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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Dec 13, 2005 21:57:03 GMT -5
faith is an opinion with that posseses the ability to manifest itself into a reality. . . . then again, do i really believe that?
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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Dec 20, 2005 20:48:38 GMT -5
OHHHH MAN that was GREAT!
I get this call on my phone right, so i pick it up and it's this telemarketer so anyway i'm bored so i actually listent to what she is saying, but i answer my yeses in various tones and languages and such and it turns out to be a telemarketer for like some television subscription and i simply told her, "I don't watch television" which was true, i don't. It was the first time i got rid of a telemarketer without lying, being rude, or hanging up. Very Zen.
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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Jan 6, 2006 20:02:54 GMT -5
"Mother is the name for God on the hearts and lips of all children"
-Eric Draven
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Post by Sucosa on Jan 7, 2006 16:11:32 GMT -5
I tell telemarketers I'm the babysitter or a relative- It always works. One time I told a telemarketer that Josh was deceased and they responded" ok I'll try him tommarrow." No wonder old people don't like to answer their phones.
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Post by T. Miller on Jan 8, 2006 11:52:06 GMT -5
I told one telemarketer that my gold fish was drowning and asked if they could hold on a sec. 20 minutes later I checked and they were still there.
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Post by UncleJager on Jan 9, 2006 13:31:19 GMT -5
I did telemarketing for a while. I hated it, I found it very depressing to call so many people and only have like 5 want to talk to you.
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Post by Alan Fuckin' Alda on Jan 11, 2006 17:50:53 GMT -5
"Sometime in the 80’s, when pop country started to get real production values, Christian rock took over as the Special Olympics of music. "
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Post by UncleJager on Jan 12, 2006 9:59:07 GMT -5
"Sometime in the 80’s, when pop country started to get real production values, Xian rock took over as the Special Olympics of music. " Is that that shit all those hippies in 5points selling magazines are always pushing? If not... that shit should be up there in the hall of audio crap
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Post by Alan Fuckin' Alda on Jan 12, 2006 13:46:37 GMT -5
Hippies in 5 points selling magazines? Where are they, its been a while since I went on a hippy killing spree...
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Post by Sucosa on Jan 14, 2006 22:25:52 GMT -5
Does everyone have a 5 points in there city? we have one here too but it's in the hood.
lyrics ( just to add something relevant to the "songs or spam about songs" title) Imaginary- Evanescence ( this song makes me think of not enjoying work sometimes)
oh.. paper flowers oh.. paper flowers
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby flowers I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me flowers
Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos - your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby flowers I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me flowers
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The Goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby flowers I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me flowers
oh.. paper flowers oh.. paper flowers
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Post by Alan Fuckin' Alda on Jan 18, 2006 14:50:11 GMT -5
Yes yes on and on like the unabridged book of proper corpse handling all the scientists moved on to build the structure that at one time was unthinkable but had lately revealed itself to being an extraordinarily simple task that even a Parkinson's patient could handle it without going too far off the end of the pier and ruining all that had come before the giant 40 foot tall midget had destroyed most of what was left of Napolean's cheese grater.
Mashed Potatoes!
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Post by T. Miller on Jan 19, 2006 1:31:01 GMT -5
Screw the Spam.. it's all about the Mashed Potatoes....
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Post by Alan Fuckin' Alda on Jan 19, 2006 12:45:55 GMT -5
Mashed potatoes and spam - a fine meal for those with truly discerning palettes.
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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Jan 19, 2006 21:01:36 GMT -5
Screw the Spam.. it's all about the Mashed Potatoes.... Yeah well you're just lucky you're the god arround here, if i was more than the moses i . . . just . . . might . . not . . like that . . very much.
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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Jan 19, 2006 21:02:32 GMT -5
i like my pyramid thingy with the eye
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