Mad Max
Tert Player
BLAM, STOP!! BLAM, BLAM. OR I'LL SHOOT
Posts: 117
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Post by Mad Max on Apr 15, 2005 5:40:44 GMT
How is the eskelim now days Chirugal?
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Post by Chirugal on Apr 15, 2005 9:53:20 GMT
It's annoyed because half the pics I've put up on this site are red x'ing... *grrr* Other than that, it's as healthy as ever. Can't keep a good woman down, all that crap...
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Mad Max
Tert Player
BLAM, STOP!! BLAM, BLAM. OR I'LL SHOOT
Posts: 117
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Post by Mad Max on Aug 7, 2005 13:49:21 GMT
You know you'r a Parrish Verse fan when:
You have to keep explaining to your friends that Crash Delux in neither a new Rave drug, or the newest burger at Hungry Jacks / Burger King.
The second site you visit once returning to the country and after hotmail is Torleys.
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Post by Chirugal on Aug 8, 2005 11:08:36 GMT
Ooh, what a compliment! *tries to imagine Crash Deluxe as a burger and cracks up* "The new Crash Deluxe at Burger King - now with 20% extra dizzies!"
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Post by stellar on Oct 3, 2007 10:10:01 GMT
You know you'r a Parrish Verse fan when:
Your bedroom has an escape hatch.
You go away for a week and find a bimbo living in your place and shagging your best friend.
Cosmetic surgery to make you gorgeous isn't vanity, it's necessity.
Ultralights are objects of fear. Deep, terrifying fear.
You own a set of pink, thigh-high heeled boots. And you're male. And not a crossdresser.
The bars you frequent can be hosed down instead of vacuumed come cleaning time.
You stop and adopt random animals, children and mutants.
You stop wearing g-strings in favour of underwear that don't leave teeth marks.
You have to have sex. NOW.
(I'll add more. I am only just getting started.)
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Post by Sheyana on Oct 3, 2007 23:32:40 GMT
hahaha, it's good to have you around Stellar! I'd have to say that the boots one is the best of that lot!! ;D
Can't think of any at the moment, I'll have to get back to this one.
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Post by stellar on Oct 4, 2007 9:44:58 GMT
But wait, there's more:
You can open tins of food by the augmentations in your fingers.
Immigrants worship you in the street. (I HATE it when that happens...)
Your sleeping quarters are smaller than you are.
You are a person of less than conventional or ambiguous gender who names their online login as a character from a novel of less than conventional or ambiguous gender.
Your chances of making it through a metal detector on the first pass are nonexistant.
Seedpods can be used as flotation devices.
Your mortal enemy is the only guy that ever turns you on.
You have a very camp friend. He can decorate. Or fly hovercrafts. Or manipulate armed confrontations.
The place you live in is an abreviation.
I think that's enough for now.
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Post by stellar on Sept 22, 2008 13:54:42 GMT
You know you're a Parrishverse fan when:
Men can wear silk pants and still be considered manly.
Surfers aren't himbos. And have business sense that would make Donald Trump look like a bleeding-heart liberal.
You don't like your skin so much that you skip right past the botox and laser and just get it all peeled off.
A journalist that does not carry destructive weapons is just a lightweight.
An athelete with all their body-parts intact is ALSO a lightweight. (LONG LIVE THE PARALYMPICS!)
You trip, fall down a sewer grate and find a body builder living down there.
COME ON!
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