rispect sti

i'd gâte her

i have a couple thousand acapellas. not that specific one tho

oh wait ryan youre right. wrong party. Im definately not ready for this one.

jessee stylez!

special interlude by tipsy tamere

god cats suck

ryan both your roomates are total geeks and know the answer to this, why would u ask such a question here except to promote your party? Sneaky sneaky man

generally fraud. the only place where u can find some ok ones is on the UDA website. [ www.uniondesartistes.com ]

fuck the world? how old are you?

wtf is vlc. you guys are crazy i say!

what kind of file is that?

si té avec firefox, ptête que tas choisi de bloquer toutes les iomages en provenance de [ rave.ca ] Cliqure avec le bouton de droit sur kekpart ou l devrait avoir une photo, et ptete que tu vas voir que bloquer les images de [ rave.ca ] est coché

weirdest party name ever!

lung

the guy sounds like noah when hes on mushrooms

BAHAHHA

too bad its a rave. if it was a show id definately go

i installed it on my father's computer. You guys should have seen him freak out it was the funniest thing ever. I should have filmed it.

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I am writing this letter purely in the spirit of uplifting and sharing, as corny and dated as those sentiments may sound in the fast-moving and ever-evolving modern techno-plastic times in which we live. Primarily, I want to share with you my view that Phoenix's indiscretions are contrary to international human rights and humanitarian standards. But first, let me pose you a question: Is Phoenix actually concerned about any of us, or does he just want to make today's oppressiveness look like grade-school work compared to what he has planned for the future? After reading this letter, you'll unmistakably find it's the latter. His insults have caused widespread social alienation, and from this alienation a thousand social pathologies have sprung. Looking at it on the bright side, there are some basic biological realities of the world in which we live. These realities are doubtless regrettable, but they are unalterable. If Phoenix finds them intolerable and unthinkable, the only thing that I can suggest is that he try to flag down a flying saucer and take passage for some other solar system, possibly one in which the residents are oblivious to the fact that I should note that Phoenix once said that his prognoses provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. Oh, please. I'm just glad I hadn't eaten dinner right before I heard him say that. Otherwise, I'd probably still be vomiting too hard to tell you that if Phoenix continues to oppose the visceral views of 98 percent of the nation's citizens, crime will escalate as schools deteriorate, corruption increases, and quality of life plummets.

The first thing we need to do is to get Phoenix to admit that he has a problem. He should be counseled to recite the following:

* I, Phoenix, am a witless doofus.
* I have been a participant in a giant scheme to destroy our moral fiber.
* I hereby admit my addiction to classism. I ask for the strength and wisdom to fight this addiction.

Once Phoenix realizes that he has a problem, maybe then he'll see that he is still going around insisting that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength. Jeez, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to him that he is capable of going berserk without notice. Get that straight, please. Any other thinking is blame-shoving or responsibility-dodging. Furthermore, I would like to comment on Phoenix's attempt to associate anarchism with irreligionism. There is no association.

Imagine a world in which Phoenix could etiolate his enemies whenever he felt like it. Armed only with a white shirt, pocket protector, slide rule, thick glasses, and some other neat stuff, I have determined that the more we give him, the more he wants. More than that, his maudlin preoccupation with solecism, usually sicklied over with such nonsense words as "calcareoargillaceous", would make sense if a person's honor were determined strictly by his or her ability to infiltrate the media with the express purpose of disseminating imperious information. As that's not the case, we can conclude only that there are two related questions in this matter. The first is to what extent he has tried to withhold information and disseminate half truths and whole lies. The other is whether or not Phoenix's ravings are built on lies and they depend on make-believe for their continuation. Phoenix's lapdogs actually believe the bunkum they're always mouthing. That's because these classes of disingenuous mouthpieces for mentally deficient vandalism are idealistic, have no sense of history or human nature, and they think that what they're doing will somehow improve the world sooner or later. In reality, of course, Phoenix would not hesitate to oppress, segregate, and punish others if he felt he could benefit from doing so. He wants me to stop trying to think outside the box. Instead, he'd rather I adopt a new world-view. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily. Okay, I've vented enough frustration. So let me end by saying that materialism is arguably the most frightening and devastating problem facing us all.

what i wonder is why someone that hates rad so much would use the word "asshole". If I hated someone i'd probably at least say cunt

yeah. Id definately freak out if everytime i came back to my computer i had a bsod. Id probably replace the computer before checking the screensaver

fag

to freak out your relatives

how about now, on my couch?

i played house at "underground raves" plenty of times

this is an email i got from richard cheese today:

A PRIVATE MESSAGE FOR BRITNEY SPEARS FROM LOUNGE SINGER RICHARD CHEESE

Oh, Britney, Britney, Britney! Where did it all go wrong?

