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There was a song being spun very early on in the evening. Around 1 a.m. JP threw on an interesting song with a serious beat; the song had what sounded like the tune from the HBO series "6 feet under" in it. Was this a mix with the 6 ft. under sample in it, or is it an actual song? If it is a song, does anyone know what the name of this song is?

No. Any girl over the 135 lbs. mark is a bit much, even for a blowjob. Obesity is disgusting, and I can't get past the shittiness of it, even if I am only receiving head. Fat swamp neck is also a definite minus, as well as dick breath. Fuck fat women.

I got there very early (midnight) and it was empty. It started getting crowded around 2:45 or 3:00. I wanted to stay but I felt sleepy around 4, so I left. I was already tanked up early on in the evening. I don't have the energy for very late night activity anymore. I usually get started early and finish early. I should have stayed. The party looked like it was taking off as beautifully as it always does when I go. I am sure it was a beautiful night.

Rick, Try your father's identification. It just might work. Fake Id's are illegal. We're not in the business of promoting such illegalities on this board. You need a little cocaine, heroin, or base? Ok. But not Fake id's. God help us all when we start getting into such a dirty business.

Don't bother with the fake identification. Pick up a few bottles of liquor and a case of beer, gather your friends, and head over to your basement. Enjoy the festives down there while cranking some decent house music. You might want to consider watching a good movie as well, preferably something by Alfred Hitchcock. You'll be 21 soon enough.

I've always been a fan of Etonics back in the last 80's / early 90's. I would sport them to no end.

I was home last night as well. I had two forties of Budweiser and watched Alfred Hitchcock's "Strangers on a Train," which is a superb film. I fell out around 11 or so.

I don't find that offensive at all.

I've been driving a 1988 Nissan Maxima for the past few years now, and the old beauty has lasted through some rough times (Thank God). I won't be getting a new car for a while, since I am broke as fuck. I don't even know how much money I've spent fixing various things on my car. I just recently found out that there is a leak in the fuel injection. What is a ghetto ass like me going to do? Well, luckily I just found out that there was a recall by Nissan for that piece on that year, so I scheduled to take it in and get fixed. If you saw the body of my car you would wonder why the hell I am still driving it; my car is filthy, banged-the-fuck-up, and overall, shot to shit. But I still drive it everywhere. I do need to get a new car, badly. But until I get my life together (financially speaking), I will be pushing this gem. God, I need some fucking money.

What do you call an 8 oz. Ethiopian? Lucky When you look at a barcode on any product, what are you actually seeing? A Bunch of Ethiopians standing in line for dinner. How many Ethiopians can you fit in a bathtub? As many as you want; they keep slipping down the drain. What's dark and has cobwebs? An Ethiopian's asshole.

I had a much greater time than I would have expected at Vanderbilt last evening. Not too packed, but still a very pleasing turnout. A very healthy, fun vibe all night which I haven't felt in a long time. It reminded me of a very nice sweet 16 party for some reason. Beautiful night.

LikMyLipz, Those beautiful lips look more than cock-worthy.

Perhaps he didn't get hard. Or maybe this was the loss of his virginity, and he grew a bit self conscious or nervous at the last moment. Perhaps he grew uncomfortable? Perhaps he hasn't been sexually active for a while, and his rendezvous with you had him a bit nervous? Or perhaps he had alot on his mind afterall. Call him and talk to him. He seems like a nice individual, and perhaps a phone call would ease any possible tensions.

Princesslolita seems sweet enough. More importantly, I wouldn't mind fucking her up the asshole. Without a condom.

"Fucking Stupid Ass No ID Bullshit." They should put that on the flyer for the venue.

Last semester in the Spring. I am taking: Elizabethan and Jacobean Drama Advanced Expository Prose John Milton: The Transposition of Canon Law History: Greece 1800's to present Philosophy of Technology and Environmental ethics

Interesting name for a guestlist.

The new saturday evening parties at Exit are absolutely beautiful. I have not been to a party this great on a saturday night since Juniorverse. I hope it doesn't get fucked up.

Actually, it is hardly the fault of Wall street security. When you have a crowd that is literally jam packed (as it was the night of that particular fight) and a fight breaks out all of a sudden within such commotion, security is not always able to reach the victim of the beating before he receives a kick to the head or punch to the face. Security does their job, but they can not cover every quibble within a crowd. Yes, fights do happen unexpectedly, and this is exactly why it isn't security's fault. It is their fault if they allow the beating to go on without doing anything about it. The speed with which this fight took place was very quick, and security did get their as quick as they could, considering where they were in relation to the scuffle. They were wrong for allowing the aggressor to get away, however. The statement "the kid should have expected it" is still an idiotic one, and it really makes no sense. Regardless of security, or any lapses thereof, no one "expects" such a severe ass beating. Not difficult at all to understand.

There's nothing about the statement that is too difficult to understand. One hardly expects another individual in a club to kick him the head while he is on the floor, therefore the statement that implies that one does is idiotic. Regardless of hard looks, shit talking, or whatever the half assed reason for the fight was, the kid didn't deserve to receive a foot to his head. I could understand if the kid had done something heinous or unforgivable to the bigger individual, but this was not the case. And in a nightclub, the majority of the time, it hardly ever is the case.

Possibly. Or perhaps you're just a dumb bitch. Life is full of possibilities. Good luck trying to figure them out.

Band Camp. Interesting name for a song. Does it have the sample of the girl from American Pie? Only Draper. I can't have any real respect for a dj who uses the vocals to "Follow Me" and places them over a tasteless, worthless, foot stomping, bullshit, undancable, hard beat. Even more interesting is the audacity to label it a new song called "Children." Fucking Pattycake Dj.

Silent Night, Deadly Night parts I and II. Classic cult horror films about a young boy at a Catholic school who is plagued by one of the sisters (whom he calls "mother superior"). After catching him fornicating with one of the young Catholic girls, Mother Superior beat him repeatedly with a stick. Apparently the treatment he received at the hands of Mother Superior deeply affected him, and he becomes a Santa Claus Killer. Part II is just about his younger brother (who witnessed much of the treatment he received as a young child) assuming the Santa Claus killer role. Good Holiday movie. I remember watching it when I was 11 with my older brother on Christmas Eve.