the time...
Re: Fuck!
i feel ya! i have some hot pants that say fuck in old english on the ass. why is it the adverage person just isnt as amused by it as i am? its my fav word. =)Jane Eric wrote:I miss the old 'FUCK' thread.
Nobody appreciates my foul mouth outside of the e-playa.
Fuck yer day!
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"Not all those who wander are lost." J.R.R. Tolkien
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Fuck! We buried my uncle today. He was 77 and my dad's older brother.
His death wasn't unexpected; he had been in a nursing home after having been paralyzed from a stroke about 3-4 years ago. Although when you spoke with him, he understood you and could nod his head just a little, but he just couldn't respond back. In many ways, his death was a relief.
Before the stroke, my uncle Kenneth (my brother and I called him "Big Unc") had been a big, jovial, kind-hearted and considerate man. He and my dad had a masonry construction business together for years. I worked for my dad and uncle in the summer from the time I was 13 until I was about 21 or so. There's nothin' like humpin' around heavey shit (concrete, cinder blocks, bricks, scaffolding, oak "walk" boards, wheelbarrows full of "mud" (mortar), etc.) day in and day out to make you say "FUCK THIS!" and go back to school. Anyway, my uncle Kenneth had been kind of a second father to me all those years; I was closer to him than any of my other uncles (my dad was the youngest of four boys).
Kenneth was a medical corps man in the Navy in the Pacific Theatre in WW II. He volunteered when he was 17! My grandparents had to sign a waiver to let him join because he wasn't 18 yet. I can't imagine what the impact of seeing all that blood, death, and suffering during the US invasions of Japanese-held islands must have been like for a 17 year old!
Just a little while ago I watched a show on the History Channel about the US invasion of Iwo Jima. I remember these numbers: 6,821 US dead; 28,000 casualties. As I watched, I imagined my 17 year old uncle there in the middle of it. I respect him even more now.
Unlike my grandpa (my mom's dad) who regaled me with all kinds of WW II stories, Uncle Kenneth NEVER spoke of the war. Back then, there was no such (recognized) thing as "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." He just had to "deal with it" on his own; reportedly, it was almost too much for him. Eventually, here in Chattanooga, he became the Commander of the local chapter of the American Foreign Legion.
Anyway, I've been completely fine with his death all week, until we got to the cemetary this afternoon. Death of loved ones has never really bothered me very much; it just seems like the natural conclusion to life to me.
The funeral was at the local National Cemetary. Thousands and thousands of uniform white headstones lined the rolling hills for as far as the eye could see. There were about 20 old veterans in attendance at the funeral, who, judging from their apparent age, had fought in WW II, the Korean War, and in Vietnam. When these men all "presented arms", gave my uncle Ken a 21 gun salute, and played taps, it was more than I could bear. Even thoug I tried to hold them back, tears flowed down my cheeks and the cheeks of everyone around me, all the way through the folding of the flag over the coffin and the presentation of the flag to my aunt.
Considering my own mortality, with the breeze blowing and all the grandchildren running around in the grass, I thought, "Oh well, life goes on for the rest of us. Goodbye Uncle Kenneth!"
Goodnight. See you guys on the playa.
His death wasn't unexpected; he had been in a nursing home after having been paralyzed from a stroke about 3-4 years ago. Although when you spoke with him, he understood you and could nod his head just a little, but he just couldn't respond back. In many ways, his death was a relief.
Before the stroke, my uncle Kenneth (my brother and I called him "Big Unc") had been a big, jovial, kind-hearted and considerate man. He and my dad had a masonry construction business together for years. I worked for my dad and uncle in the summer from the time I was 13 until I was about 21 or so. There's nothin' like humpin' around heavey shit (concrete, cinder blocks, bricks, scaffolding, oak "walk" boards, wheelbarrows full of "mud" (mortar), etc.) day in and day out to make you say "FUCK THIS!" and go back to school. Anyway, my uncle Kenneth had been kind of a second father to me all those years; I was closer to him than any of my other uncles (my dad was the youngest of four boys).
