March 31, 2003

this is for you jimmoi...since all you talk about is putting shit on yoru car now.

March 30, 2003

if i recall correctly...when the SEGA cd system game out.....they tried to put out a game called "virtual sex" and it had some like...thing that you sat or stood in or something and i wa lsike littel so i dont remember exactly...but sega cd never got big..and im sure it got destroyed before they ever develope dthe game anyways....

oh---funny funny-howell has the batman and robin soundtrack and Moaner is on it. didnt know that. i laughed. than laughed some more. than i put Beaucoup Fish in. yea. assholes.
weird, but hear me out---and dont attack me by saying im a re re window licker and that this has already been done---cus it has. but im think more THREE DEEE.

what the fuck are you talking about?

oh you know.

what could i be thinking about?

porno game. you creat you weemen, pixeliz and liek 3d modle it. that liek pos. them into sexual positions and liek have camera angles and liek yea---make a script and have porn musik. i dunno---have heard of any THREEE DEEEE porno game. and i havent yet to heard of anything of making your own porn movies -on this scale. so its a thought. just a simple lil one. inspired by that stoopid thing walker sent me (some virtual dating sex service. stupid, but it did inspire this idea).

so what did the asshole say?
i hate myslef i want to die.
1. fuck you napster, I think the playing starcraft and calling everyone a fucking jew, and yelling jew at zach all night would have some sort of influnce on him
2. go to hell??? the jews seem to want you there....and yes, I do to.
3. Monkies, is a clasic term from way back when, in the days of trunk riding, and zach masterbating in the mikkeydeees restroom.....
4. i dont know but i feel another hate list comming on =)
5. I really love doing number lists. they rock the casbah.
6. James copys them from MEEEEEEEEEE. jew.
7. I fail to see how it is copying though, if i were copying i would do it exactly the same as james, not half assed in my own wierd sort of way.
8. i think ill stop on 10
9. oohhh no, i have long hair, must be copying james, oooohhhh no playing a computer, must be copying james, oooooh fucking no, im on blogger, must be copying james, woh shit im using a mother fucking keyboard, it MUST be coying james.
10. Fuck you jew.
well at least now we know that mike is copying people other than james.
damn you zach
the board is dead lately.

fucking jew monkies.

March 28, 2003

what can i say? i fucked up. but its all in the past. listening to depressing songs. for some reason its making me happier, and from stickign my hand in the blender. smackign bitches. breaking shit, shooting pedestrians w/ my pelet gun-all fun and games. i need to stop mixing 180 and ever. i need to do a lot of things. i need to: shower, clean my room, get a life, get laid, save money, study, get a hair cut----none of these am i doing anytime soon. i have other plans.

Auto response from zak p o w (9:03:01 AM): And the Lord did say onto me : Ye goto work, and maketh thy monetary gains. And so I did.

amiALWAYSwrong (9:05:44 AM): well the lored did sayedeth unto me...."go thee forth unto the dwelling of james the collins, and whence upon thou arive upon that abode, thou shalt commence thee into analcoursification upon the anus of him that is called james. and maketh sweet sweet butt love ..sweeter than the sweetest honey..and whence thou shalt have completed this, thou shalt suckel his organ of pleasure unto thine mouth until he spoojeth into thine eyes."

and so i went forth and did as i was commanded.
and another thing....whatever happened to wake up..and tehre would be something on here that would make me laugh so hard i would literaly shit my pants and then have to go through the day with shit pants because there is no time to change and everyone asks what that smell is all day and i say "i dunno!" and its really becaus ei laughed so hard i shat myself befor ei left becaus eof the hilariousitynesscity of the thing i had read here on this place and that night i go home and i read it again and someoen else has done something in retaliation which is even more laughness and its after i had already showered the shit from the morning off and i shit yself again right befor ei am going to sleep and so i wind up having to take ANOTHER shower to get the night time made me laugh shit off of myself?

seriously dood...whered that go?
no sleep for as long as i can remember.
one hour naps do not count.

i forgot how to eat.

weight? who needs it.

waiting for calls that will never come is my new favorite pastime.

to hell with you.

war war war war war weeeeeee.

i am in hate.

