It turns out that possibly (?) ousted nutjob Libyan dictator Moammar Gaddafi kept a big ol' catalogue of fap fuel made up of Condoleezza Rice photo scrapbooks hidden in his torture castle.
I been clickity clicking away looking for Princess Sparkle Pony on this very important pre-9/11 anniversary thread. Damn, I miss him. I made an actual diplomat choke up with laughter when I posed us in two matching armchairs. Thank you! Sparkle Pony! You taught me so much. I wish I could embed "To Sir With Love" MP3 right here:)
Were those the boots she bought during Hurricane Katrina? We are living in magical times. Yesterday I noticed a poster for Bush's 911 interview for the National Geographic show. They are using that faked photo of him on the plane going somewheres. And then I got off the subway and then it earthquaked and now it's hurricaning. Good times.
Actually somewhere, analog photos I took but decided not to use against her because a few weeks later I took a job 800 miles away. I prefer not to go digging for them, I know all of her other stuff is in some box in the attic.
I suppose it depends on what circles you frequent.
We had met at Burning Man in 96 and by 99 we were living together but by then she had consumed vast quantities of drugs from DMT to cocaine and back again. I dabbled but never really went whole hog except on marijuana. Looking back these 13 years and I was a pretty shitty boyfriend but this was also my first major relationship outside of high school so c'est la vie.
Have you ever seen what a spurned artist is capable of ?
First live in GF was a fine arts major: break up with her after 2 years of her not paying her half of rent/expenses and she proceeds to break all my CDs in half while I am at work so her hands are bleeding, this gives her enough blood to work with to write insane threats on the wall of our bedroom about her brothers hunting me down and killing me, along with some other disturbing imagery of what I found out later was her "aborting" me as a flower or some insanity like that.
There is a gallery that would love to see all that. Photos?
I been clickity clicking away looking for Princess Sparkle Pony on this very important pre-9/11 anniversary thread. Damn, I miss him. I made an actual diplomat choke up with laughter when I posed us in two matching armchairs. Thank you! Sparkle Pony! You taught me so much. I wish I could embed "To Sir With Love" MP3 right here:)
Were those the boots she bought during Hurricane Katrina? We are living in magical times. Yesterday I noticed a poster for Bush's 911 interview for the National Geographic show. They are using that faked photo of him on the plane going somewheres. And then I got off the subway and then it earthquaked and now it's hurricaning. Good times.
So you are saying that this affected Lou Sarah? I'm glad I found out. I will mail her some monies.
That's right. I spent a week with them in Tahiti. It was stranger than you will ever know. I got the whole story.
i'm sorry did i just link to 'foreign affairs' or WTF??!?!?!
i would like to point out that steve jobs is still leaving and jennifer garner is still pregnant again.
jeeez.
these things never really end well do they?
your head on pike and your porn scattered all over the internet where your 3024 descendants can pick over them.
Actually somewhere, analog photos I took but decided not to use against her because a few weeks later I took a job 800 miles away. I prefer not to go digging for them, I know all of her other stuff is in some box in the attic.
Why do people keep every crazy exes stuff?
I suppose it depends on what circles you frequent.
We had met at Burning Man in 96 and by 99 we were living together but by then she had consumed vast quantities of drugs from DMT to cocaine and back again. I dabbled but never really went whole hog except on marijuana. Looking back these 13 years and I was a pretty shitty boyfriend but this was also my first major relationship outside of high school so c'est la vie.
Ugh...I liked her better as a lesbian.
Just waiting for British helicopters to be flying over Tripoli playing Benny Hill like some sort of absurdist Apocalypse Now.
Have you ever seen what a spurned artist is capable of ?
First live in GF was a fine arts major: break up with her after 2 years of her not paying her half of rent/expenses and she proceeds to break all my CDs in half while I am at work so her hands are bleeding, this gives her enough blood to work with to write insane threats on the wall of our bedroom about her brothers hunting me down and killing me, along with some other disturbing imagery of what I found out later was her "aborting" me as a flower or some insanity like that.
Fine arts is bedlam.
Eeccch.
No exceptions.
Does it have to be one word?
Worship the boots of Fix the gap-toothed grin of
We scare ourselves, sometimes. Not often, but sometimes.