wacky1980

that's ... good.

alright man, let's party. it start when you take off your pants.

i'm not the one accusing 80% of the userbase of being drug addicts.

because you know for a fact that two or three current/former users played in the snow, now 80% of us are all coke heads.

...you work for the department of transportation? or DOT foods?

how presumptuous. and wrong.

this thread is going places too, i tells ya. PLACES. back on topic kids. i used to wear lanyards at some of the band's shows, if the headliners were important enough to require that kind of access. always got new ones for each show too. i have a pile of them in a long-forgotten box somewhere in my basement. other than that, never had to wear the same one daily for work purposes.

drinking straws are extruded in tube form. so if you think about it, the millions of straws made on one extruder all share the same hole. which is oddly different than how half the metro atl felons have shared fuggs' hole.

what level is your daughter?

november '03. 15 years in november. holy fuckballs.

as a person with a down syndrome family member, i have to object to this. it should be PHOENIX DOWN-syndrome. get that extra S the fuck outta here.

the illinois department of employment security you idiots really expect me to pay an unemployment claim to a person who has never worked for me, and who i've never even fucking met? oh, if the claim was filed in error, it's MY responsibility to protest the claim by providing supporting documentation of non-employment? and just how do you propose i prove someone didn't work for me, huh? you're the fucking department of employment security. you have my company's employee records already, because i send them to you four times a god damned year! i guess it makes sense though. i just got a payment issue fixed, that i've been fighting since march with this same fucking group of idiots. my quarterly UI payment was applied to the wrong quarter. when i figured out why i was getting late payment notices (july), i called them and informed them i had a credit on 16Q4 for the amount due on 17Q1 so they needed to apply the credit to the correct quarter. "oh, we can't do that. you have to file an appeal to review payment status." so i filed the appeal, including sending them payment records and copies of my statements and several other pieces of paper. and they fucking denied the appeal because i "didn't provide adequate supporting documents" (even though i sent them exactly what i was told to send them). by time i got it figured out in december, i was ready to quit the fuckers altogether. so i'm gonna fax this protest off in the morning, and i had better not fucking hear back about any problems with my paperwork or i'm ..... gonna bitch and moan and re-file the shit again. god damn i hate this state.

i'm a fan of nathan's, but i don't usually eat any hot dogs because no one else in my house likes them. love me some beer brats though. old feller in my hometown is a local legend for his deli-made beer brats. whenever we go north to visit, we hit up pat's country store for a couple dozen brats, and we run up to wisconsin for fresh shullsburg cheese and a case of new glarus beer. lovely traditions.

casey's taco pizza

i guess it depends on what he's wearing too. dark fabrics? also avoid using hot water.

probably shouldn't mix with bleach.

*may contain white bitch essence

i live very close to hannibal mo, so we get a lot of twain around here. mark twain brewery is prob my favorite of it all.

"facts are stubborn, but statistics are more pliable." - samuel fucking clemens

i wonder if making up stats is considered an untreated mental disorder. but then it wouldn't just be 60%. more like 140% probably.

has that raccoon already been tranqued? he's a fuckin' MADMAN.

keep holding on. before you know it, those sex robots will have customizable faces and motor skill functions, and your partner will be able to link up to it over the internet (and you to theirs), and you can do all the regular ugly stuff with them that you'd do if you were in the same bed. and when you're done, you just unplug and they can cuddle with your avatar.

i'd probably slap him on the ass and see where the night takes us.

i used to be myspace (lol) friends with one of them back in the day. quinne maybe? dunno, that was like 2005ish. i didn't realize they were still around.