scoobdog

Defibrillator

Quick question.... Does that Trent feel you from the inside? Or does that Trent wistfully muse about one last sunset?

The visuals really make this thread.

Spiders don't bother me all that much. If I feel one crawling on me it's no big deal. I have to wonder about the intellectual maturity of someone that gets off on manipulating creatures in the wild as if they're a wannabe naturalist.

Sounds incredibly complicated.

So, what's the last one?

Do what I usually do. Be an ass.

Like Sawdy, the only calls I get are from clients. Thankfully, they aren't long winded to that extreme, but there are still a few people that don't know when to shut up. The worst of them like to repeat shit overt and over like I didn't hear them literally thirty seconds prior. It's almost a nervous tick.

that wired

ha you looser bcket

ok you say "hello I like coffee you like guys I suck" and she say cool.

That's heaven to those two.

Wut? He's sharing stories about slutty high school teachers with Westapark in heaven?

Of course. His intention was to rattle the only guy that actually tolerates his miserable bloated ass just to distract how impotent he is. Anyway, this thread is the green light on the christmas tree. Fuck that fat piece of shit.

It's fun watching simple people slowly come to the most horrific realization in their inconsequential lives.

He's at his desk, in the corner. It's not a very ornate desk. There's a picture of his mom and dad. Next to that is a stack of invoices. A few cubicles down, someone's laugh booms in a few short, emphatic bursts. Zeni doesn't seem to mind. The monotony isn't crushing as he expected. It's more casual boredom. He thinks to himself... "This isn't so bad." He presses the palm of his hand into the desk until his fingers are still.

You know, I wonder if being nice really will bring more people here. As often as I've heard that argument, I can probably count on my hand the times I've seen a newcomer that had something interesting to say or wanted to have a serious discussion.

When it comes to you, we don't have any expectations. Somehow, you still disappoint.

That shit is still going to give you a heart attack.

One of these days, I'd love to call in to Fuggs' work and see if I can stump her with simple logical exercises.

C'mon, man. The effort alone is pure joy.

Awww. I totally didn't mean to mess with your fun, brah. Also, that's not what he said.

So, how do you know Roger meant "aka not white enough" to be Bond?

Because you asked what black man could be "English, English" enough to be Bond, dipshit.

Is Idris Elba the only black actor in the UK?