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Post by Knuckles on May 26, 2005 11:37:22 GMT -5
indeed... now if i knew girsls liek tht... *drifts into daydream*
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Post by Vilex on May 26, 2005 12:40:56 GMT -5
..Only if I was there. Too bad everyone is preppy and good girls here.. I can never have any fun in this dump  . I'm -so- taking a road trip to where you live Xero, when I get my license that is.  |
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Post by Xzero on May 26, 2005 14:55:26 GMT -5
YOu know what Xero. Wtf is your name?
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Post by Xero Bloodline on May 26, 2005 22:23:32 GMT -5
Vilex: You can come, but you're not old enough to come to work with me, so don't even think about it. @xzero: Vilex, answer that one for me, apparently he doesn't know the deal.....
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Post by Sonic on May 27, 2005 21:19:53 GMT -5
..Only if I was there. Too bad everyone is preppy and good girls here.. So is everyone preppy in Illinois Vilex? Dude.... u GOTTA come to Elizabeth... jeez its the total opposite here man |
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Post by Xero Bloodline on May 31, 2005 13:24:51 GMT -5
Chronicle 12: God I love Peanut Butter This one's short, but worth telling. Last night was dead, deader than Vanilla Ice's career. The only people in there were were some friends of the boss who were having a party, so you know they weren't paying for a damn thing. They'd tip the girls every now and then, which is unusual for boss's friends. Well, I was sitting in the DJ booth talkin to my bro, when I looked up at the stage to see a very interesting sight. One of the men in the party was tipping the stripper, while his wife put peanut butter on the strippers nipples, then proceeded to lick them off, and all this is happening on the main stage. Grant it this is very illegal, and we could all go to jail for this, but when the boss and asst. manager are sitting there watching it and laughing too, what can you do? But now, maybe all of you will share my appreciation for peanut butter just a little bit more.  |
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Post by darkreaver on May 31, 2005 13:59:41 GMT -5
lol.. The x toy of the year, peanut butter.
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Post by Knuckles on May 31, 2005 15:04:37 GMT -5
i now love PB a lot more
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Post by Sonic on May 31, 2005 15:31:57 GMT -5
lol Xero u always seem to have new adventures with whores lol ur job is kewl
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Post by Knuckles on May 31, 2005 15:42:49 GMT -5
they're not so much "whores" as strippers... one is worse than the other
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Post by Vilex on May 31, 2005 16:29:57 GMT -5
Strippers - someone who uses there talent such as there body to make money, in a entertaining way. Whores - Well.. They just like to have sex, and yet still get paid. There is a difference.  . How amusing Xero. To see someone get peanut butter licked off them, i'm surprised you didn't jump in there too  |
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Post by Xero Bloodline on May 31, 2005 16:45:51 GMT -5
Eh, I didn't wanna interrupt the action. Besides, the girl that had the peanut butter on her nipples, I really don't like. And don't call them whores ever again people, they're not. They're strippers, exotic dancers, but don't call em whores. I'll admit some of them may be, but a few of these girls are actually respectable women, just trying to make a dollar in a military town.
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Post by Sonic on May 31, 2005 19:46:04 GMT -5
I guess i can see that, sorry bout that whores comment ^^:
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Post by Xero Bloodline on Jun 12, 2005 12:39:39 GMT -5
Chronicle 13: "Liquor, I just met her!" Well, I told some of you that I was going to the club Thursday to get drunk, and I did. Me and the bartender, Morgan, decided to have Experiment Night. I had 8 different mixed drinks, all of them having at least 2 different shots in the mix, maybe more. Usually, alot of different liquors is really bad for you, not to mention the shots of Jager I took just for the hell of it, but I didn't hurl or nothin, and didn't even have much of a hangover the next morning. But this story really isn't about me getting drunk on Thursday, its really about my brother getting drunk on Friday. I was working, and he walked back to the VIP room around 11:30, didn't say anything, just handed me his keys and walked out. I knew we were in for trouble then. About an hour later I walk out to check on him, and he's already pretty hammered, as well as the asst. manager. Turns out, his favorite waitress was working that night. So everytime she walked by, he'd get a body shot of Jager from her. For those who don't understand, let me explain a body shot. The waitress sits on your lap, places the shot glass within her cleavage, and you get to remove the shot glass from her cleavage with your mouth. Apparently she walked by alot, cause by 2:00, my brother was stumbling around the whole club. Every now and then he'd stop by the VIP room, yell "G-u-NIT!!" then leave. You guys don't know my brother, but he's a better musician than I, and a blues man til the bitter end. Rap and hip hop are the last things he'll ever listen to, so I hope you see the irony in this. Finally, after he's done flirting with all the waitresses and I can get him out the door, we leave for breakfast. When we get there, he tells me to go on in while he finishes his cigarette. I go in, order our food, get our food, eat my food, talk to some friends, and my bro never came in. So I get his food to go, pay for it, and proceed to take my passed-out brother home. However, he does wake up long enough to hurl out the window as we ride down the road. When we get to his house, he insists that he's alright, for me to go on in, and he'll be there shortly. I come back out 3 times to check on him, and he tells me the same thing. When I wake up the next morn..er...afternoon, he's still in the truck, and hung over like you wouldn't believe. That should teach you kids, drink responsibly, or puke your brains out. |
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Post by Knuckles on Jun 12, 2005 13:52:30 GMT -5
mmmm..... body shots from pretty girls... |
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. I'm -so- taking a road trip to where you live Xero, when I get my license that is. 
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