I still bust up laughing when I read this shit. I was out of my MOTHAFUCKIN mind. You just cant make this shit up. Here's what happened to me after zoklet.
Originally posted by Grylls
Seriously? Won’t that just fuck up my credit score? I don’t want bailiffs round
Of course it will. But if your credit card debt is unsecured (which it is) you won't have a problem.
When I got cancer I stopped giving a fuck, I maxed out my cards and never paid, blew right through toll bridges and had court judgements and everything. I didn't own anything besides my XBox, so what could they do? By now it's all long since gone, and the whole thing hasn't affected me at all. I have a nice job in a big bank and I never gave a fuck.
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Outside a student loan I've never been in debt in my life.
Not sure if I'll get a mortgage one day though. I'm too pessimistic, there's no area in the world I can look at and think to myself "this place is totally going to be fine in 10-30 years".
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Meh, you're the one going on political rants in a lolcat thread. Sounds like typical commie shit. I'm over this topic and bouncing. Hopefully OMG gets back soon to get this longest thread back on track.
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Originally posted by WE SMOOTH
i’m too drunk to read back but OMG covid 19 is wild. i took shrooms the other night and after the peak i started reading articles about it then my vision literally went black like i was dying lol that had me shook.
I’m going to be travelling next week for work lol hope i don’t spread shit around or get it spread to me.
this was 9 weeks ago and i was in the ATL sanitizing after touching every single surface now im touching shit with no abandon and going straight to my face with it and more worried about a race war/dictatorship scenario than fake ass covid.
i never would have guessed in a million years.
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I did it once and I re-dyed it like 3 times that day. I forget what stupid crime I had commited but I came up with this great idea to dye my hair black and look super cool. I dyed it and when I looked in the mirror 90% of my hair was black but there was a big retarded spot of my hair that happened to be righ on the back of my head that just wouldn't take the hair dye. I re-dyed it and re-dyed it again but ended up having to just walk around for a couple months with a really stupid hair due. Back then I wore a red bandana around my head and drove around barefoot a lot.
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We were close when I was younger. Last time I saw him I stole his credit card and took a greyhound out here to Cali and started this whole craziness I've been living since Jan 2014.
He had a trauma that left him with a PTSD type mental illness. I stopped talking to him for a while, talked to him again, stopped talking to him, etc. My sister basically stopped talking to him all together. He was a good guy, but he couldn't get a handle on his alcoholism and it eventually took his health from him. Over the last few years he basically was living off this lady in a pretty unhealthy lifestyle. Gained over 200 pounds, became diabetic... borderline serrosis... I knew he was slowly dying, his father died a little younger than him.
I dont know, I guess I'm good. I dont really feel one way or the other about it. I kind of let a lot of my attachment to him go emotionally over the years because I lost respect for him. He used to be so capable and intelligent when he wasn't drinking. He would have periods of sobriety and then blow everything on a long binge. Took me with him most of the time, and I just wanted to get high to begin with so I never really complained.
I've smoked weed with my dad, did ecstasy, smoked crack... drank obscene amounts of liquor. We talked about love, life, philosophy, music... spirituality... everything really. He was kind of my best friend at one point, and I think it was around then I stopped seeing him so much as a father figure.
He was in essence, potential unrealized. He gave up at some point, and to me that's the same thing as dying. Either way, he was my dad. It may sound fucked up but I am a little fucked up so I guess it only makes sense. I think he needed to die so that I can start growing. Time is strange, all these subjective events happening around a central energy I'm starting to recognize and follow.
My higher self would say, "So? Keep moving forward."
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Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood
fuck you enjoy not being at 69 pages bitch
Fuck OMG, let's mutiny this shit into a successful thread--one that meets deadlines, one that has the 69 Sundays HE FUCKING PROMISED US, one that's not ONLY the longest, but also the GIRTHIEST. OMG may have laid some decent groundwork, but me and you, buddy, we're ushering in a golden age of obscenely long internet forum discussions.
Or at the very least, let's make a lot of noise about hijacking his shit then get bored and bail somewhere halfway through page 68, and then never let anyone forget how we turned this shitshow around and they should all be thanking us for quality we never provided.
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Originally posted by CASPER
i wonder if you bought a goose call and made a coat of spare feathers if you could domesticate and become beta of the flock
lol...i dont need a goose call. With practice, I learned how to replicate their honk. thhe Parents leave their goslings with me, and graze nearby. I feed all the geese, and some eat out of my hand. i have named each one, and talk in a sweet baby voice. I'm already the beta. Even when the flock leaves, some will stay by me. I love them all so much. They will squabble with each other over food, but always respect me. they never get aggressive with me, but i also respect their personal space.I'm proud to be a part of the gaggle. I'm collecting goose feathers and constructing a headress.
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