Drive fast, live hard, no regrets... Sorry Penske

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by pony_trekker
The porno site I rely on for most of my soft core, porno (which wouldn't even be porno in Europe) hasn't updated its site today.

Rats.

www.voyeurweb.com?

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by taxwonk
Where anybody who cares can deal with it. Nobody here wants to be bothered.

STP.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by taxwonk
Seriously. This is not schtick.

Whiff.

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by pony_trekker
My grandfather was an artist who frequently drew and sculpted nudes. He had a photo book around that was all nude women from the 1940s and 1950s. They were all done up with that old hair style and were typically oiled up with incredible bodies.

Got a lot of mileage out of that one.

Stay away from my grandma.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
As is my quarry.

I must say, I am relieved to know that there is authority for the notion that all that's required as repayment for moving assistance is beer.

And to know that I can be up to 100 minutes late.

You're pregnant. The Quarry must wait forever, if that's what it takes. Once the Big Enchilada pops, though, you're back to your standard time frame.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by Penske_Account
I always admired your proposed theatrical parody of the board.

It was my most inspired work. PLF 2001 would have been proud.

Also, I miss the dainty petunia, her time here was too short. [sniff]

<Sniff>

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The day always starts shitty on the train, where I'm faced with decrepit, sagging, stained, wrinkled, rotted, festering, cancered, crippled, beaten, dejected reminders of the shit highway we all face...

How's that?

But it gets better...

I usually feel better once society is removed from my view. I can sit behind my computer, take calls from jackasses and read about what The Prince has fucked up this week. Occasionally, a whole lotta people die somewhere, and it forces my gaze from The Shit. Yes, in a twisted way, reading about a tragedy is an escape... beats bickering with dickheads, no?

But I take my check, hop back on the train and, do it again. Repetition. Boredom. Drudge work for the money... the modern condition... No way to fight it. I like to eat well. Gas is pricey.

I should have died of that blow induced heart attack I had senior year... I looked out over the ocean and thought, "Fuck, this will be a terrible end..." No. No it wouldn't have been... But what the fuck did I know? I was just another asshole kid who never thought "work" would ever really happen to me... Whatever. Who am I kidding? It was a panic attack... I wasn't dying. God had way more punishment in mind for me...

A bullet in the head? I'd love one every now and again. But I don't have the guts. Now, if I could hire someone to take me out at a time when I wasn't expecting it... when I got too old... I might not mind that. Anything to stop this maddeningly dull life.

Dropped with one slug from a high powered rifle I never saw coming - my brains all over a pack of worthless slugs around me trudging from the train.

That I could hack. Just gimme five more years to try to do it myself with liquor.

Sebastiani, I love you to death and you are perhaps my favorite poster, besides Penske (2!) but I gotta say, this disaffected, HST-lite schtick is getting a little weary. I mean, by all accounts, you lived a blessed life.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I have an LL.B.

But you're a furriner.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
On another note, is anyone watching Rome? I quite like it.

I'm watching it and enjoying it as well. It's kind of like what I imagine this place would be like if we all lived in the same city and could live up to all our bullshit.

The History Channel is also running several shows on Rome and apparently, the series isn't all that far off base.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Penske_Account
STP.

Have I ever done that?

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
I am fed up with your actions on the PB. If it matters. Which I assume it doesn't. Unless you are still holding out hope that someday I will again acknowledge your former crush.

I, like RT, am more willing to stop reading the PB than I am to continue scrolling through your highlighted, italicized idiocy. Maybe someone will let me know if and when you ever cut it.

OH, please tell me you aren't Nut, case sensitive

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Sebastiani, I love you to death and you are perhaps my favorite poster, besides Penske (2!)

right on!

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
The more I look around, the more I see your wisdom.

Its about time to get off Treadmill Island.

Your wife aint gonna be able to afford any more "work" if she defects from Treadmill Island. THats what happens when you get married. YOu lose the decision making ability to free yourself. I predict you will be promote to the Consul of Treadmill Island withing three years, get a gig as the Ambassador to the GReat Traintaking Douchebag Isles and be financing a kid and a half.

Well dreamt, dreamer.

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Translation: I don't care that you are fed up, or that anyone else is fed up.

Alternative translation: I secretly crave the disgust and loathing of the board denizens.

THese are TWEotTGE

Originally posted by NotFromHere
And finally, congratulations go out to Lance Armstrong, 33, and Sheryl Crow, 43, who have announced their intention to make things legal. The seven-time Tour de France champ popped the question to the "All I Wanna Do" singer last Wednesday during a mountain-biking vacation in Sun Valley, Idaho, according to the cyclist's Web site. The couple, who met two years ago, will likely tie the knot in the spring. This will be the first trip to the altar for Crow and the second for Armstrong, who has three children with his ex-wife, Kristen.

OK I learned this like four days ago even though I havent had the time to read any gossip sites or watch any tv. Its time for you to hang it up.