March 26, 2003

perhaps not differentiating the two is the point of the statement, instead of just saying our military is the only one in the world full of young people its pointing out all different countries have this as well
What's really funny, is that the first half of it is fact, it's tangible things they're trained
to do, yet the second half is all touchy feely on emotions and whatnot, and describes
emotions that sure, a lot of soldiers have -- but equally a lot of them are just in it for the
benefits and always assumed they'd never go to war. =P

And it doesn't differentiate the two by saying "An American Soldier" or something like that,
it just says "the average military man"

I found that humorous.
Why is all about a male? Not to sound like a bitchy feminist or anything, but females are in Iraq too. It was rather touching, though.

March 25, 2003

something a little bird dropped in my email

The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances
is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or
swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm
Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time
in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade
launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a
professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were
his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and
find ironic humor in it all. He ! ; has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in
combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away'
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with
his blood. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us
inour time of need. Amen."

March 24, 2003

i hate all of you.


March 22, 2003

Micheal, you're the bitch that decided against telling me you were still here,
and you said you'd rather be here while I was gone.

Mr R -- Yes I know I thought about that the other day -- I'll get it to ya next weekend.

James, why do you have 2 paypal cards?
steve i need 40 bucks for cat food and litter
Yyyyayyy lets go bowling.....then....then bowl..... then....then go back to the apartment, and NOT wake up at 11 and NOT take michael home you jew! SELLING MY SOUL WAS NOT PART OF THE BARGIN!!!! now im stuck here till after steeeve is done making out thought THE LION KING! Fucking jews in space!

but hey, on the plus side, i have a cable connection! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee porn here i come!

ps steven is a space jew!
So James, why do you have 2 paypal cards?

March 21, 2003

i hada shitty week.

i quit checking the board all week in hopes that you fools would all have posted enough to get rid of BANG BANG BANG and thankfully you did. so at least i know you ass mongers can still do something.

so are any of you people the type who wanna go hold hands and block the freeway and then go smash windows on a mcdonalds?

so new implants are working out great. james seems to like them..and ive never been happier with my body.
but um...what is this im hearing about a state of emergency being declared in alaska because an asian airforce guy has been analy terrorising the local wildlife to the point of extinction?

March 20, 2003


post, that of the first : numbers.

these are numbers for you.
today we did an order for 30 000 apple bottoms in two and a half hours.
that is aproximately 200 boxes per minute.

now - in each bundle there are twenty five (25) boxes.
there are seven (7) layers per each pallet.
in each layer there are four(4) bundles.
that is one hundred(100) boxes per layer and seven hundered (700) per pallet.

more numbers : each individual bundle in-and-of itself aproximately weight fourty seven (47) pounds.
here comes the fun part.
how many bundles did I do in half an hour and two?
I stacked aproximately fourty two (42) pallets, and one last one minus two layers.
thats a total of 29 800 boxes. divided by twentyfive (25), that is onethousand-onehundred-and-ninety-two bundles. (1192)
the pounds times the number of bundles comes to fiftysixthousand-and-twentyfour (56024).
divided into minutes it comes to aproximately ninehundred-thirty-four (934) pounds.

so fuck you aaron.

post, that of the second : the freedom to feel whatever I feel like feeling

i have come to the conclusion (again, maybe?) that people have too many freedoms.
of of these freedoms that should be 'incheck' is the freedom to feel whatever they damn well feel like.
Governments, or any governing body for that matter - should start implementing conditioning routines in which they alienate and erradicate some specific " feelings " - how to achieve this? I dont really give a shit, but it can be done - and it should be done.

so fuck you. yes. you.

post, that of the third : individuals

what bothers me about people is that they all think that they are a god-damned carnival or " production stage " of some sorts.
that they portray themselves to people and that the people only see that which is on stage and that somewhere, deep in the backstage,
in the dark there are actors or musians who nobody has seen before because they havent been on stage. Or that somewhere nobody has seen these some majikal and mystical props or tomes of literature which make them " a specific and special individual, seperate and different than anyone else" That this gathering of unseen objects and thoughts and feelings - unmade choices and mistakes, proposals and history make them " AN INDIVIDUAL " - and that this " INDIVIDUALITY " makes them free from any sort of general classification or recording of any sort. That I cannot say broad statments and predict every god-damned instance that can happen when Im around people because " everyone is different "

You are no different than me.
I am no different than you.
these are minor idiosyncrasies which make us all pieces of a whole,
not wholes onto ourselves.

so fuck you. again. god damnit.

