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adderall dance party underway!!! SDFIONSFDNSDFOINSFOIhjolwaenoawen()*WHF those hwo care to make with me the love of the potatoes in the idaho with the joe and his tomATO...you lemme know. we'll be here all night, folks. bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!AW |
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Adderall as in the drug? |
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no no. what? yeah of couse. what else would i be talking about? this shit is mega fucking lame. but it's good fun eveyronce in awhile, too, i think. i can type and type ang type like a madman about nothing in particular. and i think i can keep up with the thougths as they come for th emost part., sacrific eht spelling for the goodness of the rest of eveyrhting. they taste like vitamins until like 4 and then you wanna vomit. it's awful. thank god we have water. |
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that's interesting. I was prescribed to take it. All it did was make me depressed. |
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i can talk about sacks fulla doorknobs. and the trajectory at which the common denominator of the erciprol multiplied by the blah blah blah meets with the angle of my butthole to the moon. divided by the circumferance of my nipple. and play chesss. with old men. four games. |
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my friends with a.d.d. would not take any for a week and then take them all at once i want to do that and make some music |
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i tried to make music. it backfired. and i can't concetrate on anyting right now. i jsut keep typing and typ0ing and then i'll get up and dance and my lack of punctuation is bothering me, but when i start talking out loud to myself this is what it sounds like and without any pause ofr anything. it's bad. and good. and with love and the hate and the submarines and the airplanes. if only the roads were dry. i'd go drive. or maybe i could anyways. |
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no. i love YOU more. |
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everybody posts in peoples "I'M SDFRUNK!!!" threads. but nobody wants to participate in my kind of fun. not that it's even that mcuh fun. it's just happening. here. now. what? nothingineversaidanythign. i'm even runnign out of lines. that's bad. and the pausing keeps getting more and more regular. we doesn't like that. where's that slut sylvia with all her little friends? they know what could be done to correct a situation most ...er. one that's getting less and less desirable. we need action, dammit. piles of luscious snow peas. and action. |
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well. okay. i'll just keep going here with myself. since i'm the only one interested. not that i can BLAHME you guys, but hey. a man's gotta keep busy. or something. sure you'll say there's a number of other, better, more interesting things i could be doing, but i'm too lazy. which is really funny, because i'm all geared up for anyting and eveything because "speed" is empowering like that. makes you bzzzzt and grarg! and hoosha-kaka all in one go. like having neopolitan ice cream with fudge and caramel and a piece of cake on the side. or something. nevermind the bollocks, here's ambsace. and if i had a nickel to give to each and every one of you for having a face and two arms and two legs, i wonder how many nickels i wouldn't be giving out because one of you was missing something from that list...or something. |
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hey, justin, you're not on SPEED or anything, are you |
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this is where the house falls on my sister and you steal the goddamn shoes and i melt and then you actually get up the nerve to go and fucking sing in celebration! ...jesus christ. |
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you should write a nonsensical-novel.. |
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and then i should make cookies. and hand them out to all the little kids in the neighborhood after school on monday. because hey...EVERYbody could use a cookie on mondays. |
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yes.. but instead of putting sugar in the cookies, replace it with baking-soda flavored toothpaste. .. gives 'em just the right tangy zing/zip. |
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well. time to wrap things up, methinks. you all missed out on heaping piles of nothing. maybe someday when i'm really rich and drunk i'll get a webcam and dance naked for the internet. it'll be like throwing mini-carrots at that annoying ugly girl on the other side of the cafeteria. why'd mom pack these things anyways? |
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there should be a novel based on The Moonwalker... oh wait, there's already a movie based on that. |
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holy sweet creeping jesus i thought i could sleep. boy was i wrong. and i have to go to work in two hours. sigh. today's gonna suck. |
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Ah ha ha ha ha ha! *looks at avatar* *looks at last 3 posts* Oh good, someone filled my xltronic niche. Now I'm not needed here anymore, thank god. (downloads picture of man on toilet with lots of newspapers and stalin brothers) |
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C'est le nouveau style , dixit les beastie boys. We gonna fight for your right to party !!! |
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oooooh yooooooou. if you were a beautiful asian girl who loved nerdy little white guys, i'd buy you a plane ticket to calgary, baby. then i'd probalby tie you up and defecate all over you and take pictures of me licking your elbows and stuff. because hey. that's the kindof stuff that happens when dealing with the internet. |
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