[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=red>The Audacity of Charles wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Penguins.
Phosphorescent penguins.[/QUOTE]
Sheer brilliance. Brian will be pleased, but I'm not sure if anyone has invited him yet...
Uhhh, I didn't read page #4 before I posted... This is akward.
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[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Fireplace wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Hmm, I leave for 2 days, come back and my post has taken off - I knew things would pick up on Friday when the kids got out of school and rushed home to their pathetic little QZ lives - so young, so predictable - fucking morons all.[/QUOTE]
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada!
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada!
Ok, talking about dead fathers.. (Now I'm spoiling the fun xD) -I was told, about a year ago (maybe two? I don't even remember...), that my dad would die within the next 3-5 years. Now that's hard for a 14 year old.
And guess what - he actually has an AIDS or cancer related disease. He'll end up like Freddie :-/
Anyways - I have popcorn for the potential mud throwing fight! xD
And guess what - he actually has an AIDS or cancer related disease. He'll end up like Freddie :-/
Anyways - I have popcorn for the potential mud throwing fight! xD
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Rikke wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Ok, talking about dead fathers.. (Now I'm spoiling the fun xD) -I was told, about a year ago (maybe two? I don't even remember...), that my dad would die within the next 3-5 years. Now that's hard for a 14 year old.
And guess what - he actually has an AIDS or cancer related disease. He'll end up like Freddie :-/
Anyways - I have popcorn for the potential mud throwing fight! xD[/QUOTE]
Nothing funny about that Rikke, that DOES take the fun away from a thread like this.
I'm very sorry to hear your father is that ill :-(
Kazegan was referring to a certain whining forum member who is alternately being a troll and a victim, hence the father-jokes.
Both AIDS and cancer patients stand a reasonable chance of surviving these days, and a very important factor is still their own attitude towards their illness. Those who fight may live, those who don't certainly will not.
I wish you and your family lots of strength and hope that you will never give up the fight.
And guess what - he actually has an AIDS or cancer related disease. He'll end up like Freddie :-/
Anyways - I have popcorn for the potential mud throwing fight! xD[/QUOTE]
Nothing funny about that Rikke, that DOES take the fun away from a thread like this.
I'm very sorry to hear your father is that ill :-(
Kazegan was referring to a certain whining forum member who is alternately being a troll and a victim, hence the father-jokes.
Both AIDS and cancer patients stand a reasonable chance of surviving these days, and a very important factor is still their own attitude towards their illness. Those who fight may live, those who don't certainly will not.
I wish you and your family lots of strength and hope that you will never give up the fight.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Fireplace wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Fireplace wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Hmm, I leave for 2 days, come back and my post has taken off - I knew things would pick up on Friday when the kids got out of school and rushed home to their pathetic little QZ lives - so young, so predictable - fucking morons all.[/QUOTE]
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada![/QUOTE]
You ignorant son of a jack-fuck-dick-cock-ass! You belittle my plight! My father's death wasn't the end of my emotional torture. My mother, in her grief, became addicted to Tim Horton's honey crullers, eating an average of 6 dozen per day. She died of congestive heart failure 18 months later at a weight of 1,648lbs!
The townsfolk laughed at us again. Then they said that to save room in the small cemetary, we'd have to cremate her. Little did they realize that setting fire to 1,648lbs of human fat would produce our own version of Chernobyl - the roof of the town's only crematorium was blown into the stratosphere and landed on an orphanage 62 miles away. The bricks in the structure turned to ash, and the burning globules of my mum's fat set fire to the forests around town, our only form of industry.
It took 8 years to rebuild and my last name is still the worst insult one person can hurl at another in the entire district where I grew up...
It was only through Queen's music I was able to survive and move to the big city. And you make fun, you rotten, rotten bastard!
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On a side note, Rikke - go to the local bookstore and get a paperback copy of Fit For Life, A New Beginning, by Harvey Diamond - it offers a holistic approach to defeating cancer and other serious diseases, with many late-stage recovery testimonials - should only cost you $5 or so, but will be well worth the read.
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada![/QUOTE]
You ignorant son of a jack-fuck-dick-cock-ass! You belittle my plight! My father's death wasn't the end of my emotional torture. My mother, in her grief, became addicted to Tim Horton's honey crullers, eating an average of 6 dozen per day. She died of congestive heart failure 18 months later at a weight of 1,648lbs!
