Imagine if you got a huge ass printer like they use for blueprints and you got giant sticker paper to put in it and literally it was a bunch of humongous barcodes so big there gun couldn't even understand it and you wrap all your groceries in a giant sticky barcode like a satchelbag and it ents up being free because no one ever.dod that before
Absolute legend of they try to stop you just wrap them up in a giant barcode and grab her by the pussy and run her thru the check out machine ring her up as potatoes = hotsex that ass is yours now buddy
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bro they turned on saved by the bell reruns while he was at the bar on christmas eve with his girlfriend, the whole fuckin town is there, and everytime screech would say something on the TV he'd have a bunch of drunks repeating what he said, and reenacting the jokes/scenes in front of him, then they started hitting on his girlfriend, and the whole bar is just egging this on over at Grand Ave which is normally a pretty relaxed middle aged people bar. But I guess they just kept ROASTING this nigga and Casey went out to smoke a cigarette (he had been oen of the people fucking with him earlier) and Dustin and his date having had enough decide to close their tab and leave, well when everyone realizes that the primary entertainment is leaving, they really start fuckin with him oncce last time.
At this point he's trying to get to the exit and as he's approaching the door, casey is coming back in from smoking, he says something slick to screech, and screech didn't realize he swas just outside smoking, he thought he was barring him from leaving the establishment, so he pulled out his knife and arced it across Casey Carpin's belly.
Because screech is a jedi and has a jedi lawyer, they argued that casey carpin not immediately moving was him preventing Dustin Diamond from leaving, so Screech was charged only with possession of a concealed weapon and casey didn't get any money.
That's the climax story, there's also when I worked at taco bell for a month he asked for more hot sauce so I whipped a handful of them into his face and yelled SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH as loud as I could.
He never tips the pizza guys so they told me they were feeding him crushed up glass and anything nasty they could find and hide in the pizza, cuz he always calls to complain, doesn't tip, makes complicated ass orders, and if they're supposed to be there in 20 he tries to call them back in ten minutes and asks them to prioritize orders and shit, he does this to all the fast food places, but the pizza places he's the worst with and my customers that worked there and knew I hated him told me how they used to fuck with his food.
We egged his house a bunch, one time we went to do it in winter after school, and my friend had left the eggs outside behind the school, so they froze, we didn't care and broke a couple of his windows with frozen eggs on a dark weekday night in January for fun.
one of my old customer's older brother got a battery charge and waived into adult court cuz at 17 he saw screech and just ran up to him and slapped the shit out of him like eight or nine times on a dare.
ya that's all that's worth saying
He hated the name screech (Until he needed to sell t shirts to save his house after spending all of his money on cocaine in the late early 2000s) so we'd always call him screech and he'd say "My name is dustin diamond" and we'd be like "ok screech"
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Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson
I have reasons for not giving the name out sorry…btw I was cleaning an old hard drive out the other day and found those photos of rxbaby from DH I told you about you wanted to see…would you like me to post them?
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I had lots of fisticuffs up until about the age of 23/25..mostly from little fellas in the pub getting drunk and then trying it on with the biggest dude in the pub (who at 6' 207" was usually me). I'd kick there ass and send them on their way and then return to my slightly less chilled beer.
The Britannia pub in my hometown has (or had I think it's closed down now) a little brass plaque below one of the windows saying "donated by xxxx 1991" which the landlord put there after I paid for a new window after throwing someone through it...he barred me and wouldn't reinstate me until I paid for the window..which wasn't cheap as it was a fancy multi-pane window...so it was like a 3 month ban till got the money to him.
THE GOOD OL DAYS.
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Originally posted by mmQ
My home is like I feel so uncreative here. When I go out anywhere I instantly feel different like a different person. At my place lately, it's like it's a creative trap. It's actually pretty intriguing how just the atmosphere I'm around can change my brain chemistry to such a degree.
i think vinny's right. you need to change the layout or even the purpose of rooms to change the daylight you experience.
I have a dream that's recurred a few times, it's just a place, a stone wall that's too high to see over on an otherwise empty street. it seems quite dark or at least shady. I love the feeling of that place, because I don't know what's over the wall. It's a visual representation of hope and optimism.
Some actual places can give me the same optimistic feeling.
Also, what home is not improved by the addition of a cat?
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Nice iwent to bar last night and left my card hopefully it's still there I'm getting out of bed now and gonna go to the Panera bread company and see what they're working with
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