Danked
C/O: Cold Day In Hell
Attn: Executive Offices
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I think the time has come for us to dissolve this partnership.

Lately I've come to realize that you just don't care anymore and that I'm no longer one of your top priorities. And it has come to my attention that you were really the driving force behind my being locked away in the Anger Management forum.


Consider this letter a final agreement between us and if you have any further questions, you can contact my lawyers office at:

Harold Rabinowitz, Esq.
Rosenberg, Musso & Rabinowitz
8125 South Mountain Way
Garden City, NY 11530

Simple yes or no question. You have 1 Hour. At Noon this thread will self destruct with no evidence of it every exhisting.

a couple packs of cigarettes.

the screws will beat ya less,
if ya give em smokes.

Everyone is going to surround me and poke me with pointed sticks in a minute....

I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel the feeling I forgot
Swimming weightless in the womb
Bouncing gently round the room
In a minute I'll be free
And we'll be splashing in the sea

I feel no curiosity
I see the path ahead of me
In a minute I'll be free
And we'll be splashing in the sea
We hear a tiny cry
As the ship goes sliding by

Free!
Free!

Free!

I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel the feeling I forgot
I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel free!
Free!
Free!
Free!
Free!

We tried to play Rock & Roll Jeopardy last night, and the fuckin site doesn't have it anymore. :disappointed:

who delivers to the Cell???

is it too early to call Domino's??? :banana: :banana: :banana:

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Spit recently say,
pink was her favorite color?

WTF man. How come something that feels so good on your ass, falls apart? I think they trick you. Buy meeeee....we're soft.....then you get it home and wipe your ass with it, and it crumbles. It becomes all powdery and shit and you have a white residue all over your butthole and have to take a fucking shower.

Luckily I have wet wipes in the bathroom, and it seems to solve this problem.