Chris-St Louis said:Hope they didnt kill themselves. You were rooting for me to do it; was I the only one?
ptschram said:Fuck you Chris.
We lost another one. The brother of my room-mate in Oregon killed himself a week or so ago.
I've got a friend who's been threatening to do it and I've had enough and am now telling him to shut up and just do it.
I'll reset the clock for both of you though
Chris-St Louis said:You read this the wrong way Paul. She knows what I am talking about.
She was SO despirate to be in Jacks good graces that when he suggested I commit suicide, she jumped right in and agreed. I just called her out on her I can find the good in everyone bullshit. If anyone deserves the fuck you, its her for that.
ptschram said:I apologize.
It's not a topic of humor with me.
garrett said:It's just not the same man. It was special back in the early days. Not the "that feels good go faster" special, but a cool special.
We don't get any cross pollination fights with Jeepers coming over to kick dirt in our faces. The bulletin board wars seem to be within Land Rover now and that's just lame.
Maybe people try to hard now. It just seemed to happening naturally back then. Or should I say organically. hah
Garrett said:growing in the mid-west your mother only let you play with dolls. at the age of 6 you became very "attached" to a particular Asian Cabbage Patch doll that you would then name Kenny. your parents found you throughout the years taking Kenny everywhere you went. at night you were seen dry humping Kenny and at the age of 12 you entered the Boy Scouts. your parents had to purchase "husky" size pants for you at Sears and at about this time you became known as the playground fattie. you never won at dodge ball, you felt strange changing in the boys locker room and you sucked at about every sport except tether ball. the undersized pants and shirts you mother made you wear only made you feel more insecure about your lack luster appearance and portly stature.
after graduating from high school with a C- average you attemtpted to get in to Meremac College and were denied. after several other failed attempts at Community Colleges you finally decided that living at home for the next 5 years would be a cool idea.
nights were filled with masterbation sessions with a long last pal Kenny and days were filled with thoughts of better days ahead when you'd move to Brentwood and apply for the Zamboni driver position at the rink, only to be rejected and later end up babysitting for your mothers friends.
eventually you would be chosen to work for a lofty Bristish car maker and were thrilled at the possibility of being among the prestigious people that you had always looked up to and wanted to be a part of.
the rest is history man.............
landrovered said:This is a fucking classic!
garrett said:I don't remember that at ALL. I read it twice and I still don't remember drafting that up. Good lord.