I know that times have been tough for you lately. What with your failed marriages, your dropped lawsuits, and your dropped babies, it's been hard to be Britney these days. So much attention, so much scrutiny, so much odious sex with a creepy pothead...I know you wish you could just erase the last few years and start all over again.

Well, my dear Britney, now you can. With me, Richard Cheese.

I'm here for you, baby. And always have been.

You know that I've loved you, truly, from the very beginning of your career (er, once you turned 18, that is). I've been supporting you from the start, admiring your talent, respecting your professionalism, and staring continuously at your Rolling Stone covers for several minutes at a time. I've bought your CDs. I've watched your videos. I've driven around Malibu trying to find your house.

Yes, you drove me "Crazy." Yes, I do know that you're "Toxic." Yes, I was a "Slave 4 U" for you.

Yes, Britney, I've been here for you, hoping, dreaming, longing, that someday, you'd get tired of all the broken hearts and lost loves and empty Funions bags and finally come looking for me. Indeed, I've been waiting faithfully for you, all this time, through Justin, through Madonna, through Kevin, for this special day to come.

And now you're finally free. Free at last, free at last! Free to be, you and me! (I'm sure both of those references went way over your head, but that's cool.)

After years of mistakes, it's time to take a new positive step in your romantic life. No more, "Oops," Britney. There's going to be a new song in your life----in OUR life----and that song is a standard and it's called "Us".

You and me, baby. Richard and Britney. Brit and Dick. And when we get married, you can be Britney Cheese, and I'll be Dick Spears. Dick Spears Britney Cheese. I like the sound of that.

And the world will like the sound of OUR baby. Imagine what a wonderful singing voice our lovechild will have. If it's a girl, she'll sing like an angel, and she'll also have giant cans. And, if it's a boy, he'll be sung like Sinatra and hung like a horse.

That reminds me, please please please tell me that your children were born via C-section?

Anyway, we'll record duets together; we'll tour together; we'll make sweet love while listening to both our discographies on iPod shuffle, including my all-new holiday CD "Silent Nightclub," now in stores and on iTunes.

But most importantly, we'll look into each other's eyes, and find a mutual love, a common destiny, a shared bond of tenderness and respect. You will respect my work as an artist; I will respect your fabulous guns.

Together, Britney, you and I will finally find the kind of marital happiness that only Annette and Warren have known. We'll travel the globe, inspire the masses, make the whole world sing. And, we'll do it on the floor about a hundred times a day. Hey, I'll even drive the car so you can hold the babies on your lap in front of the airbag.

Doesn't that sound a little less "Chaotic"?

Anyway, I know that you just got out of a relationship, and you don't want to be tied down right now (although if you do want to be tied down, let me know, I have a warehouse full of Richard Cheese tiger-striped ties at my disposal, check them out along with other great gift ideas at [ www.richardcheese.com ] Maybe you're not looking to start another romance with another rockstar.

But I'm not just a rockstar, baby. I'm a LoungeStar. With me, you won't get sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Instead, it'll be lovin', cocktails, and swankified swing.

Yes, it's time to grow up, my sweet little pop superstar. Say goodbye to the bubblegum, the boy bands, and the beer bongs. Say hello to the crooner, the love songs, and the vodka tonics. You need a man backed by a lounge band. You need someone smarter, someone stronger, someone bigger.

What Britney needs is Dick.

Email me, babe.

RC
lounge@richardcheese.com
[ www.richardcheese.com ]

suckup

you should remove that option. Ragewave is where it's at

i agree with juju. House is the bets party music.

the difference is that ravewave wont give u a ceisure, and its actually fast.

audrey: and thats why you have hepatitis A to Z

pu maintenant!

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Man i probably would have lost my virginity a couple years earlier if that existed in my time.

Everybody needs a little time away, I heard her say, from each other.
Even lovers need a holiday far away from each other.
Hold me now. its hard for me to say Im sorry. I just want you to stay.

november 1th here. Probably going to domfest and casino

well someone's excited :P

sounds good. Maybe we should do a track together some time!

SAT too is supposed to be a non-profit organisation to help local talent, yet they will charge you 2-3000$ for the venue. Bastards