THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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my biggest fantasy is fucking chicks like you in the ass. of course, you're probably a guy. hairy. late 40's. recently dyed his head a funny red orange. smokes marlboro reds. likes his coffee luke-warm in a styrofoam cup. beats off to boys life and the underwear sections of catalogs. makes crank calls to payphones near jr highs. i could go on but, well, you know who you are. |
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nail hit |
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i think i'm going to go to a stoner party tonight. some psytrance dj i've met once is having a party. happy 4/20. i think i'll capture a woman and bring her home. mm. |
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Or, anything else. To dangerous. |
The guys on Jackass outdid themselves and really dangeroused today. Note to self, must use that verb more often. |
Those were the good old days. |
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The only thing I can offer you are these words... and a JUMBO COKE |
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not that it's too bad now, but the danger is not as intense. |
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and i still have a picture of sem's cock. BUWAHAHAHAH. and your bare ass, kalli!!! king of the naked sorabjiites!! |
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kalli has a great ass |
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Would someone please give R. C. a functioning computer? Thank you. |
i miss margret |
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i bet nate has a hairy ass. he won't send me a picture of it no matter how many pictures of my mom's behind i send him. |
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I have become quite the little workaholic. We are re-extracting 9 replicating sites after an upgrade and some custom tab design. Have to stop replication for an update because it makes structural changes to the .db such that data synchronization is no longer possible, ditto custom tab creation. Married life is exactly the same as it was pre-married, except I seem to be developing a nest of zits (the painful and pus-y kind that OTHER people get) on my chin. I am going to be in Stevenson, WA, on September 1st for a wedding. I should really slack off more and surf the web. It's very sweet to be missed. This zit thing has me really down. Also, right now I have a very sad robbie benson thing going on with my hair. I am taking nominations for where Cameron and I should relocate to next year...also, job offers. |
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Because, you know, that would be super swell. If it wouldn't be creepy for you, that is. |
we could be in stevenson in an hour and a half. |
mwah. |
i'd actually hope that you'd cold-cock me with a fistfull of rings. i'm looking to be put in my place at the moment. my god given quest. |
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I was forgotten to be invited (is that grammatically correct?) to a dinner Friday. I didn't know about it til yesterday, when I went to the used cd place where the guy's wife works and she demanded to know why I wasn't there. I like his wife, she's a cool person. Everyone I work with is either married or lives the fuck out of town, so my weekends are spent by myself for the most part. Luckily there are good movie theatres here. |
10:43AM- friday, march 11th, 1971. riverside hospital. doctor said, "ma'am, i'm not sure what's comin', but it sure as hell looks like a football player!" my mom loves to tell that story. how is that place, anyway? i left when i was 5 months old and never went back. if you get too lonely, i know this girl named tana who lives a few miles outside of town. tana was the very first person i ever "spoke" to over the internet. i was drunk, she was crazy, and we both had whatever defect it is that makes you wanna divulge things to total strangers that you probably wouldn't tell your closest confidant. that girl ended up cyber-stalking me for four years, across three states, and to five different phone numbers. she used to call, screaming in the middle of the night. all hopped up on vodka and whatever ill chemistry going on in her head, she'd rant and rave about us being "soul mates" until i'd hang up the phone and get back to whatever i was trying to accomplish at 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning. then she'd call again to get bitter with the voicemail. she was great. that girl could spit 5 minute streams of heartfelt love professions and random insane diatribes filled with home made racial epithets-- all without taking a breath. FIVE MINUTES. i bet pavarotti couldn't do that shit. i could give you her e-mail address if you're interested. you guys could hook up. might not be healthy, but it sure won't be boring. |
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theres a nice gesture. |
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Columbus is pretty mellow. ALthough the favorite hobby of the OSU student body appears to be participating in beer riots. I am tempted by your offer swine. However, I feel I must pass, as she probably isn't over you yet, and would attempt some ploy to get to you through me. Not that it could work, but you know. |
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I take back my question in another thread about swine's birthday. |
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