<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Dubya C Fields: Hee hee, you know me so well. I can get all of the above mentioned items here, just 'cos I'm knee dip in cow shit, doesn't mean I'm stuck for pills, thrills and bellyaches (name that band!) Manc coke? that'll be well chopped with glucose then? Look forward to it Tommy lad...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Happy Mondays. Did I win anything?
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lomo's Haus of Salvage: What the fuck was that email about, anyway?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Shall I quote? <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally sent by Nauseous to her ever-luvin internet main squeeze: Subject : Why are you so mean? Date : Tue, 17 Sep 2002 23:48:10 -0400 Reply Reply All Forward Delete Put in Folder...InboxSent MessagesDraftsTrash Can Printer Friendly Version Any good reason?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Pardon my lack of formatting, I just copied/pasted...
I know, I should've checked with you first... I know that didn't sound quite as submissive as you'd wished. I'm sorry. I'll make it worth your while to stick around for the next one, where I shall belittle not only you, but your genitalia, your air conditioner, and your job...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lomo's Haus of Salvage: I know, I should've checked with you first... I know that didn't sound quite as submissive as you'd wished. I'm sorry. I'll make it worth your while to stick around for the next one, where I shall belittle not only you, but your genitalia, your air conditioner, and your job... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Heh... You're now a customer. Check your email.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote Just the unfettered admiration and respect of everyone here at Fugly and all those associated with it... Post your address so I know where to send the boys... erm... I mean cheque
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: What the hell are you getting at?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Not even I knew... Blame the vodka last night...
I saw HIM today. I was 4 minutes late coming back to break, 'cause I couldn't stop looking at him. Uhh... but something has been bothering me and I don't know if I can get past it. A certain accessory he was wearing kinda turned me off. He also smokes white trash cigarettes. For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the same measure you use, it will be measured back to you.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lomo's Haus of Salvage: You can bow your head in front of my shrine anyday... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I'd have to kneel in 50 different places.
It's the strangest thing... I went to bed and made sure everything was the way it was supposed to be. You know, the red shirt picture in front surrounded by roses and candles; every email/messenger convo printed out and pasted to the wall, your name in big flashing lights... And when I woke up, everything was all over the floor! I cried for almost 14 minutes straight. It was horrible! I still haven't found the head of the little Ken doll I 'altered' to make look like you... although I did find what was left of the makeshift mullet. I haven't picked up the pieces yet. It hurts too much.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; As I write this, the trash collectors are at my curb, picking up my trash... If only I could place my wretched thoughts out with a week's worth of frozen dinner containers, paper towels and empty cans! Confession I lust after a married man! A man with at least three children, tattoos all over his body, and a skanky wife. A man who probably resides in a trailer court! I've not kept my impure thoughts hushed in the workplace. I send emails to co-workers each and every day talking incessantly about HIM... 'I saw HIM today on his way down the stairs and our eyes met for a brief moment'... 'Have you seen HIM today? What if HE has the day off?' (Yes, I capitalize the word, HIM and HE... How bad is that?) I show up to work early to try to catch him on a smoke break... I have written his break times down on a little notepad and nearly break my neck each time he walks by my cubicle... just trying to catch a glimpse of his... *gasp* ass! It has been 4 months since I have indulged in any sexual activities and I fear that I may one day in the very near future ask him if the swinger rumor about him is true and if so… “Wanna *gasp* fuck?” Who here has committed adultery? Who here would? It’s time to take some K, smoke a cigarette and go to bed… Please verbally abuse me as you see fit.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Okay, it's almost the anniversary and I realize JESUS OUR KING! I was one delusional fucking girlvert. Hindsight is 20/20. I fucked him, his dick was small...he had old man ass and he DID live in a trailer with 2kids and his common law wife. (god, i wish i had a picture of that fucking fat skank, but I digress) So here he is: For some reason, that Fastball song, "Was I outta my head/was I outta my mind/how could I have ever been so blind" comes to mind when I look at this pic. Feel free to make fun and I'm sorry it's so fucking big.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: I fucked him, his dick was small...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote Jeez, make up your mind already, will you?
