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[Eli]

In college, he moved on to his Xanga...

http://web.archive.org/web/20030402031034/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20030717113013/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20030829063842/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20040618015425/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20041204235927/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20040927171038/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

I think with every piece of Paul info you dig up, the less interesting he becomes.

Basically, I can sort of see where Bort is coming from.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

His Xanga being home to... what's the word... this classic:

http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

Thursday, December 04, 2003

hey.

If my thoughts during masturbation were somehow broadcast, I'd be sent to the gallows pretty quickly. I know we don't...what's the word...have gallows anymore, but that's the point. When I masturbate the obscenities fly through my mind rather like dirtbikes and I just don't think I'd be comfortable living with some snooping telepath in the next room. I will not marry you, Professor Charles Xavier. I cannot marry you, you snooping telepath.

I'm a nice guy and a weakling and so ultimately feel guilty after masturbating. I can't decide if it's my dick praying for a vagina to call home, my better nature cleansing itself of the just-completed act of barbarism, or real Christian guilt over having just thought perverse thoughts in order to get first down yardage.

So there is a mystery.

That's all anyone cares about, or should care about. Their genitals, and their minds, and their bodies entire. Everything else seems pretty fucking superfluous, to be honest with you. I don't care about some war in Iraq, because to understand it and its implications takes effort, and that's effort better spent thinking about my cock or whether or not I should shave this morning or about the chapter I just read. I think you can be indifferent without being clueless or irresponsible. I think you can even be indifferent, in the case of this ongoing Iraq situation, without necessarily being cold-hearted. To be cold-hearted is to observe carefully, invest time and concentration, and come to a conclusion (evidenced by your chosen reaction) borne of cruelty and lacking any semblance of decency.

When this war's done I'll probably start referencing obscure foreign wars to keep some continuity going.

If you'd told me three years ago that I'd spend the morning of December 4, 2003 sitting at the computer typing while wearing Tony the Tiger boxers and listening to the Beach Boys, I'd surely have punched you right in your fibula and called you a cocksure Scaramouch, or worse! a Rutgers graduate. What say you now, Scarlet Knight? Ah but then this is my morning of December 4, 2003 and it is my only fucking morning of December 4, 2003 so I may as well make it quirkier than anticipated. In December here your days all freeze together, best to thaw one out and spare it.

Also! Merry X-Mas, in case I forget to say something about then before then.

[PenFoe]

In college, he moved on to his Xanga...

http://web.archive.org/web/20030402031034/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20030717113013/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20030829063842/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20040618015425/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20041204235927/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus
http://web.archive.org/web/20040927171038/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

I think with every piece of Paul info you dig up, the less interesting more pathetic he becomes.

Basically, I can sort of see where Bort is coming from.

Real life human contact is still a pretty essential element for a happy life'd.

[CT III]

I think with every piece of Paul info you dig up, the less interesting he becomes.

Basically, I can sort of see where Bort is coming from.

Which is why I prefer to remember the glory years.

[R-V]

His Xanga being home to... what's the word... this classic:

http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

Thursday, December 04, 2003

hey.

If my thoughts during masturbation were somehow broadcast, I'd be sent to the gallows pretty quickly. I know we don't...what's the word...have gallows anymore, but that's the point. When I masturbate the obscenities fly through my mind rather like dirtbikes and I just don't think I'd be comfortable living with some snooping telepath in the next room. I will not marry you, Professor Charles Xavier. I cannot marry you, you snooping telepath.

I'm a nice guy and a weakling and so ultimately feel guilty after masturbating. I can't decide if it's my dick praying for a vagina to call home, my better nature cleansing itself of the just-completed act of barbarism, or real Christian guilt over having just thought perverse thoughts in order to get first down yardage.

So there is a mystery.

That's all anyone cares about, or should care about. Their genitals, and their minds, and their bodies entire. Everything else seems pretty fucking superfluous, to be honest with you. I don't care about some war in Iraq, because to understand it and its implications takes effort, and that's effort better spent thinking about my cock or whether or not I should shave this morning or about the chapter I just read. I think you can be indifferent without being clueless or irresponsible. I think you can even be indifferent, in the case of this ongoing Iraq situation, without necessarily being cold-hearted. To be cold-hearted is to observe carefully, invest time and concentration, and come to a conclusion (evidenced by your chosen reaction) borne of cruelty and lacking any semblance of decency.

