Fuck!
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Captain Goddammit
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Simply Joel
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"It's simply fucking astounding that in the United States, the home of the greatest and most effective fucking democratic revolution, so many people (the stupid lazy fucks) have come to regard democracy as a fucking luxury-brand vehicle, suited only for the culturally upscale, when it's really a sturdy fucking truck, effective in conditions both rough and smooth."
David Brooks, New York Times
items in bold are by joel
simply fucking astounding!
David Brooks, New York Times
items in bold are by joel
simply fucking astounding!
Fuck Yes! I have been sleeping at least 9 hours a night for the past week straight, last night 10 hours. Making up for or putting some in reserve for something...
Fukin Hell! Seems like so many people here have no fucking regard for anybody but themselves. Perhaps this problem which I perceive is just more prevalent here in Marin county. Numerous times every day I find myself saying both silently and outloud, "It's your world I'm just fucking living in it."
Fukin Hell! Seems like so many people here have no fucking regard for anybody but themselves. Perhaps this problem which I perceive is just more prevalent here in Marin county. Numerous times every day I find myself saying both silently and outloud, "It's your world I'm just fucking living in it."
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Rabbi Dali Rick
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..........Hot To Trot.......................................
and everybody in the fucking house fucking said,"Fucking Amen!"
the rebbi
the rebbi
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calicowboy925
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DVD Burner
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YEEOOWWW!!! I can feel that!!! Man, it sure hurts to hear about a brother in trouble!!! Take care of him! They haven't perfected transplants for us yet!!
Besides, where would you get one? Getting someones dead dingus out of a car wreck just sounds too icky... and who knows where it's been...
oh yeah... FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
Besides, where would you get one? Getting someones dead dingus out of a car wreck just sounds too icky... and who knows where it's been...
oh yeah... FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
Hey! It's me!!!
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sparkletarte
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I just got back from the vet to refill my dog's mew meds for her heart- $100 for a month supply! Fuck! Gah! Ouch!
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bigfathairyape
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dental fuck
Just got back from the dentist, one redone crown that a previous "practicing" dentist fucked up one cracked old filling replaced with massive decay and two small fillings, 2 hours in the chair 4 shots and now my mouth tastes like shit and I am slobbering like a dog. FUCK.
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Rian Jackson
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Fuck!
Took MSContin for the back pain.
Proceeded to walk around stoned and then throw up.
That was 14 hours ago.
Threw up again on my way to work (thank god our town has bushes) and i think i might again before long.
Had to buy mouthwash at the store. And have an engineer promise to watch the phones if i gotta run.
Fuck.
But, fuck, whatever.
Speaking of not fuck, had dinner with my buddy David Rovics the other day. He's back in town, finally. Fuck yeah! Concert tonight! Woohoo!
Took MSContin for the back pain.
Proceeded to walk around stoned and then throw up.
That was 14 hours ago.
Threw up again on my way to work (thank god our town has bushes) and i think i might again before long.
Had to buy mouthwash at the store. And have an engineer promise to watch the phones if i gotta run.
Fuck.
But, fuck, whatever.
Speaking of not fuck, had dinner with my buddy David Rovics the other day. He's back in town, finally. Fuck yeah! Concert tonight! Woohoo!
surlier than thou
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Rob the Wop
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Fuck.
Lotta things happening in my life right now. Overwork, understaff, taking more of a lead role. Brother left wife and kids for a high school sweetheart from his 20th reunion- guess what? 1 1/2 years later he finds out it was a really bad move (no fucking shit) and he's in a fucked financial and housing situation 1000 miles from his kids. Wants to go back, I'm trying to support him without telling him "Well no shit, dumbass." And the sadness of the slow breakup of a six year relationship. The only saving grace is that it is truely mutual and we care about each other more than ever, we just aren't 'couple material'.
And now for the big recent fuck.
I've always had the call of the 'Wild Fuckits' (my term for it). Back in my youth, it was the shitty job wherever, the place to crash wherever, and drugs, partying, and HC (highway cruises) in the desert. Quality of life was day to day and low, possibility of jailtime, but NO resposibilities to anyone, ever. Stress level = 0.
