metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 I think I'll post-whore tonight Quote Link to comment
wildmaninid Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 OMG that shits worse then the ricer isle in my Autozone!! There were no angry customerz trying to kill autozone employeex in the ass here Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 insomniacs ftw? Quote Link to comment
Jayden71 Posted July 17, 2011 Author Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 6 User(s) are reading this topic 5 members, 1 guests, 0 anonymous users wildmaninid, metalmonkey47, datto510, chester, BareAssGodzilla The 5 people ruining Ratsun right there folx!! Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 There were no angry customerz trying to kill autozone employeex in the ass here Lucky walmart.... I almost got my poor little azz raped :*( Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 (edited) 3891 poasts, and no user title. FAIL Edited July 17, 2011 by metalmonkey47 Quote Link to comment
Jayden71 Posted July 17, 2011 Author Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Just for gits and shigglez IBTL BITCHEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :fu: :fu: Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 should default that bishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Quote Link to comment
chester Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 I'm out here in gods country and cell signal sucks. But anywho jayden we did not get all theboile out either time more spilt in the back of the truck. Atleast we arent in the datto Quote Link to comment
HRH Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Oh boy, this thread needs some culture to prevent locking. How about we even it out with some Shakespeare? Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 DONEEEE. Enjoy my new oic guyz Quote Link to comment
wildmaninid Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Oh boy, this thread needs some culture to prevent locking. How about we even it out with some Shakespeare? Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from hrh sux cox n dix the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Fixed Quote Link to comment
Jayden71 Posted July 17, 2011 Author Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 I'm out here in gods country and cell signal sucks. But anywho jayden we did not get all theboile out either time more spilt in the back of the truck. Atleast we arent in the datto Just use it for LUBE!! tonight :D 1 Quote Link to comment
metalmonkey47 Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 8 User(s) are reading this topic 7 members, 1 guests, 0 anonymous users HRH, Jayden71, metalmonkey47, bananahamuck, wildmaninid, wayno, ggzilla We are currently slandering all of Ratsun with our drunken shenanigans. Wait did I say I drunken? I mean.... Quote Link to comment
bananahamuck Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Oh boy, this thread needs some culture to prevent locking. How about we even it out with some Shakespeare? Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. we did not get all theboile out either time more spilt in the back of the truck Alot of people forget that last line but it just loses something without it what ? i have no idea Quote Link to comment
HRH Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Oh boy, this thread needs some culture to prevent locking. How about we even it out with some Shakespeare? Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee, As I clutch kami in the night, can you see the kittehs? I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see wildman with a tranny, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Indeed, thy tranny tail must tucked be, beneath he-she's smock? Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. FIXED :D Quote Link to comment
chester Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 So we are on our way home and the is this vw vanagon slammed out drive like a complete idiot. I forgot to mention they cant stay in one lane wtf Quote Link to comment
wildmaninid Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 I can't tell if its a tranny or not lollllllzzzż Quote Link to comment
HRH Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 What ass-fuckery is this? I must retire to my bed-chamber to go to work tomorrow, alas! Good night, IBTL. ;) Oh, shameless plug, you ass-monkeys should go watch my LSD videos! In the technical section, went climbing hills tonight. Quote Link to comment
chester Posted July 17, 2011 Report Share Posted July 17, 2011 Whats a asian tranny 1 Quote Link to comment
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