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chegitz guevara
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Ft. Lauderdale, FL Communist Party of Apolyton
Jun 2000
time: 00:30
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The only real blog I keep up with is www.zeldman.com, which is a industry leader's blog. Jeffrey Zeldman has had a lot of influence on my art and design, but I doubt he's all that interesting to others.
edit :link fixed
Last edited by chegitz guevara on 20-09-2003 at 07:28
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Bereta_Eder
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quote:
Originally posted by Lazarus and the Gimp
I was considering doing a blog. |
Instead of a blog you could create a website and put all your texts in their. With nice pictures etc. I'm sure plenty of people would help for the website if you ask.
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Oerdin
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of Internet Music.
Sep 2001
time: 21:30
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quote:
Originally posted by chegitz guevara
It's not that funny. More like slightly amusing. |
Not all of them are funny but the bold typed ones are great as are several of the reader submissions. Here's one of my favorite reader submissions:
quote:
I'm sitting in my final period class--study hall 'cause I'm a lazy SOB-- listening to the tard in my class babble on about nothing in particular and occasionally laugh that goofy tard laugh.
You have to understand: this is in rural Pennsylvania, a few miles outside of Gettysburg, so not only is the kid retarded, but he's a redneck military lunatic. He has this camoflauge backpack that he carries with him and talks to all the time (its name, apparently, is "Commander"-- I can't make this **** up).
Anyway, he had just come from P.E. class, and he smelled worse than usual. I mean, he usually smelled like a tard that never bathed and had just taken P.E., but-- ****, today it was really bad. One of the *******s in the class (a senior) looks at him and asks why he smells so bad.
"Not me," he says.
"Not you? Then what smells so bad?"
"Lieutenant."
"Lieutenant?"
"Yup."
At this, the tard proceeds to reach into his backpack and pull out a skinned squirrel. I'm not shitting you. The thing smells like it's been in his backpack for a couple of days at this point. So he pulls this thing out of his tardpack and then--AND THEN--he starts to ****ing GNAW on the squirrel's head.
Christ, it was disgusting. By this point, girls have run screaming from the room, and at least one of the guys has puked. The "study hall supervisor" (also our P.E. instructor) comes back from the bathroom amid all the racket. He comes in and sees the tard chewing on something and decides to confront the tard about it (against the rules to have food, you know).
"Hey, whatcha got the--OH, ****." He immediately goes into deal-with-the-****ing-tard mode and soothingly coaxes the tard into removing the squirrel from his mouth.
The tard complies, then looks right in the supervisor's eyes and says, deadpan, "Commander doesn't like Lieutenant." I don't know what happened to him after that; he was transferred out of study hall and kept in the all-tard classes from then on.
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19-09-2003 06:40
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