yo mama Posted June 14, 2006 Share Posted June 14, 2006 (edited) Perch hasn't inherited his yet, nor has Paris. Can you tell them apart? The frankfurters appear in the front of her mouth, but the back of his neck? Edited June 14, 2006 by yo mama Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
proninja Posted June 14, 2006 Author Share Posted June 14, 2006 hers ia little hint when you are typing a story for othere to read...... have a point ,it makes it much more enjoyable for the reader when i's writen' a storie, ill take teh post u rote inna' considration Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dmarc117 Posted June 14, 2006 Share Posted June 14, 2006 just stick with the smiley faces yukon!!!! you get your point across much better that way!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evil_gop_liars Posted June 14, 2006 Share Posted June 14, 2006 The frankfurters appear in the front of her mouth, but the back of his neck? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Perchoutofwater Posted June 14, 2006 Share Posted June 14, 2006 Paris Hilton and Perch work very hard...so bite your tongue. I average about 60 hours a week, how about you? I'm generally the first or second one here, and am almost always the last one to leave. I worked until midnight the last two nights. You people don't get it, my father hasn't given me anything other than the first oppurtunity to buy him out, after he decided I was capable of running the business. If it wasn't for that oppurtunity, I would have left here and gone to work somewhere else making 40 to 50% more than I do in salary. I decided to go the way of delayed gratification, and stuck with it, and now am doing much better. You don't know me, and you don't know my work ethic, so unless you were working on a 120# jack hammer for 8 hours a day at the age of 13 you can kiss my Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evil_gop_liars Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 so unless you were working on a 120# jack hammer for 8 hours a day at the age of 13 you can kiss my well it was 125# jack hammer and I was 12. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skins Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 I average about 60 hours a week, how about you? I'm generally the first or second one here, and am almost always the last one to leave. I worked until midnight the last two nights. You people don't get it, my father hasn't given me anything other than the first oppurtunity to buy him out, after he decided I was capable of running the business. If it wasn't for that oppurtunity, I would have left here and gone to work somewhere else making 40 to 50% more than I do in salary. I decided to go the way of delayed gratification, and stuck with it, and now am doing much better. You don't know me, and you don't know my work ethic, so unless you were working on a 120# jack hammer for 8 hours a day at the age of 13 you can kiss my You pussie. I was working 22 hour days on the crab boats in the Bering Straits naked with ankle weights on at 7 and a half. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Furd Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 You pussie. I was working 22 hour days on the crab boats in the Bering Straits naked with ankle weights on at 7 and a half. Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for two dollars a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skins Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for two dollars a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY! That sounds like a vacation. At five, for a whole year, I had to be an ashtray for Denis Leary on blow for a nickel a day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thecerwin Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 blow for a nickel a day. Schedule Yukon for a week. I'll pay. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuperBalla Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 You pussie. I was working 22 hour days on the crab boats in the Bering Straits naked with ankle weights on at 7 and a half. Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for two dollars a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY! You two white collered fektards can't even think of a realistic lie...TypiKal. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skins Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 You two white collered fektards can't even think of a realistic lie...TypiKal. Balla, we know it must have been tough for you as a kid having to lick the nutsweat from David Duke's sak for a bag of Zapps and a sip of his Barqs every day. But that was the only way you could get food down in da bayou and we dont hold it against you. Now, when you tossed his salad and slurped his corn for a new pair of Keds and a GOP Youth T shirt, I thought it was a little much. You can do it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuperBalla Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 (edited) Balla, we know it must have been tough for you as a kid having to lick the nutsweat from David Duke's sak for a bag of Zapps and a sip of his Barqs every day. But that was the only way you could get food down in da bayou and we dont hold it against you. Now, when you tossed his salad and slurped his corn for a new pair of Keds and a GOP Youth T shirt, I thought it was a little much. You can do it! and then I toungued his daughter...she was smokin' too. I never touched her gutz...not cause Dady Balla couldn't reach...just cause I never had enough day light. She was a perty Blonde and Blue eyed chick... They lived in Mandeville...I lived just north of there. I have Zapp's fingers as we speak...CrawTator. Edited June 15, 2006 by SuperBalla Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ursa Majoris Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 (edited) You two white collered fektards can't even think of a realistic lie...TypiKal. :shakesheadandslowlyleaves: Edited June 15, 2006 by Ursa Majoris Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Furd Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 You two white collered fektards can't even think of a realistic lie...TypiKal. Lookit the big brain on Balla, catching me in a lie. Ok. I'll tell the truth this time: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for two dollars every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skins Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Lookit the big brain on Balla, catching me in a lie. Ok. I'll tell the truth this time: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for two dollars every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife. That is WEAK! You had it EASY!!! When I was growing up, Satan kept me in the stinking fiery aynus of his chief minion Beelzebub, at times he would hold me in his molten grasp while giving me hundreds of paper cuts on my eyeballs and having his demons drive nails through my testicles with a nailgun. And my payment for this "work" was that for an hour a day I got to read posts by Balla and Perch. Quickly, I was begging to be prodded in the fundament by the Dark One's giant pitchfork rather than be subjected to the horror of that mindless drivel. Sadly, my quota of Perch and Balla readings was quadrupled. I soon lost my mind and here I am. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cre8tiff Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 I had to really clean my room well to get my allowance when I was 13. Sometimes it took 60 hours a week. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Squeegiebo Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Lookit the big brain on Balla, catching me in a lie. Ok. I'll tell the truth this time: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for two dollars every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife. Oh yeah, well, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
proninja Posted June 15, 2006 Author Share Posted June 15, 2006 Man, for a minute there I thought I re-named this thread "Grumpy old farts" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Furd Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Oh yeah, well, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." That's about as tough as it gets, I admit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted June 16, 2006 Share Posted June 16, 2006 Oh yeah, well, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." Oh yeah? Well I got this haircut... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skins Posted June 16, 2006 Share Posted June 16, 2006 Oh yeah? Well I got this haircut... You win. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted June 16, 2006 Share Posted June 16, 2006 You win. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
proninja Posted June 16, 2006 Author Share Posted June 16, 2006 Oh yeah? Well I got this haircut... At least you have hair to cut Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wiegie Posted June 16, 2006 Share Posted June 16, 2006 Food stamps - good for keeping kids from starving. Bad, because they are easily transferable (i.e. sold for booze money) and therefore rife with abuse. I'm not sure if they do this everywhere, but I think in many places that they no longer actually distribute food stamps, but instead put funds into some sort of account and give people a debit-card type thing with which to access the funds for food purchases at grocery stores. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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