What Are You Doing Right Now? (178 Viewers)

[Martin]

I didn't go in. They thought it was pretty funny when I asked them for Anne Franks house tho

That's a lost opportunity. Now we don't know if it's a good sauna. Maybe it's just lukewarm.

 

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[ZoSo]

dat feel when almost having car accident when 10/10 is walking on side of road with see through top big teddies jiggling :sergoi:

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It's 6 AM again, and it's Wednesday. At this time I should have been sleeping for hours, but I can't. It has been this way for weeks. No matter how many times I try to close my eyes, the same picture keeps popping up. That horrible picture I received on a cold day in December just before Christmas. I only vaguely remember the time before I first saw the picture, but I would like to think of it as a happy time in my life. Before, I was able to appreciate the little things in life, like the color of the sky or the shape of the clouds. Or at least that's what I think I did. But I can't be sure. When I try to concentrate on past events, my mind slips back to that horrible picture and I find my body freezing.

I still remember when I first saw the picture. Naively, I thought the notification on my screen, indicating that I had received a personal message, was a good thing. ALC had written a nice message to me, I thought. Looking back, that might have been the last time I smiled. But when I opened the message and saw the picture, my brief moment of happiness felt like a distant past. Instead, there it was. The picture that I still can't forget. No matter how much I try. You could say the picture shows a girl and a bell pepper together, but that would be degrading to the bell pepper. In fact, it would be an insult to its existence. When I think of what happened to that poor bell pepper, I, for some reason, think of my old apartment in the northern part of Copenhagen, or, rather, the rubbish chute in my old apartment. What happened to that poor bell pepper was not unlike what could happen to a trash bag after a long, lazy weekend. But while I did feel bad for forcing my stuffed trash bags into the tiny rubbish chute, it was no comparison to what happened to the bell pepper. To see that fresh, tasty, red bell pepper being forced into that tiny girl is a sight I don't think I'll ever forget. How the bell pepper, and not the girl, managed to stay whole is a mystery that probably won't be solved in my lifetime. But that's the least of my worries. Oh, how I wish that I could sleep again.

 

[Salvo]

Did you yell out to her?

 

[ZoSo]

lol no I was like jaw dropped and then almost crashed into parked car had to swerve

 

[Maddy]

Licorice is like the movie Under the Skin: you either love it or hate it. (I love both, because I'm a loving kinda guy.)

Liquorice takes a true connoisseur to appreciate. I bet @JCK is also a fan of the Mouth Glory known a Salty Liquorice.

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It's 6 AM again, and it's Wednesday. At this time I should have been sleeping for hours, but I can't. It has been this way for weeks. No matter how many times I try to close my eyes, the same picture keeps popping up. That horrible picture I received on a cold day in December just before Christmas. I only vaguely remember the time before I first saw the picture, but I would like to think of it as a happy time in my life. Before, I was able to appreciate the little things in life, like the color of the sky or the shape of the clouds. Or at least that's what I think I did. But I can't be sure. When I try to concentrate on past events, my mind slips back to that horrible picture and I find my body freezing.

I still remember when I first saw the picture. Naively, I thought the notification on my screen, indicating that I had received a personal message, was a good thing. ALC had written a nice message to me, I thought. Looking back, that might have been the last time I smiled. But when I opened the message and saw the picture, my brief moment of happiness felt like a distant past. Instead, there it was. The picture that I still can't forget. No matter how much I try. You could say the picture shows a girl and a bell pepper together, but that would be degrading to the bell pepper. In fact, it would be an insult to its existence. When I think of what happened to that poor bell pepper, I, for some reason, think of my old apartment in the northern part of Copenhagen, or, rather, the rubbish chute in my old apartment. What happened to that poor bell pepper was not unlike what could happen to a trash bag after a long, lazy weekend. But while I did feel bad for forcing my stuffed trash bags into the tiny rubbish chute, it was no comparison to what happened to the bell pepper. To see that fresh, tasty, red bell pepper being forced into that tiny girl is a sight I don't think I'll ever forget. How the bell pepper, and not the girl, managed to stay whole is a mystery that probably won't be solved in my lifetime. But that's the least of my worries. Oh, how I wish that I could sleep again.

You disgust me from every positive angle

Now get yourself on a proper sleep schedule!

 

[Firestarter]

Man this fvckin' dvmbass barber cut my beard super super short now I look 11 years old bruh -___________-

 

[Enron]

Baby Aush.

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How goes it in el sur?

Mappin' the shit outta this place.

 

[swag]

I didn't go in. They thought it was pretty funny when I asked them for Anne Franks house tho

You came all that way and the bitch wasn't even home?

It's 6 AM again, and it's Wednesday. At this time I should have been sleeping for hours, but I can't. It has been this way for weeks. No matter how many times I try to close my eyes, the same picture keeps popping up. That horrible picture I received on a cold day in December just before Christmas. I only vaguely remember the time before I first saw the picture, but I would like to think of it as a happy time in my life. Before, I was able to appreciate the little things in life, like the color of the sky or the shape of the clouds. Or at least that's what I think I did. But I can't be sure. When I try to concentrate on past events, my mind slips back to that horrible picture and I find my body freezing.

