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Freshmen are pricks, I know I was.
My best friend once hypothesized that the best people in the world tend to be the worst people in the world from the ages of 13-15, give or take. I think he's right. It's the age where your cognitive ability starts way outstripping your maturity, with disastrous effects. Some people never catch up.
Buttdongs
My best friend once hypothesized that the best people in the world tend to be the worst people in the world from the ages of 13-15, give or take. I think he's right. It's the age where your cognitive ability starts way outstripping your maturity, with disastrous effects. Some people never catch up.
Buttdongs
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Freshmen are pricks, I know I was.
My best friend once hypothesized that the best people in the world tend to be the worst people in the world from the ages of 13-15, give or take. I think he's right. It's the age where your cognitive ability starts way outstripping your maturity, with disastrous effects. Some people never catch up.
Buttdongs
KUNT KUNT KUNT KUNT KUNT
Well well, mister fancy-pants, I hope you're wearing your matching sweater today, or you'll be cut down like the ugly tree you are.
(Exit Fate is one of my favorite games.)
(Exit Fate is one of my favorite games.)
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"A woman's heart must be so lost in God that a man must find him before he can find her."
Um, huh?
Um, huh?
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it bothered me to see it unfinished.
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"A woman's heart must be so lost in God that a man must find him before he can find her."
this is relevant to my life- i have a date coming up with a fine-as-hell young, naive, VERY christian girl. i don't actually remember just HOW young she is, this could get interesting. eep.
Life is like an RPG..
But without all the swords and magic spells and all the fine looking girls, and the funny/awesome clothing and armor, and giant monsters and dragons and flying castles and hiden ultimate weapons (created millions f years ago) that could destroy the universe and treasure boxes lying around and open houses where you can get in and the owner don't kick you out he simply mention something from his past so you are free to walk around and large wooden ships flying and hot female pirates and all the complicated attributes and skills and honor and respect and love and excitemente....
Yeah life is pretty much an RPG....
But without all the swords and magic spells and all the fine looking girls, and the funny/awesome clothing and armor, and giant monsters and dragons and flying castles and hiden ultimate weapons (created millions f years ago) that could destroy the universe and treasure boxes lying around and open houses where you can get in and the owner don't kick you out he simply mention something from his past so you are free to walk around and large wooden ships flying and hot female pirates and all the complicated attributes and skills and honor and respect and love and excitemente....
Yeah life is pretty much an RPG....
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Story time!!!!!!!!!
One night about 2 weeks ago a friend was driving us back to his place after we had successfully purchased some alcohol about 5 minutes before 2AM (when stores in Florida stop selling it). As I was standing there, waiting for him to painstakingly put the cover on his Firebird Formula, another car pulls up and takes a spot on the opposite lane of the small lot we're in. A slightly intoxicated looking couple about our age gets out; the girl looks to be doing some exotic Latin variant of the pee pee dance. He says "go over there" and she goes not nearly far enough into the bushes to be hidden, fully illuminated by their car's headlights. I avert my eyes and instead look at the dude, who is silently watching his companion. He notices us and decides this is a great opportunity to strike up some kind of conversation. "Is that a Hemi?" he asks my friend, probably just to make distracting small talk because that's a question that you would ask if you don't know much about Firebirds. This goes on for a few minutes. This whole time I am thinking "this girl can't possibly be pissing right in front of us, there's no way, there's a public restroom right next to where they parked, it's too weird." The girl walks back into my view pulling at her skirt and for a moment I think my fears are confirmed. I found out how wrong I was when she not-quietly-enough asks her voyeur "should I bury it?" At this point I lose it and start laughing uncontrollably. "So is that you guys' thing or what?" I ask, but I get no reply. They hurriedly get back in their car, knock over a chain post backing up, and speed off. My friend was just standing there dumbfounded.
Tampa.
One night about 2 weeks ago a friend was driving us back to his place after we had successfully purchased some alcohol about 5 minutes before 2AM (when stores in Florida stop selling it). As I was standing there, waiting for him to painstakingly put the cover on his Firebird Formula, another car pulls up and takes a spot on the opposite lane of the small lot we're in. A slightly intoxicated looking couple about our age gets out; the girl looks to be doing some exotic Latin variant of the pee pee dance. He says "go over there" and she goes not nearly far enough into the bushes to be hidden, fully illuminated by their car's headlights. I avert my eyes and instead look at the dude, who is silently watching his companion. He notices us and decides this is a great opportunity to strike up some kind of conversation. "Is that a Hemi?" he asks my friend, probably just to make distracting small talk because that's a question that you would ask if you don't know much about Firebirds. This goes on for a few minutes. This whole time I am thinking "this girl can't possibly be pissing right in front of us, there's no way, there's a public restroom right next to where they parked, it's too weird." The girl walks back into my view pulling at her skirt and for a moment I think my fears are confirmed. I found out how wrong I was when she not-quietly-enough asks her voyeur "should I bury it?" At this point I lose it and start laughing uncontrollably. "So is that you guys' thing or what?" I ask, but I get no reply. They hurriedly get back in their car, knock over a chain post backing up, and speed off. My friend was just standing there dumbfounded.
Tampa.