Kenneth was a medical corps man in the Navy in the Pacific Theatre in WW II. He volunteered when he was 17! My grandparents had to sign a waiver to let him join because he wasn't 18 yet. I can't imagine what the impact of seeing all that blood, death, and suffering during the US invasions of Japanese-held islands must have been like for a 17 year old!
Just a little while ago I watched a show on the History Channel about the US invasion of Iwo Jima. I remember these numbers: 6,821 US dead; 28,000 casualties. As I watched, I imagined my 17 year old uncle there in the middle of it. I respect him even more now.
Unlike my grandpa (my mom's dad) who regaled me with all kinds of WW II stories, Uncle Kenneth NEVER spoke of the war. Back then, there was no such (recognized) thing as "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." He just had to "deal with it" on his own; reportedly, it was almost too much for him. Eventually, here in Chattanooga, he became the Commander of the local chapter of the American Foreign Legion.
Anyway, I've been completely fine with his death all week, until we got to the cemetary this afternoon. Death of loved ones has never really bothered me very much; it just seems like the natural conclusion to life to me.
The funeral was at the local National Cemetary. Thousands and thousands of uniform white headstones lined the rolling hills for as far as the eye could see. There were about 20 old veterans in attendance at the funeral, who, judging from their apparent age, had fought in WW II, the Korean War, and in Vietnam. When these men all "presented arms", gave my uncle Ken a 21 gun salute, and played taps, it was more than I could bear. Even thoug I tried to hold them back, tears flowed down my cheeks and the cheeks of everyone around me, all the way through the folding of the flag over the coffin and the presentation of the flag to my aunt.
Considering my own mortality, with the breeze blowing and all the grandchildren running around in the grass, I thought, "Oh well, life goes on for the rest of us. Goodbye Uncle Kenneth!"
Goodnight. See you guys on the playa.
...but it seemed like such a good idea at the time...
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Fucking Robert Frost makes it pointless to try to be a poet. He already said everything better than I could ever hope to.Robert Frost wrote:(excerpted from "Out, Out--")
Little - less - nothing! - and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
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Very appropriate. That pretty much sums it up.Robert Frost as quoted by Ranger Genius wrote:(excerpted from "Out, Out--")
Little - less - nothing! - and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Thanks y'all
...but it seemed like such a good idea at the time...
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fuck
FUCK!
The reorg was looking almost perfect and now it looks like I may have accidentally deleted the "naked wet chick on LSD explodes violently" thread.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
The reorg was looking almost perfect and now it looks like I may have accidentally deleted the "naked wet chick on LSD explodes violently" thread.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
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wow "fuck" got the most responses....I think we should elect a president with the name fuck...then everybody would remember his name easily and he would save alot on advertising and when people said "fuck america" they would be saying something nice....... well fuck america anyway yes, if america was fucking all the time we would at least be making love, not war.
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Unfortunately, we did... or he got in, anyway, whether we elected him or not.cowboyangel wrote:....I think we should elect a president with the name fuck...
And, yes... His last name is "Head"... "Fuck" is just his first name.
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samtzu wrote:Unfortunately, we did... or he got in, anyway, whether we elected him or not.cowboyangel wrote:....I think we should elect a president with the name fuck...
And, yes... His last name is "Head"... "Fuck" is just his first name.
No, It's Fuckin Dick n Bush.
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Hi RebA!
And now for my first post on this thread (which I haven't fully read so my apologies if someone already reported spotting one of these...) a bumper sticker spotted on an old workman's camper Friday:
NEXT TIME WE FUCK THINGS UP MY WAY!
: )
And now for my first post on this thread (which I haven't fully read so my apologies if someone already reported spotting one of these...) a bumper sticker spotted on an old workman's camper Friday:
NEXT TIME WE FUCK THINGS UP MY WAY!
: )
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