I still remember when I first saw the picture. Naively, I thought the notification on my screen, indicating that I had received a personal message, was a good thing. ALC had written a nice message to me, I thought. Looking back, that might have been the last time I smiled. But when I opened the message and saw the picture, my brief moment of happiness felt like a distant past. Instead, there it was. The picture that I still can't forget. No matter how much I try. You could say the picture shows a girl and a bell pepper together, but that would be degrading to the bell pepper. In fact, it would be an insult to its existence. When I think of what happened to that poor bell pepper, I, for some reason, think of my old apartment in the northern part of Copenhagen, or, rather, the rubbish chute in my old apartment. What happened to that poor bell pepper was not unlike what could happen to a trash bag after a long, lazy weekend. But while I did feel bad for forcing my stuffed trash bags into the tiny rubbish chute, it was no comparison to what happened to the bell pepper. To see that fresh, tasty, red bell pepper being forced into that tiny girl is a sight I don't think I'll ever forget. How the bell pepper, and not the girl, managed to stay whole is a mystery that probably won't be solved in my lifetime. But that's the least of my worries. Oh, how I wish that I could sleep again.

 

[JCK]

Liquorice takes a true connoisseur to appreciate. I bet @JCK is also a fan of the Mouth Glory known a Salty Liquorice.

Well it takes a connoisseur to know one. Of course salt liquorice is something I truly admire.

 

[Salvo]

Liquorice is great but what the fuck is salt Liquorice?

 

[Maddy]

Well it takes a connoisseur to know one. Of course salt liquorice is something I truly admire.

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Liquorice is great but what the fuck is salt Liquorice?

It's the only type of liquorice worth eating: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salty_liquorice

 

[swag]

10 years ago I walked into a Rome candy shop and bought 100g of pure licorice (liquirizia pura -- it's probably more like 90%). You know, the stuff that looks like crushed black glass?

One nibble will shrivel your head. I need to put it in a pipe and smoke it, but I still enjoy it. It's just hard to go through it very fast.

 

[Salvo]

Never even seen it.

 

[Maddy]

10 years ago I walked into a Rome candy shop and bought 100g of pure licorice (liquirizia pura -- it's probably more like 90%). You know, the stuff that looks like crushed black glass?

One nibble will shrivel your head. I need to put it in a pipe and smoke it, but I still enjoy it. It's just hard to go through it very fast.

I buy pure liquorice when I'm at the pharmacy. I call it Mouse Turds. I love to nipple on it, while working on the Computer or reading.

We call it English liquorice despite it being Italian .oO(danes)

 

[Salvo]

Italian hard liquirizia is nice.

 

[Nzoric]

Shut up with you eyetalian horseshit.

Everythinga isa betta in Italiaa

 

[Fred]

It's 6 AM again, and it's Wednesday. At this time I should have been sleeping for hours, but I can't. It has been this way for weeks. No matter how many times I try to close my eyes, the same picture keeps popping up. That horrible picture I received on a cold day in December just before Christmas. I only vaguely remember the time before I first saw the picture, but I would like to think of it as a happy time in my life. Before, I was able to appreciate the little things in life, like the color of the sky or the shape of the clouds. Or at least that's what I think I did. But I can't be sure. When I try to concentrate on past events, my mind slips back to that horrible picture and I find my body freezing.

I still remember when I first saw the picture. Naively, I thought the notification on my screen, indicating that I had received a personal message, was a good thing. ALC had written a nice message to me, I thought. Looking back, that might have been the last time I smiled. But when I opened the message and saw the picture, my brief moment of happiness felt like a distant past. Instead, there it was. The picture that I still can't forget. No matter how much I try. You could say the picture shows a girl and a bell pepper together, but that would be degrading to the bell pepper. In fact, it would be an insult to its existence. When I think of what happened to that poor bell pepper, I, for some reason, think of my old apartment in the northern part of Copenhagen, or, rather, the rubbish chute in my old apartment. What happened to that poor bell pepper was not unlike what could happen to a trash bag after a long, lazy weekend. But while I did feel bad for forcing my stuffed trash bags into the tiny rubbish chute, it was no comparison to what happened to the bell pepper. To see that fresh, tasty, red bell pepper being forced into that tiny girl is a sight I don't think I'll ever forget. How the bell pepper, and not the girl, managed to stay whole is a mystery that probably won't be solved in my lifetime. But that's the least of my worries. Oh, how I wish that I could sleep again.

If I didn't just rep you

 

[Salvo]

Shut up with you eyetalian horseshit.

Everythinga isa betta in Italiaa

 

[.zero]

@Enron So are you out there on a permanent gig?

Shut up with you eyetalian horseshit.

Everythinga isa betta in Italiaa

 

[Maddy]

@Enron So are you out there on a permanent gig?

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