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we went to the muddy waters tribute in westmont , man i am all bluesed out !

today i got an email from this guy who wants me to beta test a guitar amp kit he is going to start selling . nothin like free gear , ca-ching !!

also i found a wowwee roboquad remote on ebay . deets B-day is comin up . i am going all out this year , she is turning 13 , currently obsessed with john lennon . so i got her a mini strat and a g-dec amp . the strat needed some work , but the amp is really cool !

Morrissey Injured in Dog Attack


The Morrissey fan site True to You has reported that the singer recently sustained hand and arm injuries after being attacked by a dog. No specific details of the attack have emerged, though it did happen somewhere in England. He was treated for the injury in Malmö, Sweden, where an x-ray revealed a fractured index finger on his right hand.

PattonBordin wrote:Morrissey Injured in Dog Attack


The Morrissey fan site True to You has reported that the singer recently sustained hand and arm injuries after being attacked by a dog. No specific details of the attack have emerged, though it did happen somewhere in England. He was treated for the injury in Malmö, Sweden, where an x-ray revealed a fractured index finger on his right hand.

drunk at work

well, I certainly can't point a condescending finger at you for that, meats.

hehe..

thank fuck i am feeling a slight bit more human today. It wasn't good, considering i work with data. Has made me consider cleaning my act up. Getting a bit to old to punish myself like that

I...knocked the FUCK OUT!...a rent-a-pig last night, and smashed in his taillight...little bitch.

luckiest punch ever...my hand doesn't even hurt.

oooh. do tell!

i haven't punched anyone in a few months. having withdrawls here.

concur! it's like...

SHARPPIE wrote:I...knocked the FUCK OUT!...a rent-a-pig last night, and smashed in his taillight...little bitch.

luckiest punch ever...my hand doesn't even hurt.

now this, THIIIIS

just became the highlight of my day, but sharpps...
please provide the details/back story.
I really want to drink the sweet nectar innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

there's no feeling in the world like knocking someboty rite the fuck out
it's like, hitting a stadium-record homerun using the sweet part of he bat
*cracka*
last muvva i knockd out i clocked dude with my elbow. i barely felt it yet dude was seeing stars. his two friends tried to confront me. i pushed them both on the floor in one move laughed and spit on them. i'm so much better than most yet i seem to stay humble about it

driving around...minding my own...and I look in the rear-view. there's headlights coming up fast behind me with a yellow light bar in the middle of the windshield. I start to pull over to the right to let them pass. they get right behind me, and slow down to my speed. I figure, "okay...whatever," and jump back over to make the next left turn. bitch is right on my ass the whole time, turning the yellow lights on/off. I make the left, go about 4 blocks with this jerkoff right behind me. I finally slam on the brakes, and he barely stops, not hitting me...just sitting there, flashing his brights, and turning the yellow bar on/off. I lean out the window, and give the 'what the fuck do you want?!?!' arms up in the air.

he turns off all the lights, and zooms off past me...at this point I'm fucking pissed. I floor it after him. he reached close to 100 mph, but finally caught a red light. I pull up right behind him, start flashing my brights, and yelling "what the fuck you want?!?" out the window. he throws it in park, and jumps out...full wannabe cop outfit: dark blue uniform, badge, patches, batman utility belt, the whole nine...and comes up to my window. he goes, "why are you following me?" "cause you were following me. what the fuck do you want, bitch?" "Are you calling me a bitch?" "I was...now I'm calling you a cunt. why you following me, cunt?" he points his finger right in my face, "watch it!" and starts walking back to his car. I jump out, and catch him before he gets in..."why you following me, cunt!?!?" he turns to face me, looks down, and drops both arms to grab his pepper spray...I hauled back, threw, and caught him square in the nose...goes down like a sack of potatoes, blood flowing. I lean down, "YOU WANNA PLAY POLICEMAN, BITCH!" motherfucker was o-u-t. as I walked back to my car I kicked his left taillight a few times till it went out...brand new dodge...still had dealer plates on it. got in the car, and drove off with him still laid out in the street.

I feel damn good right now....now let's see if he was able to get my plate #.

i want to hug you and feed you cocoa with marshmellows.

