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my weekend... friday, run out to the bar to meet a friend for a few pints and watch some hockey. met a girl. went back to her place. saturday, a friend of mine picks me up and takes me to san francisco for another friends birthday. run into a girl i haven't seen in ten years. went back to her place....

and i got a dope new cell phone.
but i'm afraid it's a little smarter than me.

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the highlight of my day was realizing that some day all the men on this board (except mr john) are gonna gang rape the shit our of chickenmug.
and we'll all cum in her hair.

dude...
no god damn way.
his little tag line...

"Artist, Performer, Adonis"

too fucking good.

ha!
someone needs their fingers cut off and their pencils broken.

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i want to be that drunk right now!

can't reach this stupid knife.

i think i'm gonna go to the bar now.

timezones are the work of the devil.

nobody can take away my hooker rights. NOBODY.

shit.
i just ran out of beer.
that was just bad planning.
how does one run out of beer at two in the afternoon?
damn it!

of course not.
mothers can't be nerds. they're MOMS.
women give up all nerdhood when they spit eight pounds of flesh out of their vaginas.
it's in the bible.

man, i feel like a jerk after posting that.

the million nerd march.

what what
in my butt
what what
in my butt
you wanna do it in my butt
in my butt

just one last night.
the dumb interweb won't let me post a single asterick.

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do i still have to be specific when i have a highlight?
it always involves drunk girls. from now on i'll just post an asterick when i have an enjoyable casual fling with some random floozy.

rikki rockett is a wombat?

i thought posting about my ginormous member would have been the highlight of your life...

someone's spreading a rumor about me.
a girl i've met once or twice came up to me the other night and said "you're phil, right? someone told me you have a really big cock."

i licked a hymen this morning.

i like whiskey, bronze sailboats and drunk mod girls.

just about done with "the flounder" by gunter grass.
great read. lots of recipes for potato soup. some good poems mixed in. lots of talk about dishwashers and three breasted cave women.

i lost my copy of this years ago...
rick... you might have my book.

by the way...

i completely forgot about the plans for the jimmy death anthem.
think i lost my notes for it in the divorce.