I seriously just fucked up bigtime.

[rustoffa]

the little woman just told the fat dude that our dog has a high metabolism!!!

[MERRYKISSMASS2U]

Wouldn't have happened on a Mac ;P


Flappo, as I write to you from my 24'' iMac, I am fucking converted.

[rustoffa]

rnjoy it....hangon

[MERRYKISSMASS2U]

Originally posted by Golden AWe
I must admit I've copied some ideas from here to a finnish hockey board...there, if you break the rules, they first ban you for a week, or a month...they don't push you totally out immediately. It's a pretty serious site.

I've been pushing my limits but only received a one-week ban for commenting like a mod, warning about "chat-messages" (how wild!).

They also ban you if they find out your IP has an alias.

The reason I wanna stay on that site is the enormous amount of war/history fanatics! Some intelligent, well-read people there talking about the history of tanks, the historical relationship between finland and Russia, the situation in Israel, etc...everything.

What site is this? Is it in English? I can't get enough Russian history.

[rustoffa]

Here's a few lowlights:

"Why don't you ask the fucker with the 4-stroke about it?"

"Is that a boxer?"

fuckyou

"Where's the fat motherfucker!!??"


hangh on

[rustoffa]

This shit is over....like literally. The porch light is out.

[rustoffa]

October 2, 2007:

Have you turned on the evening news lately? Yeah, me neither. See, I've been dealing with my broken fucking leg. That's right, laying on the sofa with a broken leg has a strikingly profound effect on one's interest in current events. Does healing have a direct correlation to sloth? Do the constant, dulling sensations of pain make one crave anything in HIGH DEFINITION?

Maybe.

Earlier today, I had the scheduled chance to visit a bone and joint specialist. Nothing at all to do with rock and roll......a PHYSICIAN. The waiting room at the specialist's office was nothing short of spectacular. Honestly, why in the fuck would anyone pick up a goddamned magazine? Wheelchairs are the new gocarts....casts' are flamboyant accessories! This dude two chairs away asked me about the brace on my leg....like, "what's up with that?" I went, "I've got this insane high leg fracture, how 'bout you?" He goes, "my old lady has a broken pelvis, there ain't nothin' wrong with me." Right after that particularly riveting exchange, a lady called my name. Sure, it's happened before, but not in a waiting room.

Walking into the sterile confines of a specialists' inner sanctum ain't for the faint of heart. *thanks dude in the waiting room* "GO THERE." "GO DOWN THERE AND GET A MOTHERFUCKING X-RAY." Fairly impersonal stuff. After getting a motherfucking x-ray, and going back there, I had no choice but to wait on the specialist. After a few minutes, the fucker walks in, looks at the motherfucking x-ray, and tells me that my broken fucking leg is barely healing!! I went, "I've been experiencing sharp pains, and drinking alot of beer." He kinda laughed, and asked me if I'd been keeping my weight off my leg. I made a joke about that being redundant, and he said I should get a cane if I didn't like the crutch. Just this full-on scolding look to boot. I assured him that I would.

Thirty or so minutes later, I call the little woman and ask her to stop by the GOODWILL on her way home.....to buy me a cane. She fucking LAUGHED-OUT-LOUD!!! This response didn't sit well with me....what the fuck happened to "in sickness and in health"? So she calls me back from the thrift store.....*laughing* "they're all out of canes." After hanging up immediately, I decided to drive to the CVS.

"Do y'all sell walking canes?" That's what I asked the vapid bitch behind the counter. She goes, "who's it for?" I went, "it's for me....do I need a prescription?" She goes, "naw, why do you need a cane?" Unfuckingbelievable. After a deep breath, I aksed to speak to her manager. This fat motherfucking bitch eventually waddles out of some CVS wormhole somewhere.....goes, "what's the problem?" I told her that her daughter was being rude to me, and wouldn't tell me where the motherfucking walking canes were. The fat motherfucking manager goes, "that ain't my daughter, don't you watch the evening news?....the walking canes are over by the pharmacy."

I eventually found the walking canes, and had to check-out via the aforementioned vapid bitch behind the counter. She asked me why I needed the cane again, and I told her that I had a broken leg. "Rally?" "REALLY." She seemed genuinely concerned for a second, and I told her that I enjoyed meeting her and her mom.

On my way towards the door, she goes "You're a fucking dumbass."