GANG BANG!

AND HE'S AN OLD FART!
what up. My total inspiration right there.

It's Flavor Flav's B-day today. turning 46.

>:

Burn him to the stake.

My boss told me I'm weird.
RW > job.

Yer'Mad, Old Dublin (in the back of a parcking lot???), or that one on Metcalf.

I'm down anyways.

movie theatre. Trash it!!!!


Imax or climax

it's a Cosmic Country Strip Karaoke Pool Bar.

what is this man?

I guess that makes me Guy Cloutier.

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You should go too.

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doesn sound work on your cpu?
Mine is Crapoutte.

Take pictures of you licking a knife and post'em.

so Beef and 50 had some sort of game going on? and they shot who in the what now?

watch out. RW is not the place to talk about windows in front of showering girls.

Maybe. We'll say your all transvestites.
Show them monsieur coucou on your camera so they believe you.


Top Ten Reasons Why Karaoke Is Better Than Sex
10. With Karaoke, you're always sure you can find someone worse than you are.

9. You don't feel obligated to buy someone dinner for singing Karaoke with you.

8. When you sing Karaoke, it's OK to have multiple partners.

7. It's OK to sing Karaoke with your sister.

6. With Karaoke, you never have to be sorry about forgetting your lines.

5. It's OK to drink too much and sing Karaoke.

4. With Karaoke, no one will complain about the size of your microphone.

3. It's OK to sing Karaoke in front of your neighbors.

2. You'll never feel uncomfortable knowing your parents still sing Karaoke.

1. No one complains about a 3-minute Karaoke performance.

One ear


Decepticons or Cobras

I know some ppl wanted to go a gay bar too.
So:
[ www.montrealmirror.com ]
says :

Club Date Piano-Bar 514-521-1242
1218, rue Sainte-Catherine Est,
Montréal, QC

and

Bar Le Stud (only mondays)
514-598-8243
1812, rue Sainte-Catherine Est,
Montréal, QC H2K 2H3


That would GARANTEE I wouldn't pull out monsieur coucou.

my own intestines

So shoot some LA board names. Dude, I went to a party in that Blimp hangar in OC. Do you remember the name of that party? it was in 2002 I think.

So is there a strike or not? I have a class and I haven't been going realy. Should I worry?

Too bad the Ritz carlton doesn'T have a Karaoke.

Beaudelaire: Les fleurs du Mal


La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.

Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches ;
Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.

Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismégiste
Qui berce longuement notre esprit enchanté,
Et le riche métal de notre volonté
Est tout vaporisé par ce savant chimiste.

C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent !
Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas ;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent.

Ainsi qu'un débauché pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.

Serré, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de Démons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encor brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
C'est que notre âme, hélas ! n'est pas assez hardie.

Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,

Il en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde !
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde ;

C'est l'Ennui ! - l'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
- Hypocrite lecteur, - mon semblable, - mon frère !

april fools

any ambitions I ever had.

My dreams falling appart.

Stevean Seagal: the poney tale. it's too strong.


Smashing shit or smashing your head

I'll be in NYC.

Run. Run while you can.

Done.

Made: Crazy Carpet at 3am
Made: Hot coco baileys
Made: New lesbian friends. Their 1 1/2 Kills.
Ruined: Office sex imbroglios.

I would say stupid things until page 20.

1984 NYE resolution: stop drinking.

I'm not making any promises.

1999. Don't diss the chinese. My sister's from there.

Cry baby

yeha, but the one next to my house was just a head splat. Nothing else was ran over realy.

Burn your clothes.
at the strip club.

Check out the tracklisting:
1. Psycho/Psycho 4:44
2. Up Your Jurassic Park 3:36
3. Everything's OK at the OK Corral 5:55
4. I Love You So Fucking Much I Can't Shit 2:18
5. Everyday I Leave Ten Dollars on the Table 2:14
6. Baba Booey 2:45
7. I'm a Wabbitt 2:41
8. Indecent Proposal 2:39
9. Two Strangers From Georgia 2:45
10. Two Pack Shaker 3:25
11. Calling Casablanca 3:06
12. Like Beavis & Butthead 3:01
13. Artie Wexler 3:08
14. Are You a Lover? 2:37
15. Oh Madonna (you stole my pants) 4:05
16. Bingo Gazingo's Bolero 14:14

post the dumbest album covers you can find:

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it has to be published somehwere to be legit.