timetraveler69

Yeah, it sux0rs. He ain't L337..

Rent the movie "Mallrats" to find out.

Yo if you never done it before.. do some research on what you're going to experience.. make sure you're in an environment and around people you will feel comfortable with. also don't expect to get to sleep anytime soon after dropping..

You forgot me on your list! I would love to give you a stink palm..

Sloooooow down.... Why do you hope that I show up to your meet? I'm anti-social anyway. I am probably going to just stay home and jerk it.

A guy from work and I were hysterical laughing about this for about 5 minutes straight. Its great because the guy wants nothing to do with the girl crap, he doesn't even compromise!! awesome!

obviously the dickhead that wears spandex

I bet you have a fanny pack too! Get lost hammer!!!

Just found it interesting that you did not address me directly, thats all. Forget it.

Funny that you talk about me like I'm not even in the thread.. Guess if I become cool enough, you can address me directly. But anyway, I'm over here now. Yeah, I'm over here with him.

atomicapples, settle down, pal. I said it was a "stupid message board." did that make you want to cry? Because you seemed to take offense to that. Anyway, I said it was a stupid message board, never expressed any discontent with that, so I'm going nowhere, this is too much fun.

80 MPH is fast relatively speaking. Someone doing 80 is going to fly by cars doing the speed limit, who should get out of the way for me. My point is that if I am exceeding the speed limit already, anyone who gives me the brights has some pair of balls.

good word!!

Prof. Miller In-class Assignment for Wednesday True Story Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Here's a prime example offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted). ---------------------------------------------------------------- THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. ----------------------------------------------------------- (second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,....", he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. --------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!" ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels." ---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Asshole. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Bitch. -------------------------------------------------------- ********************************************** (TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one. Only group to get an A

That girl looks like she ran the 100 yard dash in a 90 yard gym..

So I guess I am Idiot 1? That's fine, but where's your wit, Dr. Seuss? All I see you doing is complaining. This is a stupid message board. There should be a disclaimer on the login page, "For Entertainment Purposes Only."

OOH YOU GOT JOKES, HUH, ANGRY MAN? BUT THAT WAS QUITE THE ORIGINAL COMEBACK. KILL YOURSELF.

WAIT A MINUTE, YOU HAVE SEX WITH ANIMALS? I THINK YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ISSUES

I THINK HE MEANS THAT IF HE GETS FUCKED OVER BY HIS GIRL, HE JUST BLEW AN OPPORTUNITY TO SEND IT IN.

BASICALLY ID VS. SUPER-EGO

GENDER: HOMME-O

BUT THATS MY POINT. IF IM DOING 80 MPH, AND SOME HAMMER HAS THE BALLS TO GIVE ME THE BRIGHTS AT THAT SPEED (I CAN UNDERSTAND GIVING SOMEONE THE BRIGHTS IF THEY ARE DOING THE SPEED LIMIT OR BELOW), THEY CAN TONGUE MY STARFISH.

WELL IF YOU'RE EVER BEHIND ME WHILE IM DOING 80 AND YOU WANT ME TO "MOVE THE FUCK OVER", ILL BE SURE TO PURPOSELY SLOW DOWN, AND THEN YOU CAN WAVE TO ME AS I GIVE YOU THE FINGER WHILE YOU PASS ME ON THE RIGHT. LOL

ALRIGHT LETS THINK THIS THROUGH LOGICALLY. IF IM DOING 80 MPH ON ANY TRISTATE AREA HIGHWAY, WHERE THE SPEED LIMIT IS 50-65 MPH TOPS, IM MOST LIKELY PASSING MOST CARS ON THE ROAD. THESE ARE REGULAR HIGHWAYS, NOT THE FUCKIN AUTOBAHN... SO SMARTEN THE FUCK UP AND PASS ME ON THE RIGHT!!

PUNCH OUT MAVERICK!!!! NICE HEAD, DEEK!