The townsfolk laughed at us again. Then they said that to save room in the small cemetary, we'd have to cremate her. Little did they realize that setting fire to 1,648lbs of human fat would produce our own version of Chernobyl - the roof of the town's only crematorium was blown into the stratosphere and landed on an orphanage 62 miles away. The bricks in the structure turned to ash, and the burning globules of my mum's fat set fire to the forests around town, our only form of industry.
It took 8 years to rebuild and my last name is still the worst insult one person can hurl at another in the entire district where I grew up...
It was only through Queen's music I was able to survive and move to the big city. And you make fun, you rotten, rotten bastard!
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On a side note, Rikke - go to the local bookstore and get a paperback copy of Fit For Life, A New Beginning, by Harvey Diamond - it offers a holistic approach to defeating cancer and other serious diseases, with many late-stage recovery testimonials - should only cost you $5 or so, but will be well worth the read.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]fineliving wrote: [/QUOTENAME]i raped a 12yr old girl[/QUOTE]
i am that 12 year old girl
i am that 12 year old girl
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Fireplace wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Fireplace wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]kagezan1313 wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Hmm, I leave for 2 days, come back and my post has taken off - I knew things would pick up on Friday when the kids got out of school and rushed home to their pathetic little QZ lives - so young, so predictable - fucking morons all.[/QUOTE]
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada![/QUOTE]
You ignorant son of a jack-fuck-dick-cock-ass! You belittle my plight! My father's death wasn't the end of my emotional torture. My mother, in her grief, became addicted to Tim Horton's honey crullers, eating an average of 6 dozen per day. She died of congestive heart failure 18 months later at a weight of 1,648lbs!
The townsfolk laughed at us again. Then they said that to save room in the small cemetary, we'd have to cremate her. Little did they realize that setting fire to 1,648lbs of human fat would produce our own version of Chernobyl - the roof of the town's only crematorium was blown into the stratosphere and landed on an orphanage 62 miles away. The bricks in the structure turned to ash, and the burning globules of my mum's fat set fire to the forests around town, our only form of industry.
It took 8 years to rebuild and my last name is still the worst insult one person can hurl at another in the entire district where I grew up...
It was only through Queen's music I was able to survive and move to the big city. And you make fun, you rotten, rotten bastard!
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I tip my hat and bow to the master. How could I have known your mother's addiction to Tim Horton's honey crullers was responsible for what they still call "The Big Bang" here in Europe?
That does it, you pitiable retard. There is no excuse for that pathetic taunt, not even being Canadian. You're just pissed off 'cause you want to become the next star on the Stars 'n' Stripes and they won't have you. You brain is made of maple syrup and that leaf on your miserable excuse for a flag is weed. Go jump in your bobsled, make like a tree and leave. Hoser![/QUOTE]
Oh Jesus Jumped Up Christ - you fucking insensitive cock ass! My dad died when I was 10 years old - he was riding his bobsled and ran into a maple tree! All the townsfolk laughed and ridiculed our family because he'd survived the crash but drowned in maple syrup that filled the sled! Aaaauugghhh, Daddy!!!!!!
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You negligible nitwit, I couldn't care less if he were riding a maple leaf and crashed into a bobsled. My daddy died when I was 9, trying to impale himself on a bicycle saddle for sexual pleasure. He had to be buried with the bike, and my family was ridiculed by the whole town because the coffin had such a strange shape. And I don't even live in Canada![/QUOTE]
You ignorant son of a jack-fuck-dick-cock-ass! You belittle my plight! My father's death wasn't the end of my emotional torture. My mother, in her grief, became addicted to Tim Horton's honey crullers, eating an average of 6 dozen per day. She died of congestive heart failure 18 months later at a weight of 1,648lbs!
The townsfolk laughed at us again. Then they said that to save room in the small cemetary, we'd have to cremate her. Little did they realize that setting fire to 1,648lbs of human fat would produce our own version of Chernobyl - the roof of the town's only crematorium was blown into the stratosphere and landed on an orphanage 62 miles away. The bricks in the structure turned to ash, and the burning globules of my mum's fat set fire to the forests around town, our only form of industry.
It took 8 years to rebuild and my last name is still the worst insult one person can hurl at another in the entire district where I grew up...
It was only through Queen's music I was able to survive and move to the big city. And you make fun, you rotten, rotten bastard!
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I tip my hat and bow to the master. How could I have known your mother's addiction to Tim Horton's honey crullers was responsible for what they still call "The Big Bang" here in Europe?