March 19, 2003

Oh. yes. I forgot - Im posting.
but you know what, i forgot what I was going to post about.

ill be posting a lot more now - due to the (cough) war.

i got motorama on dvd.
i have to remember to write down what I want to post about at work so that I can post about it.
i have to do my laundry now.

aaron is in the shower having sexual relations with anna.
he is the king. get it. anna. and the king. eh. fuck you.

oh. by the way, whats this I hear about jimmoi being deployed to the " frontlines " because they fear homosexuals being " behind " in military actions so that they cannot " grab dat ass " - and by the way, I asked zach to get the implants. bitch.

now i need an ending quote. well, fuck - how about this?

March 18, 2003

so i finally watched 8mile. yeup. pretty much, it was a decent movie. Eminem is a decent actor. the sotry was same old same old. it reminded me a lot of an old 80s teen flick. you know-one of those John Hughs films, cept w/ a lot of cussing and black people. the movie had the good friend and the bad friend, the girl that wasnt right for the main charcter, (but he put his dick in her anyway), the "bullys" and the parent that scoffed at the lead characters dreams. my overall impression of the movie was this:

the whoel movie seemed to revolve around eminem goign around and beating peopel up. i considered making a movie like that. just a movie about a bunch of pissed of doped up post teens just driving around and pull over to just beat up random passerbyers and the homeless. i was gonna call it Pissed Off People. or assholes. im sure it wouldve been a hit in italy. anywho-back to the 8mile. id have to agree w. almost everyone that told me to watch that movie. the freestylin made the whole movie worthwhile. that and the soundtrack. now all i wanna do is download 2pac and Notorious BIG songs. fuck yea.

oh-whats this i heard about zach and james getting hitched in Vegas, and zch getting his dick removed and getting implants?
i hate myself i wanna die.
Anthony and Aaron always are capable ( or so it seems ) at getting people into PIZZA HUT.

I dont think you want to work at a box factory tho.
And where steve works isnt exactly " office work " either.

Im no good.
Here is Bethel's job posting page. Not sure if anything on there applies to you, but new jobs come open often.
Seeing as I am now done with school until September, and for the moment out of work, I have a favor to ask of the board...

Does anybody know of any full time (or part time w/ high hours) jobs that are hiring at the moment? Preferably an office job, but I'll take pretty much anything at this point. If you do SERIOUSLY know of something please let me know. Thanks.

March 17, 2003

UNGC is a good club....they have (or at least had) a really nice clays course. It's about a mile long, with 15 or so stations.

There was this crazy guy, Pete, who drove around and managed all the peons such as myself. In the morning, we would load the back of his truck, and drive around delivering clays and people to the stations. One time, he drove off as I was climbing on the back of the truck. I made it about 200 yards holding the tailgate and standing on the bumper...until we hit a bump. Bounced me clean off the back, I hit the gravel at about 30 mph....and only narrowly avoided being run over by the next truck back.

Good times, great fun.
I work at TSC on canyon, and now that you mention it it could be the same guy, cause ive helped set up the Sporting CLays once or twice down at Eatonville...but for some reason i remember the guy at eatonville being really into the eagles and he also drove a big white truck...dont remember his name though. The club down at eatonville is a nice one. Its small and has only the one trap house and two skeet houses if i remember correctly. Fun shooting though, and the place is always full of good ole boys (which are different than rednecks by a huge margin).
Which club do you work at? I used to pull trap down at UNGC in Eatonville.....

The guy you're describing sounds like the guy that used to run things down there.
I am posting.

to get that god-damned shockwave off of the main page.

a note.
anyone putting shockwave will, as I previously did with steves post - have it as a link.
anyone who does not link it i will link it for you.
look - i made a law.

you know why?