SHARPPIE wrote:driving around...minding my own...and I look in the rear-view. there's headlights coming up fast behind me with a yellow light bar in the middle of the windshield. I start to pull over to the right to let them pass. they get right behind me, and slow down to my speed. I figure, "okay...whatever," and jump back over to make the next left turn. bitch is right on my ass the whole time, turning the yellow lights on/off. I make the left, go about 4 blocks with this jerkoff right behind me. I finally slam on the brakes, and he barely stops, not hitting me...just sitting there, flashing his brights, and turning the yellow bar on/off. I lean out the window, and give the 'what the fuck do you want?!?!' arms up in the air.

he turns off all the lights, and zooms off past me...at this point I'm fucking pissed. I floor it after him. he reached close to 100 mph, but finally caught a red light. I pull up right behind him, start flashing my brights, and yelling "what the fuck you want?!?" out the window. he throws it in park, and jumps out...full wannabe cop outfit: dark blue uniform, badge, patches, batman utility belt, the whole nine...and comes up to my window. he goes, "why are you following me?" "cause you were following me. what the fuck do you want, bitch?" "Are you calling me a bitch?" "I was...now I'm calling you a cunt. why you following me, cunt?" he points his finger right in my face, "watch it!" and starts walking back to his car. I jump out, and catch him before he gets in..."why you following me, cunt!?!?" he turns to face me, looks down, and drops both arms to grab his pepper spray...I hauled back, threw, and caught him square in the nose...goes down like a sack of potatoes, blood flowing. I lean down, "YOU WANNA PLAY POLICEMAN, BITCH!" motherfucker was o-u-t. as I walked back to my car I kicked his left taillight a few times till it went out...brand new dodge...still had dealer plates on it. got in the car, and drove off with him still laid out in the street.

I feel damn good right now....now let's see if he was able to get my plate #.

What a motherfucking liar...This should be in dreams and nightmares thread.

that's some good shit sharppie. the kicking in of the tail light was like the sprinkle of confectioners sugar on top of the hot melted fudge. now i wanna knock out a deserving dipshit. saturday nite tonite! mite git my big chance.

*bows*

I think the thing I'm most proud of is having the presence of mind not to leave evidence. I was just about to cough up a huge spit wad on his face, and I heard a voice in my head, "No DNA!!!"

Butta Moist wrote:that's some good shit sharppie. the kicking in of the tail light was like the sprinkle of confectioners sugar on top of the hot melted fudge. now i wanna knock out a deserving dipshit. saturday nite tonite! mite git my big chance.

Yeah right, someone else may get there chance and stick 5 bones down your filthy mouth.

SHARPPIE wrote:*bows*

I think the thing I'm most proud of is having the presence of mind not to leave evidence. I was just about to cough up a huge spit wad on his face, and I heard a voice in my head, "No DNA!!!"

No way, the lie you tell itself is worse than a movie with Ben Afflected.

as much as you suck at english....that's almost as much as I do not care if you believe me.

SHARPPIE wrote:as much as you suck at english....that's almost as much as I do not care if you believe me.

How could anyone believe that made up crap? You should have least said it was a retarded midget. I guess that would have just pissed off crapbreath.

SHARPPIE wrote:driving around...minding my own...and I look in the rear-view. there's headlights coming up fast behind me with a yellow light bar in the middle of the windshield. I start to pull over to the right to let them pass. they get right behind me, and slow down to my speed. I figure, "okay...whatever," and jump back over to make the next left turn. bitch is right on my ass the whole time, turning the yellow lights on/off. I make the left, go about 4 blocks with this jerkoff right behind me. I finally slam on the brakes, and he barely stops, not hitting me...just sitting there, flashing his brights, and turning the yellow bar on/off. I lean out the window, and give the 'what the fuck do you want?!?!' arms up in the air.

he turns off all the lights, and zooms off past me...at this point I'm fucking pissed. I floor it after him. he reached close to 100 mph, but finally caught a red light. I pull up right behind him, start flashing my brights, and yelling "what the fuck you want?!?" out the window. he throws it in park, and jumps out...full wannabe cop outfit: dark blue uniform, badge, patches, batman utility belt, the whole nine...and comes up to my window. he goes, "why are you following me?" "cause you were following me. what the fuck do you want, bitch?" "Are you calling me a bitch?" "I was...now I'm calling you a cunt. why you following me, cunt?" he points his finger right in my face, "watch it!" and starts walking back to his car. I jump out, and catch him before he gets in..."why you following me, cunt!?!?" he turns to face me, looks down, and drops both arms to grab his pepper spray...I hauled back, threw, and caught him square in the nose...goes down like a sack of potatoes, blood flowing. I lean down, "YOU WANNA PLAY POLICEMAN, BITCH!" motherfucker was o-u-t. as I walked back to my car I kicked his left taillight a few times till it went out...brand new dodge...still had dealer plates on it. got in the car, and drove off with him still laid out in the street.

