alright let's get a constitutional crisis up in this bitch
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Anybody know Outcast2004 on gaf? I bought and paid for that motherfuckers PS3 last Friday and he just shipped it out yesterday, despite telling me that he would ship it out monday at the latest
http://www.drtonymroberts.com/faye/blogdex.htmwhat. the. fuck.
How did the system screw him exactly?
They call me the recursively enumerated, insufficiently remunerated, double data-rated, triple X-rated, psycho, active, psychoactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her pants and low class, kiss my ass, underemployed, overjoyed, masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy, chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, 'puter freq girl geek. -- I don't read myspace mail but here's my email addr: fayekanegallery@hotmail.com. I answer ALL emails, but reserve the right to publish it with your name changed. Yes, yes, I'll talk about sex; but I'd much rather talk about the signature of the interval metric in special relativity.
HOW I FOUND OUT I'M BROKEN I never really knew my dad and my stepdad ignored me. I told mom that I had walked out of my job and why. But instead of feeling sorry for me, she saw the marks on my body and had her shrink have the cops take me to the mental hospital in plastic handcuffs that weren't sexy. After sitting around for a week bored out of my mind, they gave me a SHITLOAD of tests for a whole day (including inkblots and "make a story from the pictures", and both written and verbal tests), the results of which were shown to me on a log-scale bar chart the following week. Each bar was a different kind of "crazy" (schizophrenic, paranoid, etc), and there was a horizontal line such that if the bar was higher than the line, you were that kind of crazy.So I look at it, and all the bars were real low except two which were pretty far above the horizontal line, and one that was slammed completely against the top which, on a log scale, is really extreme. I said "well, I guess I'm crazy" and she said "Actually, no" and looked at the tiny pink writing at the bottom of the bars. "This one is the scale for Autism, and the other bar is, let's see, 'Personality Disorder, Avoidant.'"Then she put the chart away and said that Autism isn't treatable and avoidant personality disorder isn't serious, so they were letting me go. I got distressed because I thought they were hiding something awful from me. "What about the THIRD bar, the one that went all the way to the top?" I was sure it was "sexual masochism" and she was too embarrassed to tell me, so out of politeness, I almost didn't ask. She laughed at the worried expression on my face and said "Ahh! Don't worry about that, that's just intelligence".I remembered that part of it was an oral test where she had asked about 50 easy questions of increasing "difficulty". The first was "does the sun rise in the north, south, east or west", and the last was "who wrote Faust"?I got visibly distressed because I was uncertain of the answer. I said "That's not a fair question! You didn't say wherther you meant the the poem or the play!", and she said "you pass".Mom picked me up and was characteristically angry, as always. She accused me of "cheating" on the tests to get out, but I didn't. It's VERY upsetting to be blamed for things I didn't do. She had insisted that I was "crazy" and a "bad girl" my whole life even though I never did anything but read books, and she refused to accept the good news that I was not. I was happy that I was officially "okay", but she wouldn't share that happiness with me. She felt cheated, as if she had taken a broken robot to the shop and paid to have it repaired, but they didn't do anything and so the robot was still broken.A broken robot. Actually... yeah.I'm Mister Data with a pussy, two tits, and a screw loose.
[youtube=560,345]LB4D-GbQ9A4[/youtube]
QuoteThey call me the recursively enumerated, insufficiently remunerated, double data-rated, triple X-rated, psycho, active, psychoactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her pants and low class, kiss my ass, underemployed, overjoyed, masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy, chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, 'puter freq girl geek. -- I don't read myspace mail but here's my email addr: fayekanegallery@hotmail.com. I answer ALL emails, but reserve the right to publish it with your name changed. Yes, yes, I'll talk about sex; but I'd much rather talk about the signature of the interval metric in special relativity. This reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it...
Consoles > PC
trolling enters the 3rd dimension http://kimag.es/share/96645954.gif this is the culmination of human progress
It's legal for a lady to go topless in NYC.
Wait, a good vampire film in this day and age? It will probably tank.
[youtube=560,345][/youtube]Looks great.
greatness gone's home forum found
Quote from: Green Man on June 27, 2009, 05:04:33 AM http://www.drtonymroberts.com/faye/blogdex.htmwhat. the. fuck.http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewcustom&friendId=150103974&blogId=258794490&swapped=trueQuoteThey call me the recursively enumerated, insufficiently remunerated, double data-rated, triple X-rated, psycho, active, psychoactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her pants and low class, kiss my ass, underemployed, overjoyed, masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy, chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, 'puter freq girl geek. -- I don't read myspace mail but here's my email addr: fayekanegallery@hotmail.com. I answer ALL emails, but reserve the right to publish it with your name changed. Yes, yes, I'll talk about sex; but I'd much rather talk about the signature of the interval metric in special relativity. This reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it...**edit**This chick is awesome. And crazy!spoiler (click to show/hide)QuoteHOW I FOUND OUT I'M BROKEN I never really knew my dad and my stepdad ignored me. I told mom that I had walked out of my job and why. But instead of feeling sorry for me, she saw the marks on my body and had her shrink have the cops take me to the mental hospital in plastic handcuffs that weren't sexy. After sitting around for a week bored out of my mind, they gave me a SHITLOAD of tests for a whole day (including inkblots and "make a story from the pictures", and both written and verbal tests), the results of which were shown to me on a log-scale bar chart the following week. Each bar was a different kind of "crazy" (schizophrenic, paranoid, etc), and there was a horizontal line such that if the bar was higher than the line, you were that kind of crazy.So I look at it, and all the bars were real low except two which were pretty far above the horizontal line, and one that was slammed completely against the top which, on a log scale, is really extreme. I said "well, I guess I'm crazy" and she said "Actually, no" and looked at the tiny pink writing at the bottom of the bars. "This one is the scale for Autism, and the other bar is, let's see, 'Personality Disorder, Avoidant.'"Then she put the chart away and said that Autism isn't treatable and avoidant personality disorder isn't serious, so they were letting me go. I got distressed because I thought they were hiding something awful from me. "What about the THIRD bar, the one that went all the way to the top?" I was sure it was "sexual masochism" and she was too embarrassed to tell me, so out of politeness, I almost didn't ask. She laughed at the worried expression on my face and said "Ahh! Don't worry about that, that's just intelligence".I remembered that part of it was an oral test where she had asked about 50 easy questions of increasing "difficulty". The first was "does the sun rise in the north, south, east or west", and the last was "who wrote Faust"?I got visibly distressed because I was uncertain of the answer. I said "That's not a fair question! You didn't say wherther you meant the the poem or the play!", and she said "you pass".Mom picked me up and was characteristically angry, as always. She accused me of "cheating" on the tests to get out, but I didn't. It's VERY upsetting to be blamed for things I didn't do. She had insisted that I was "crazy" and a "bad girl" my whole life even though I never did anything but read books, and she refused to accept the good news that I was not. I was happy that I was officially "okay", but she wouldn't share that happiness with me. She felt cheated, as if she had taken a broken robot to the shop and paid to have it repaired, but they didn't do anything and so the robot was still broken.A broken robot. Actually... yeah.I'm Mister Data with a pussy, two tits, and a screw loose. [close]
Quote from: Veidt on June 27, 2009, 07:47:55 PM[youtube=560,345][/youtube]Looks great.Kate Bush is crying at that cover.
Oh you kids these days. I can't tell which one is a hipster and which one's a hobo. You're all wearing beards, plaid, and riding a bike.3:03 PM Jun 10th from Tweetie
http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhCl9wZ02i3XP1A9a5
