More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I say this because I think if I placed myself under a guillotine and instructed imi to decapitate me for crimes against humanity he still wouldn't do it. ^_^ Would you imipolex? *hug*
Decapitating you would do no good for anyone; besides, you haven't committed any crimes against humanity to speak of aside from maybe using that Crash Bandicoot avatar.
so I just dropped my heavy fucking laptop on my goddamn foot.
did it hurt?
no, it felt like the tongue of a young fawn tickling my foo--ONE OF MY TOENAILS IS GONE
While I have not personally experienced this, I have seen it happen to other people and it frigging sucks. Just make sure that nothing gets in the wound and bandage it carefully. It will grow back.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Decapitating you would do no good for anyone; besides, you haven't committed any crimes against humanity to speak of aside from maybe using that Crash Bandicoot avatar.
But Crash Bandicoot was one of my fave games as a child. :/
Sure, your early 20s sucked. You didn’t get along with your dad and had problems landing a girlfriend. Day jobs sucked and your first car payment ($251 a month, big whoop) was a blow to your youth. You were not bound for artistic greatness, and no one understood where you were coming from. These are emotions most young men experienced. Does that mean you should have made a shoddily-crafted CD/Book package in order to elicit some type of profit from these feelings? No it doesn’t, but William Flegal did.
Anecdotally, Flegal says sometimes a 19-year-old kid from the midwest will email him upon discovering the album and sing its praises. They will then ask where they can “get more stuff like it.” Reluctantly he tries to sell them whatever new project he is hocking, telling them, “It doesn’t really sound like that stuff at all, but it’s still a way to support me.” The youth is usually polite enough to buy the new project, but as Flegal laments, both parties are usually disappointed in the transaction. Flegal is disappointed with the realization that only teenagers are interested in his work, whereas the buyer is disappointed in Flegal’s lack of enthusiasm for his early work as it becomes realized the “artistic statements” were nothing more than adolescent hiccups and with this, the buyer has to face that they, too, are descending into the twilight of their own creative output.
And in the end that’s all REGRET™ Instruction Manual Issue One comes across as: Immature, momentary, easily dismissed. The project may have been better served in remaining in his mother’s basement.
no actually wait i did flip my pillow over once but that was that time when i woke up still kinda drunk and was like 'oh i guess my head hadnt stopped bleeding woops too late to do anything about it now' and flipped it over. it was still wet. i ended up with both pillows bloodstained. that was good times. sort of. it was my 19th birthday actually
one of my flatmates had pushed me into a road (thats why i was bleeding)
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is her motto
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
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just like Math Rock
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I thought it be genre
Patchy is clearly trying to attract Marisa
He's the musical equivalent of OK Cola.
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Been ill for the past few days. Spent yesterday and Tuesday in bed, trying to sleep away my cold. I'm feeling a bit better now.
How are you?
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literally never done this and dont understand it
it is terrible when any part of your bed is cold
this is truth
no actually wait i did flip my pillow over once but that was that time when i woke up still kinda drunk and was like 'oh i guess my head hadnt stopped bleeding woops too late to do anything about it now' and flipped it over. it was still wet. i ended up with both pillows bloodstained. that was good times. sort of. it was my 19th birthday actually
one of my flatmates had pushed me into a road (thats why i was bleeding)