Always in the back of my mind has been the possibility of just walking out of the job, cashing out everything, selling all my belongings, get a tent, sleeping bag, pillow, 3 changes of clothes, and a good cruising bike. And just go. As long as I'm not picky- I could live the rest of my life off of the money I would have in the bank. All I would need would be food from markets, the occasional coin-op washing machine, cheap whiskey, and the occasional drugs.
I have a friend that is selling an old cop bike for $1200. Kawasaki KZ1000 with hard saddlebags and the works. No front fairing, but I never liked front fairings anyway. I like the feel of the wind.
Last year I found out I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No problem as long as I don't use vibrating power tools or hold onto anything that vibrates for an extended period. Then I lose feeling in my hands (except for a painful fiery pins and needles feeling) and I lose my grip strength. It comes back after a couple weeks of ice packs on my wrists, sleeping with wrist braces, and Celebrex- but I have to stay away from anything that will trigger it.
My aging and deteriorating body now irrevocably cut off my escape of the 'Wild Fuckits'. It didn't really forced it's way into my consciousness until I was chatting with my friend about the possibility of buying the bike. I realized I couldn't buy it. That chapter is closed and the book sealed shut.
And it really fucking saddens me.
Fuck.
Lotta things happening in my life right now. Overwork, understaff, taking more of a lead role. Brother left wife and kids for a high school sweetheart from his 20th reunion- guess what? 1 1/2 years later he finds out it was a really bad move (no fucking shit) and he's in a fucked financial and housing situation 1000 miles from his kids. Wants to go back, I'm trying to support him without telling him "Well no shit, dumbass." And the sadness of the slow breakup of a six year relationship. The only saving grace is that it is truely mutual and we care about each other more than ever, we just aren't 'couple material'.
And now for the big recent fuck.
I've always had the call of the 'Wild Fuckits' (my term for it). Back in my youth, it was the shitty job wherever, the place to crash wherever, and drugs, partying, and HC (highway cruises) in the desert. Quality of life was day to day and low, possibility of jailtime, but NO resposibilities to anyone, ever. Stress level = 0.
Always in the back of my mind has been the possibility of just walking out of the job, cashing out everything, selling all my belongings, get a tent, sleeping bag, pillow, 3 changes of clothes, and a good cruising bike. And just go. As long as I'm not picky- I could live the rest of my life off of the money I would have in the bank. All I would need would be food from markets, the occasional coin-op washing machine, cheap whiskey, and the occasional drugs.
I have a friend that is selling an old cop bike for $1200. Kawasaki KZ1000 with hard saddlebags and the works. No front fairing, but I never liked front fairings anyway. I like the feel of the wind.
Last year I found out I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No problem as long as I don't use vibrating power tools or hold onto anything that vibrates for an extended period. Then I lose feeling in my hands (except for a painful fiery pins and needles feeling) and I lose my grip strength. It comes back after a couple weeks of ice packs on my wrists, sleeping with wrist braces, and Celebrex- but I have to stay away from anything that will trigger it.
My aging and deteriorating body now irrevocably cut off my escape of the 'Wild Fuckits'. It didn't really forced it's way into my consciousness until I was chatting with my friend about the possibility of buying the bike. I realized I couldn't buy it. That chapter is closed and the book sealed shut.
And it really fucking saddens me.
Fuck.
[b]The other, other white meat.[/b]
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Simply Joel
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thinkcooper
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Fuck- that is a drag- how about a throttlemeister? and remember it's a Kawasaki inline 4, not a harley, so the vibration won't horrible.Rob the Wop wrote:Last year I found out I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No problem as long as I don't use vibrating power tools or hold onto anything that vibrates for an extended period. Then I lose feeling in my hands (except for a painful fiery pins and needles feeling) and I lose my grip strength. It comes back after a couple weeks of ice packs on my wrists, sleeping with wrist braces, and Celebrex- but I have to stay away from anything that will trigger it.
My aging and deteriorating body now irrevocably cut off my escape of the 'Wild Fuckits'. It didn't really forced it's way into my consciousness until I was chatting with my friend about the possibility of buying the bike. I realized I couldn't buy it. That chapter is closed and the book sealed shut.
And it really fucking saddens me.
Fuck.