March 16, 2003

Jeez that word is now going to be ingrained into my daily thought....i see myself at school hearing someone yell that, and my hands flying to a trigger to release clay pigeons that arent there, for shotgunners who also dont exist
but at least breakfast was free this morning...god i love SOS over hashbrowns
so whats happenin with yall? omg im now starting to post like a hick, its only been one friggen day
interesting note; theres this guy who ran the Sporting Clays program today named Gene, Gene drives a big truck...Gene has a fake knee and either a pace maker or a blood sugar monitor...anyway im getting off subject. Despite all this, Gene listens to classical music. I applaud him for this (unless the station is stuck on that channel because he doesnt know how to work it). The amazing thing is that todays weather followed in tune to Genes music on his radio. The music was light and fluffy when the sun was shining. Dark and kinda moody when it was overcast. And then towards the end of the day when the brief downpour hit, i swear to god that Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries was playing. Mike it seems that i have found sort of a mobile form of the rain tower. Gene shall be from here on out known as THE RAIN GNOME!!
what the fuck was all that other bullshit before being able to post? assholes.
i had a simple post. it wasnt even gonan be anythign really---just me answering steven's BANG BANG w/


but now the moments lost. whats the point? assholes.

i went to skateland yesterday. OOOOOOUUUU. yea. i cant skate. fell on my arse liek 80 times. but who gives, eh? its not liek im gonna amke that a hobby any time soon. course, if i dont go out and do anything, drinkign will soon become my hobby...that day approaches soon.

been playing cs a lot lately. that and team fortress. i suck horribly at both. but-practice makes perfect, eh? eh? why am i still posting?

so whats this i hear about zach molesting little boys? i hate my life i wish i were dead.


March 15, 2003

I love you, Steven, for you have just made my day.

you know what......i hate liquid poop. its not fun comming out. yowsa. that bubbly sensation in the pit of your stomach that means youre gonna blow.

i heard jimmoi was having anal sex with malamute puppies?

March 14, 2003

god i love that feeling that comes with being disbelieved when my friends give me advice about auto electronics, and then it turns out that that advice was right on the money and my dad has egg all over his fucking face

March 12, 2003

so i gave into livejournal whoredom. i'll be posting on that, and this more often now. yay.
i hate myself and i wish i were dead.

March 11, 2003

hell yeah got a site up, gunna start making stories about jimmy... and boy have i got a good one alredy.

prepare...for fun

March 09, 2003

March 08, 2003

and now here i stand on the brink
not the brink of sanity, or financial ruin mind you...but the bring of breaking free of those years that everyone says are mine.
I dont feel any difference...yipeeee
Hehe heheh heh. That's some funny shit there, Zach-o. Are you posting any more about when you're getting your ass up here?

March 07, 2003

....and I've always loved Pac-Man.

March 06, 2003

"computer games don't affect kids; i mean, if pac-man had affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills, and listening to repetitive electronic music." -- kristian wilson, nintendo inc. 1989

fucken ravers
Yeah, I was gonna say fuse....then read bradbury's post.

Yes...I want my shirt back =P

March 05, 2003

Sounds like you popped a fuse.

Might want to check and make sure nothing is grounding the hot lead going to the lighter....otherwise you'll only pop the next fuse you put it.

Oh, and Steven: I have a shirt that I believe to be yours. Found it cleaning out my truck. I don't want it, do you?
hey steve you know anything about car audio at all? for some reason my radio wont power is getting to the deck at all, or the cigarette there a connection? cause i bought a charger for my cell phone and it got stuck and i had to yank it out, and now no power to anything on that whole console cept for the heater controls. Any ideas?
My computer works again.

March 04, 2003

look what jimmoi tried to post earlier and it turned into a black transvestite!

i hate you jimmoi.

if we arent carefull......this could trigger porn wars again!!!!

hell....we should do that.

( 0 ) (o)

March 03, 2003

Hi there -

Yep. There went that. I have to have a comprehensive psychological exam before they'll cut me into little bitty bits. For real.


They're afraid that I want to hurt children. So - all I'm saying is that if that's a concern, shouldn't they be all the more willing to stop me from having them? But, NOW put me in touch with another doctor who will do it, but not until either May or June. I'm not sure which.

This week sucks.

March 02, 2003

I could have won a Nobel prize and be a multi-billionaire by now. Anything's possible. It isn't a matter of ability, it's a matter of what you have and have not done.

Ability doesn't mean a damn thing if you don't use it.

Last but not least; there is a fucking spell check button, you chimpanzee.