Hollow
Struggling Artist
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Post by Hollow on Sept 28, 2006 12:28:03 GMT -5
Yep, they broke out "bless you boys". At least it's not as nauseating as "Hey hey Hockeytown". I would love to go to a playoff game. I'm heckling the hell out of the girl who has the tix at work. I work hard. I deserve them, dammit  |
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 28, 2006 12:42:34 GMT -5
Yep, they broke out "bless you boys". At least it's not as nauseating as "Hey hey Hockeytown". I would love to go to a playoff game. I'm heckling the hell out of the girl who has the tix at work. I work hard. I deserve them, dammit "Hey hey Hockeytown" wasn't as bad as "I Want Stanley". That was the worst. I can't believe they're using "Bless You Boys" again. That's 22 years old. They need something new. |
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 28, 2006 13:53:43 GMT -5
thorn's a freak, too, but i won't go into that yet cuz we're still dating... That'd be for the "Freaks You're Dating" board  |
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 28, 2006 14:04:00 GMT -5
You expect me to believe that this guy...  ...is a freak? I don't believe it. |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Sept 28, 2006 14:12:11 GMT -5
I think that wall behind him is colored in Spicy Thai Sunset.
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Post by tuneschick on Sept 28, 2006 14:48:06 GMT -5
I think that wall behind him is colored in Spicy Thai Sunset. Awesome, my name is catching on. |
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Hollow
Struggling Artist
Posts: 154
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Post by Hollow on Sept 28, 2006 16:08:29 GMT -5
Yep, they broke out "bless you boys". At least it's not as nauseating as "Hey hey Hockeytown". I would love to go to a playoff game. I'm heckling the hell out of the girl who has the tix at work. I work hard. I deserve them, dammit "Hey hey Hockeytown" wasn't as bad as "I Want Stanley". That was the worst. I can't believe they're using "Bless You Boys" again. That's 22 years old. They need something new. I forgot about "I want Stanley" uhggghgh puke. |
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Post by tuneschick on Sept 28, 2006 22:28:35 GMT -5
You know, it's bad enough that we turned the 'things I hate' board into the 'tuneschick's nail polish' board - but now you guys are turning the freak board into a sports board? For shame.
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 28, 2006 22:32:51 GMT -5
So get us back on track by telling us about a Freak You Dated.
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Post by tuneschick on Sept 28, 2006 22:38:38 GMT -5
I told you before - the guys I dated were not so much freaks as they were just stupid/drug-addicted and/or unfortunate choices in numerous other ways.
You've already heard about the beautiful but unbearably stupid hockey player. So do you want to hear about the manic-depressive classical pianist-cum-punk-rocker or the orange-haired freak whose father asked me out after we split? Or the guy who picked me up by throwing peanuts at me, or the guy who was actually engaged to a friend of mine? Excellent catches, all.
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Post by phil on Sept 28, 2006 22:39:52 GMT -5
Some people have all the fun ... !
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 28, 2006 22:46:50 GMT -5
the orange-haired freak whose father asked me out after we split? I want to hear about this guy. |
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Post by tuneschick on Sept 28, 2006 23:04:26 GMT -5
the orange-haired freak whose father asked me out after we split? I want to hear about this guy. Aw yeah, he was a favourite. Think I've talked about him before. I was 16 and in grade 11; he was 19 and in grade 12. Should have been my first hint. He had orange hair, seven earrings, combat boots nearly to his knees and wore these weird plaid pants to school all the time. Needless to say, my parents hated him. He once came to pick me up and my dad answered the door polishing a huge butcher knife. Horrifying at the time, awesome in retrospect. The guy was an idiot, but when I met his father I totally understood. His dad only had two fingers on his left hand - the index and the pinky - so it was like permanent devil horns. Also awesome in retrospect, but he used to point at me all the time with that hand and it scared me. He was also missing several teeth and was moderately cross-eyed and would sit waaaay too close to me on the couch when my boyfriend went to the bathroom or to get a snack. So the boyfriend was just your garden-variety fucking idiot who told me he loved me after dating a week. We only lasted about two months before I broke up with him to date the manic-depressive pianist. However - his father came to visit me at work after we split. I worked at a clothing store at the local mall. He actually came in and started telling me how sad he was that we split, that I wa ssuch a nice girl, that he was really hoping I'd be a part of the family (WTF?) - and then told me to call him anytime I wanted to get together for coffee and a "chat". Yeah. Because a 16-year-old girl is really looking to spill her guts to a perverted, leering 50-something freakshow who won't stop looking at her boobs. That's awesome. I really should have married into that family. I missed out. |
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Post by phil on Sept 29, 2006 6:38:08 GMT -5
Some people REALLY DO have all the fun ... !!
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Post by Ryosuke on Sept 29, 2006 6:42:45 GMT -5
Lecherous fiftysomethings....Phil?!
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