When this war's done I'll probably start referencing obscure foreign wars to keep some continuity going.

If you'd told me three years ago that I'd spend the morning of December 4, 2003 sitting at the computer typing while wearing Tony the Tiger boxers and listening to the Beach Boys, I'd surely have punched you right in your fibula and called you a cocksure Scaramouch, or worse! a Rutgers graduate. What say you now, Scarlet Knight? Ah but then this is my morning of December 4, 2003 and it is my only fucking morning of December 4, 2003 so I may as well make it quirkier than anticipated. In December here your days all freeze together, best to thaw one out and spare it.

Also! Merry X-Mas Andy, in case I forget to say something about then before then.

Why can't I find this thread?

[PenFoe]

His Xanga being home to... what's the word... this classic:

http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

Thursday, December 04, 2003

hey.

If my thoughts during masturbation were somehow broadcast, I'd be sent to the gallows pretty quickly. I know we don't...what's the word...have gallows anymore, but that's the point. When I masturbate the obscenities fly through my mind rather like dirtbikes and I just don't think I'd be comfortable living with some snooping telepath in the next room. I will not marry you, Professor Charles Xavier. I cannot marry you, you snooping telepath.

I'm a nice guy and a weakling and so ultimately feel guilty after masturbating. I can't decide if it's my dick praying for a vagina to call home, my better nature cleansing itself of the just-completed act of barbarism, or real Christian guilt over having just thought perverse thoughts in order to get first down yardage.

So there is a mystery.

That's all anyone cares about, or should care about. Their genitals, and their minds, and their bodies entire. Everything else seems pretty fucking superfluous, to be honest with you. I don't care about some war in Iraq, because to understand it and its implications takes effort, and that's effort better spent thinking about my cock or whether or not I should shave this morning or about the chapter I just read. I think you can be indifferent without being clueless or irresponsible. I think you can even be indifferent, in the case of this ongoing Iraq situation, without necessarily being cold-hearted. To be cold-hearted is to observe carefully, invest time and concentration, and come to a conclusion (evidenced by your chosen reaction) borne of cruelty and lacking any semblance of decency.

When this war's done I'll probably start referencing obscure foreign wars to keep some continuity going.

If you'd told me three years ago that I'd spend the morning of December 4, 2003 sitting at the computer typing while wearing Tony the Tiger boxers and listening to the Beach Boys, I'd surely have punched you right in your fibula and called you a cocksure Scaramouch, or worse! a Rutgers graduate. What say you now, Scarlet Knight? Ah but then this is my morning of December 4, 2003 and it is my only fucking morning of December 4, 2003 so I may as well make it quirkier than anticipated. In December here your days all freeze together, best to thaw one out and spare it.

Also! Merry X-Mas Andy, in case I forget to say something about then before then.

Why can't I find this thread?

Because it's not in the Frozen Burrito aisle at Trader Joe's?

http://www.desipio.com/messageboard/index.php?topic=2165.msg28775#msg28775

[Yeti]

His Xanga being home to... what's the word... this classic:

http://web.archive.org/web/20031204192035/http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=RockMeAmadeus

Thursday, December 04, 2003

hey.

If my thoughts during masturbation were somehow broadcast, I'd be sent to the gallows pretty quickly. I know we don't...what's the word...have gallows anymore, but that's the point. When I masturbate the obscenities fly through my mind rather like dirtbikes and I just don't think I'd be comfortable living with some snooping telepath in the next room. I will not marry you, Professor Charles Xavier. I cannot marry you, you snooping telepath.

I'm a nice guy and a weakling and so ultimately feel guilty after masturbating. I can't decide if it's my dick praying for a vagina to call home, my better nature cleansing itself of the just-completed act of barbarism, or real Christian guilt over having just thought perverse thoughts in order to get first down yardage.

So there is a mystery.

