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The details of my life are quite inconsequential...
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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wtf are u on an acid trip
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Thanks for sharing your remarkable life...........
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I love the smell of napalm in the morning?
We did this a few weeks ago.
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That's not your mother, it's a man, baby!
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What's the other thing that scares you?
Carnies, circus folk, nomads, you know? Smell like cabbage, small hands. -
Re: The details of my life are quite inconsequential...
 Originally Posted by jtaconutz Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. Dude...change out your bong water! You can have it Fast, Cheap, Reliable.....Please pick TWO! -
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this might be the wierdest thread ive seen on here fdup
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They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety. - Benjamin Franklin 1775 -
Re: The details of my life are quite inconsequential...
 Originally Posted by SmokinH2O Dude...change out your bong water!  I love how everyone who doesn't get the joke assumes the OP is a crack head. I guess I would too.
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 Originally Posted by Al_4_State I love how everyone who doesn't get the joke assumes the OP is a crack head. I guess I would too. so clue me in........ whats the joke?
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 Originally Posted by CYCRAZY so clue me in........ whats the joke? I also would like to be clued in. It's got to be something movie-related.
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