I feel damn good right now....now let's see if he was able to get my plate #.

ok sharpps, I processed this gem roughly 2 minutes ago, and when I did...

the sun started shining, birds started singing, double rainbows (yes, multiple doubles) appeared,
flowers of all hues bloomed, chocolate rivers formed at my feet, midgets fell down stairs, all the
cavities in the world healed themselves, wheelchairs became mind powered, gas prices dropped,
gay marriage became acceptable by law worldwide, marijuana was legalized, ranch dressing was
abolished from the face of the earth,... I just...

although the actual punch is inspiring on many levels, I love
... I fucking LOVE how you called him a sheen
and then you turned around and called him a not tommy!!!


one day, some way
we will toast to this glorious event.

bran flakes
POSITIVE RESULTS!

cribdeath mountain wrote:

SHARPPIE wrote:driving around...minding my own...and I look in the rear-view. there's headlights coming up fast behind me with a yellow light bar in the middle of the windshield. I start to pull over to the right to let them pass. they get right behind me, and slow down to my speed. I figure, "okay...whatever," and jump back over to make the next left turn. bitch is right on my ass the whole time, turning the yellow lights on/off. I make the left, go about 4 blocks with this jerkoff right behind me. I finally slam on the brakes, and he barely stops, not hitting me...just sitting there, flashing his brights, and turning the yellow bar on/off. I lean out the window, and give the 'what the fuck do you want?!?!' arms up in the air.

he turns off all the lights, and zooms off past me...at this point I'm fucking pissed. I floor it after him. he reached close to 100 mph, but finally caught a red light. I pull up right behind him, start flashing my brights, and yelling "what the fuck you want?!?" out the window. he throws it in park, and jumps out...full wannabe cop outfit: dark blue uniform, badge, patches, batman utility belt, the whole nine...and comes up to my window. he goes, "why are you following me?" "cause you were following me. what the fuck do you want, bitch?" "Are you calling me a bitch?" "I was...now I'm calling you a cunt. why you following me, cunt?" he points his finger right in my face, "watch it!" and starts walking back to his car. I jump out, and catch him before he gets in..."why you following me, cunt!?!?" he turns to face me, looks down, and drops both arms to grab his pepper spray...I hauled back, threw, and caught him square in the nose...goes down like a sack of potatoes, blood flowing. I lean down, "YOU WANNA PLAY POLICEMAN, BITCH!" motherfucker was o-u-t. as I walked back to my car I kicked his left taillight a few times till it went out...brand new dodge...still had dealer plates on it. got in the car, and drove off with him still laid out in the street.

I feel damn good right now....now let's see if he was able to get my plate #.

ok sharpps, I processed this gem roughly 2 minutes ago, and when I did...

the sun started shining, birds started singing, double rainbows (yes, multiple doubles) appeared,
flowers of all hues bloomed, chocolate rivers formed at my feet, midgets fell down stairs, all the
cavities in the world healed themselves, wheelchairs became mind powered, gas prices dropped,
gay marriage became acceptable by law worldwide, marijuana was legalized, ranch dressing was
abolished from the face of the earth,... I just...

although the actual punch is inspiring on many levels, I love
... I fucking LOVE how you called him a sheen
and then you turned around and called him a not tommy!!!


one day, some way
we will toast to this glorious event.

There is always hope, little turd. Maybe, not for you, but hope none the less.

ChickenMug wrote:bran flakes
POSITIVE RESULTS!

gomti made sweet bran muffins to go with chop suey last night .

yum !

GREAT story sharppman .

there is a CHiPs episode like that . they play it off like its a real common occurrence . dudes drop all this $$ on a bike and uniform so they can ride around and look like royal dorks . the only thing that would have been more awesome is if you woulda maced his ass with his own pepper spray . i am guessing maybe he thought you were a girl , unless , well i guess the other way is a strong possibility too . either way you did your good deed for the day .

man would i pay to have footage of that , oh well , i always have this one :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfD7agP1yxw

danzig gets knocked out .

chris , the ranch dressing part ,

I had some superb poppy seed dressing over the weekend.
(go ahead, sheen... work your magic)

the fake cop thing is kinda common out here (not really 'common' but I hear about it a bit), but it's usually people with money coming from a casino or bank that they hit....or chicks that they wanna rape. I don't think that's what this guy was about...he seemed/looked like an actual security guard trying to flex his non-authority. why he picked me? ...good fucking question.

hmmmmm... were you blasting the rap hop?