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samtzu
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Rob,
That's why God created the Willy's Jeep, the old military model. It is a motorcycle with four wheels... check eBay... they're a big hit in the NW.
And tell your brother that I tried that "High School Sweetheart" crap about eight years ago (I was divorced, she was working on it) and it was good for about... 18 months!! At that time she did what she had been doing all her life; picked up a couple of guys on the side. Sigh. Of course, hind sight (looking out yer ass) and all that...
and I am watching my body turn to waste material on a daily basis (I have CTS too. Yipee)... but, like Joel said; it beats the alternative. FIDO indeed.
oh, and fuck.... just plain old fuck...
That's why God created the Willy's Jeep, the old military model. It is a motorcycle with four wheels... check eBay... they're a big hit in the NW.
And tell your brother that I tried that "High School Sweetheart" crap about eight years ago (I was divorced, she was working on it) and it was good for about... 18 months!! At that time she did what she had been doing all her life; picked up a couple of guys on the side. Sigh. Of course, hind sight (looking out yer ass) and all that...
and I am watching my body turn to waste material on a daily basis (I have CTS too. Yipee)... but, like Joel said; it beats the alternative. FIDO indeed.
oh, and fuck.... just plain old fuck...
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
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theCryptofishist
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Simply Joel
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Front brakes, clutch, hand position, etc. all play into it also. I've had 4 bikes in my life 2 dirt, 2 street. Never had a Harley. I've driven 4 other bikes, but still- never a Harley. Even with pro-racing gloves to dampen vibration, my hand would still get hit. It would be two days on- two weeks off. Nope. Bikes are out.thinkcooper wrote:
Fuck- that is a drag- how about a throttlemeister? and remember it's a Kawasaki inline 4, not a harley, so the vibration won't horrible.
Sorry Sam, it's just not the same. I have a Samuri out in the back (well, a Spamuri in the making) that I could fix up. I drove it for about 8 years, on and off road (they are awesome off-road due to their weight). Top down whenever I could. But there is a world of difference. You 'become one' with your bike in a way no 3 or 4 wheeled vehicle can match.samtzu wrote:That's why God created the Willy's Jeep, the old military model. It is a motorcycle with four wheels... check eBay... they're a big hit in the NW.
And tell your brother that I tried that "High School Sweetheart" crap about eight years ago. Sigh. Of course, hind sight (looking out yer ass) and all that...
And Frank is hopefully learning from this painful lesson. Considering how many people told him it was a REALLY, REALLY BAD MOVE at the time, I have a hard time feeling that much pity for him.
This is debatable. I'm not going to off myself simply because I can't ride a bike, but I decided back in my teens that when my body makes my quality of life hit a certain point- that's it for me. I have no kids and I'm an atheist. When I lose the ability to take care of and be myself, I choose to not be. But that's just the way I am. Not much into self-pity. My last words will probably be something like, "Hmmp. Can't do that anymore...welp... that looks like about the turning point...cest la vie...<BLAM>"Simply Joel wrote:regarding the deterioration of one's body... it beats the other option... death.
Thanks a lot, I'll do some research too. I'm by no means a caffeine addict. Usually when I start a workout regeime, I avoid it like the plague first off anyway. I can do without coffee, I drink soft drinks when there isn't another choice, and I like herbal teas better anyway. Chocolate might be hard, but I eat very, very little of it anyway. So this would not be a problem at all.stuart wrote:avoid caffeine like the plague
it's super nasty for connective tissue inflamation
[b]The other, other white meat.[/b]
I was fucking around 27 years old and trying to play soccer twice a week. My knees would hurt so badly I could barely drive the next day. Did a little research. Heard some anecdotes. Quit caffeinne. After about a week the difference was noticable. After about month I could not fucking believe it. Every now and then I have a big 'ol cup of joe or some cola (or some Arabic coffee) and, depending on when last I played and how much I have, I can feel the pressure build from underneath my kneecaps as the petelular <sp?> tendons become inflamed.
I gotta say, after the initial withdrawel, which is a bitch, life is better without addiction. Take drugs recreationally, not habitually.
I gotta say, after the initial withdrawel, which is a bitch, life is better without addiction. Take drugs recreationally, not habitually.
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calicowboy925
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