That's all anyone cares about, or should care about. Their genitals, and their minds, and their bodies entire. Everything else seems pretty fucking superfluous, to be honest with you. I don't care about some war in Iraq, because to understand it and its implications takes effort, and that's effort better spent thinking about my cock or whether or not I should shave this morning or about the chapter I just read. I think you can be indifferent without being clueless or irresponsible. I think you can even be indifferent, in the case of this ongoing Iraq situation, without necessarily being cold-hearted. To be cold-hearted is to observe carefully, invest time and concentration, and come to a conclusion (evidenced by your chosen reaction) borne of cruelty and lacking any semblance of decency.

When this war's done I'll probably start referencing obscure foreign wars to keep some continuity going.

If you'd told me three years ago that I'd spend the morning of December 4, 2003 sitting at the computer typing while wearing Tony the Tiger boxers and listening to the Beach Boys, I'd surely have punched you right in your fibula and called you a cocksure Scaramouch, or worse! a Rutgers graduate. What say you now, Scarlet Knight? Ah but then this is my morning of December 4, 2003 and it is my only fucking morning of December 4, 2003 so I may as well make it quirkier than anticipated. In December here your days all freeze together, best to thaw one out and spare it.

Also! Merry X-Mas Andy, in case I forget to say something about then before then.

Why can't I find this thread?

Because it's not in the Frozen Burrito aisle at Trader Joe's?

http://www.desipio.com/messageboard/index.php?topic=2165.msg28775#msg28775

Because it's MerYY

[CT III]

Get 'em, Slak.

https://twitter.com/georgeofman/status/361898591259865088

[Gilgamesh]

Get 'em, Slak.

https://twitter.com/georgeofman/status/361898591259865088

No offense to Slak, but Yetti is getting some good zingers in there.

Someone should forward this to B&B; they love making fun of George.

[Slaky]

Get 'em, Slak.

https://twitter.com/georgeofman/status/361898591259865088

No offense to Slak, but Yetti is getting some good zingers in there.

Someone should forward this to B&B; they love making fun of George.

I'm not even trying to zing him. I was trying to question him without crossing the line.

Hopefully he spends the night just like his first 22,000 or so - nowhere near a woman that would touch his dick

[Yeti]

Get 'em, Slak.

https://twitter.com/georgeofman/status/361898591259865088

No offense to Slak, but Yetti is getting some good zingers in there.

Someone should forward this to B&B; they love making fun of George.

I'm not even trying to zing him. I was trying to question him without crossing the line.

Hopefully he spends the night just like his first 22,000 or so - nowhere near a woman that would touch his dick

I was just trying to be a dick, cause, you know, it's the internet. It doesn't matter.

[Quality Start Machine]

Get 'em, Slak.

https://twitter.com/georgeofman/status/361898591259865088

No offense to Slak, but Yetti is getting some good zingers in there.

Someone should forward this to B&B; they love making fun of George.

I'm not even trying to zing him. I was trying to question him without crossing the line.

Hopefully he spends the night just like his first 22,000 or so - nowhere near a woman that would touch his dick

I was just trying to be a dick, cause, you know, it's the internet. It doesn't matter.

What's your excuse everywhere else?

[CT III]

Don't troll BizNasty.

http://deadspin.com/man-trolls-paul-bissonnette-bissonnette-posts-mans-ar-1155557874

[ChuckD]

This is pretty great:

KantyeWest
- The natural fusion of 18th Century Enlightenment Philosopher Immanuel Kant with tweets from Kanye West

But this. This is one of the best things I've seen on the Internet:

KimKierkegaardashian
- The philosophy of Søren Kierkegaard mashed with the tweets and observations of Kim Kardashian.

Last night's show was insane!! Kanye sold out the Garden!!! Lost inside the crowd was the eternal truth, the single individual.

Swimming pool. Dance floor. Mechanical bull. There is melancholy in everything in my life, but also an indescribable happiness.

Thank you for the gorgeous baby gifts! But man's life is not intended for enjoyment.

I suffer sympathetically. I use all my resources to reproduce another's pain. This is what besties do!

[Quality Start Machine]

Oops.