[POL SC1482} Dan zul je zelf een titel moeten verzinnen.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 16:24 schreef Boze_Appel het volgende:

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Je moet wat doen met je vrije tijd.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 18:27 schreef sigme het volgende:

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Blauwvingers !

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 19:09 schreef Aaahikwordgek het volgende:

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Ga maar eens vroeg naar bed, jongen.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 19:54 schreef pberends het volgende:

De Neppe Shit Show -MasterMovies

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 20:11 schreef Aoristus het volgende:

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Dat is al een jaar oud.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 20:11 schreef Aoristus het volgende:

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Dat is al een jaar oud.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 20:16 schreef Apropos het volgende:

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Die Rik Mayalltroep waarmee jij steeds op de proppen komt, is nog veel ouder.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 20:22 schreef pberends het volgende:

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Zal best. Hij is masterlijk!

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 15:34 schreef MrX1982 het volgende:
Het uitgaansleven is onbekend bij de CU. Die mensen liggen zaterdagavond keurig vroeg op bed zodat ze zondag fris en fruitig in de kerkbankjes kunnen zitten.

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Medewerkers van energiebedrijf Electrabel in Antwerpen keken wel vreemd op toen de mannen de karrenvracht aan muntjes vrijdag in hun hal kwamen storten. Het bedrijf aanvaardde de betaling echter wel. De munten waren samen 931,02 euro waard.

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Oh, I see how it is. This is how it's going to be, eh? I birth the brainchild that gives this thread, this concept, the very strands of the story itself, a new, roaring, raging life, actually breathing with my own lungs of genius wind, the sweet breeze of total resurrection into this thread with my glorious vision to distribute the tasks amongst the most brilliant, dedicated and creative of the readership...

THIS is how you repay me, the father and architect of Plan D? By giving the responsibility for our very own Revenant's actions, his words, his bold typeface to other people for distribution? Our Johnny, and his Grecian Loa is now in the hands of, Obtsu, Weekly Font, and God help us, Motherfucking Katiekawaii? Why not just turn the thread over to "tato chips jones", a first-posting threadshitter, while we're at it? Let's just wipe our asses with our creation, let's print it out, wipe our hemorrhoidal dingleberries onto the paper, and then scan and repost the entire thread as a shit-smeared PDF, without benefit of OCR translation?

Well, FUCK YOU, then, James K. Polk.

That's right. I said fuck you, Buddy. Fuck you long, hard, and often, in a painful, rectally penetrative fashion, with no option of pleasure or enjoyment, just raw flesh twisting and ripping. That's the kind of "fuck you" I'm talking about. I'm not talking about a slow, gentle bittersweet goodbye between the sheets on a Saturday afternoon, with your first girlfriend, now your ex, but back together one more time before she moves away to Chicago with her fiancee, just so you'll never forget how good it used to be when you were both 17 and so in love, and thought it would last forever, and the gleam in your eyes would never tarnish, and when she's done crying into your chest, she thanks you, and kisses you once more before she gathers her things quickly, dresses, and leaves your life forever.

That's not the kind of "fuck" I mean when I put the "fuck" in "fuck you", James K. Polk.

I'm talking about the most brutal kind of prison sex ever imagined by hardened convicts, lifers without parole who look at the neck of a broken bottle and a broomstick as sweet foreplay for a fresh little girl like you. Sweet and tight as a woman, they think, once they get you gentled enough, and willing. You're going to have to envision sex as simple rape, for the remainder of your life, no matter who you're with or why, after this session of degradation, the hours of painful, forced humiliation at the hands of a skinhead named Lucas, who goes by "Ace" when he's inside. He's got one good eye, 8 inches - around, and a full load of daddy issues, but that's OK, he whispers into your ear, because you can carry the load for a while.

That's the kind of "fuck" I mean when I state "fuck you, man, for leaving me out of your thread, for keeping me barred from the creative masterpiece I would have wrought with the simple clay placed before me." I would have created the gods themselves, rendered their purest earthly translation into text for you, for this thread, and you spat upon me, and turned to others for your necessity. After all I did for you, after my tireless, unending contribution, this is how you thank me for the blood I sweated?

FUCK.

YOU.

Nah, I'm just kidding around, good luck to the new guys, and keep the updates coming! I wanna see how this ends, and hope the ARG stuff develops again.

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Op zaterdag 19 juli 2008 21:52 schreef du_ke het volgende:

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!!! De verhalen van halverwege de dienst op zondagmorgen de, al strategisch achterin de kerk verkozen, positie verlaten om even in de bosjes te brokkelen komen vrij regelmatig voorbij .