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The General posted:I know I'm late, but I have to disagree with this statement. Sometimes it's out of your hands. Crazy will drive around all night and day. Crazy will comb through telephone books, knock on doors. Crazy will go back to the bar and interview everyone. Unless you're on a layover or spending a day in another time zone, do not put your dick in crazy. Because crazy never stops.
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Blue Moonlight posted:Did she a l w a y s t y p e l i k e t h i s before her schizophrenia manifested? She has a quote "Obama phone" and that's why she says its all hosed up. She got a new number and started texting me. She hasn't reached quotable yet, but she's almost there, maybe another ignored message away or two.
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skeemon posted:Oh poo poo forgot about this saga. Glad 2 see u alive and postin' HP. I'm not even disappointed about the lack of pep anymore. This thread delivered and now we're all basking in the beautiful afterglow. The pep.png will be my banme when the jump light comes on, line up and hook in to land where we may.
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Solice Kirsk posted:Set up a deadman's switch to post it thousands of times in the event of your ban. I have avoided bans by following the rules of the forum.
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Viva Miriya posted:What's the situation with greedo butthole? Is imminent death still on the horizon or you good? She took a bus to Delaware, she's supposedly got some court stuff to do there. I've probably got a few months left. My friend at the bank told me she had a freak out there and took off her clothes in the lobby and did handstands, then put her skirt back on and ran through a car wash at a gas station. They are looking for her locally now, as she has a warrant. Like that's ever stopped her.
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Dr. Gitmo Moneyson posted:When are we gonna get more schizo texts? Or is she doing better now? I'll post them if they show up. I figure, might as well have a few laughs before I get murdered.
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I'm at school. School where I was from was some barn with tables and you were expected to pretty much teach yourself, like, with a lesson plan. The owner of this school worked for Mr. Straka, who was a pretty successful dairyman, and his employees did pretty decent for themselves, and had nice trucks and even small dairies of their own. Anyway, school was sort of informal. Kids would arrive around 5 am to 7 am, get their lesson plans and then study until noon. Some kids went home and worked, others hung out on the playground and played games like pepper or climbed on the monkey bars that Mr Jabcik welded. It was beautiful and tall, painted red and very sturdy. I loved baseball, and playing pepper was great, we'd get enough kids playing then we'd go over to the diamond and hit the ball around. We had an old fella who played professional baseball back in the early part of the century. He lost his whole arm in a trolley accident. He'd teach us all these old time games. We just called him "Red". He married a lady over in Harbine. She taught at the school and also cooked. Nice lady. Hungarian. So I'm climbing up the monkey bars and this was a tall structure, too. Got up to the second tier and there's this tugging on my pant leg. It's the quiet kid at the school, I was friends with his older brother. Everyone thought there was something wrong with this kid, he never spoke. So I glance down and then look up and away to try and climb up another level, but now he's got both of my feet firmly in his hands and he starts to walk backwards. My arms are stretched and I struggle a little and now I'm nearly 45 degrees out. I said "let go!" and started hollering. I guess no one noticed. This kid holding my feet said "let go". And I said "Hell no". And I held on for as long as I could. Then my hands gave out. The sun was beating on me. The iron was hot. It was torture. I fell and bashed my face on the lower rung, knocking me out and breaking my jaw, my nose and I lost several teeth. His father drove over and they both apologized to me and brought over a pie and some runzas. But I knew he was a psychopath. Stone cold blue eyes and a shock of blonde hair. He's now doing life in Colorado for murdering some old lady. Anyway later in high school I gave him a hard foul playing basketball and he later stabbed me in the locker room, or actually slashed me across the upper thigh with a grape hook, which we would bend to cut corn or keep straight and use it to cut rope. It wasn't deep, but that wasn't very pleasant. He went off to a reformatory after that. I didn't see him again until recently when he got sent to prison for life. I had a point and it's oh yeah please don't poo poo up this thread.
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