Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by nbachris2788, Jan 12, 2005.
Okay, fine, where do you live? I'll see you there at four pm.
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Fuck off. I mean, really. Cats don't have emotions. They have a pre-set protocol by which they act. They are superior to humans. Fuck humans (I do this often), but cats rule because they fuck you.
Louisville, KY. But really, it's known as Fairdale, Kentucky. I live off of a road called Old New Cut (Yeah, I know, ha-ha) which is an exit on the Gene Snyder Freeway.
Of course, I could always come and see you.
That makes sense.
Cats have emotions, they just don't display them to lowly humans that aren't worth of such an open display.
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Lies! Cats have no emotions. They’re like a Russian winter, cold and heartless. Cats only do what is necessary. They won't love you until they need attention or food. You are fucked. Cats are superior.
You're both wrong. Cats have emotions, but they are in control of their emotions. They are not recognizable human emotions.
Pangolins are superiour.
Since you are my future wife, I will agree with you. I will kill for you too, but only for really good sex.
I like cheese.
I am emailing you a list of people I want dead.
I like cheese too. We should go out for cheese sometime/
Consider them dead.
Can people go out for cheese? I never met anyone who would go out for cheese.
Of course people can go out for cheese. If people can go out for shared body piercings and belly-button lint dying, and people can go out for Ethiopian food and tamales. then they can go out for cheese.
When did Ethiopians get food? I don't remember that happening...
But yes, I'd love to out for cheese. My last name is always associated with cheese and then I tell people how much I love cheese, and... Damn, that's just cheesy.
They don't get food. They come here adn make food.
My last name is associated with pickled herring. The Vikings sailed to American in 980 ad and set up a herring restaurant in Nova Scotia, that's how my family came to America.
Good. I don't like black people from Africa.
My family came over on a boat full of Irish (Because they were Irish). But who cares? I am me and not my past. But the scotch would disagree.
Is the wedding taking place in a church or what? Because my family would hate me if it took place anywhere else.
I was thinking maybe the dumpster behind Dennys?
But a church is cool.
I'm okay with a dumpster, but... a church would be okay. My family would pay for most of it, we'd have an open bar, and we'd get free food.
We can stand around, get married, and pretend like we believe in God (Which would piss him off beyond belief).
If your family pays, that's cool. Mine might show up high on crank, but they know how to really get a party going.
I'm off to bed. Goodnight/
Oh yes. I must pass out too. Goodnight, sweet Xev. Goodnight.
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