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Name: davidd
Birthday: 6/12/1986
Interests: treasure, movies, lot of music, and also big boobs.
Expertise: doin hw, readin books, you know that normal sexy shit..
Occupation: Customer service/support
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Member Since:
1/19/2002
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| the apple jacks commercials were too fuken hilarious... i dont know how i got to thinking about htem but..lol
every other month, they would have a new one, with a new expert, and
the kids are like.. you're not that great.. matter fact, you suck, and
we're much cooler. we're kids!
high-fiving each other talkin bout "we can't get enough of this fuken cereal!!"
this is from wikipedia (the most realiable source on this planet):
"A television ad campaign in the 1990s featured rebellious children
expressing their allegiance to Apple Jacks, apple flavor or not,
proclaiming, "We eat what we like!" Around the same time, similar ad
campaigns for Twix and Bubble Tape focused on kids' ability to make their own choices, regardless of whether or not these choices made sense to parents."
if i were a dad, i'd get mad heated...
"you can't make any choices that don't make sense to me, your brain is still pretty much a chicken nugget"
"but dad...."
"shut tha fuk up RIGHT THIS FUKEN MINUTE!"
jk i would never say that, only if i was drunk and i had just beat my wife, and had nothing else to do
jk that's horrible
not kidding about how ill dark knight was tho... that shit was crazy..
when we got to freshmeadows cinema or whatever its called.. it was
already packed, so we had to sit allllll the way in the front... ryan
called it "the ghetto imax" cuz the screen was literally just sitting
on top of our faces like a cucumber melon facial wrap
SPOILER WARNING (highlight this part):
let's take a minute and laugh at everyone who didn't see this yet.
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| When birds chirp. Do you hear song? I sure as hell don't, and I might be the only one listening. They're speaking to one another, telling each other about how the worm is one slippery little bastard, how building a nest is a pain in the ass, 'I think I'm balding, is it noticeable? Look at these feathers.' I don't want to be shouting on somebody because I'm angry as hell, and have somebody who doesn't understand my language comment on how my song reminds him of Spring. Suck my fat bird dick cuz ain't a damn thing funny. It's 4 AM, can i live?
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| I wake up every morning screaming. My wife is a vegetarian. One Saturday afternoon, she takes our 6 year old son to the movie theatre while I'm at work. No harm done. Wait, what's the movie called again? Veggietales?! FUCK! It's 11pm but I don't care. I run to his room and shake him awake like the house is on fire. He's not even out of the bed yet and I'm helping him into his jeans. I stick his little arms into the holes in his jacket until I see his hands emerge from the other end. We're out the door like the house is on fire. I still hear her screaming out at me as I buckle the seat belt for my son. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and says "where are we going daddy?". McDonald's, son, McDonald's. He nods his head and after a pause he says, "I forgot my shoes". It's okay son, everything is fine now, I set the house on fire.
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