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Originally posted by: Goosemaster
BTW, ienver ever got my own violin until like 8th greade, and it was a broken one.

Tell her to deal with it.

There is nothing cooler in orchestra than upstaging the first chair using a POS broken violin😀

PWnage like no other
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mp3 of the maestro, stat.
 
Took a charter flight on a DC-10 to London, landed at Gatwick, took a bus to the center, called a friend from school who was selling hash, but she wasn't in. So I wandered around until it started to rain, then took a subway back to the friend's house and hung out there for four or five days. Saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Ate a grapefruit next to the Thames River, which reminded me a lot of the cover of that Pink Floyd album. Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent. Bought some speed from an Italian guy I bumped into. Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it. Took a ferry and then a bus to Dingle, Ireland where I drank too much Guiness Stout after eating spaghetti and threw it all up in front of a movie theater just as people were walking out. Stayed in a hostel but the assholes that worked there made me collect peat moss for the fire so I got a room in a bed-and-breakfast. Went to Dublin. It rained a lot, it was expensive, so I split for Amsterdam. There was someone playing saxophone at Central Station, which was kind of pretty. Stayed with some friends in someone's basement. Smoked a lot of hash in Amsterdam too, but lost most of my stash in some museum. The museums were cool, I guess. Lots of Van Goghs and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around, bought a lot of pastries, ate some intense waffles. The Dutch all know English so I didn't have to speak any Dutch, which was a relief. Wanted to rent a car but couldn't. The people I was staying with had bikes though, so I went biking one day and I saw a lot of cows and geese and canals. I pulled off to the side of the road, got stoned and fell asleep, woke up, wrote a little, took some acid, made a few drawings, and then went to the red light district in Den Haag, because I heard the whores are cleaner and better looking than the whores in Amsterdam -- which they were. I ****** one so hard that I skinned my knees. Ate lunch at a Burger King, which was better and no more expensive than the States. Stayed in the Amsterdam Youth Hostel where there were some cool German guys who spoke better English than I do. We bought some coke and I cruised the red light district until I found a brunette with big tits that reminds me of KJ. I gave her a hundred Guilders. She worked me up, mounted me, put on a good show, and in the end she pulled me out and I came between her tits -- even though I'm wearing a rubber. Afterward we made small talk about AIDS, her Moroccan pimp, and herself. I wake to the sound of a wino singing. It is eight AM and hot as blazes. Had a beer and then headed South to Paris. Climbed the Eifel Tower with this Canadian guy named Tim for only seven Francs because the ticket machine was broke. Got the hang of the Subways. Told Tim to get lost. Met a French girl who's going to Camden. I think she gave me mono. Went to Pamplona for the running of the bulls. Never saw one bull but I almost got trampled by the crowd. Dropped acid at the Museo Gala-Dalí, which was a trip. Went to the lamest circus ever, a goat and two guys on unicycles. Went to Nice and ate Mexican food at a place called Calexico -- or Mexicali. Then went to Switzerland where I, ironically, couldn't find anyone who had the time. Took the Glacier Express to Zermatt, the Matterhorn, and found out that I could ski it, which, when you're there, you have to do -- but I didn't have gloves so I used socks instead and froze my hands. It was slushy but fun. Ate some Sourdough bread that tasted like it was made with sour milk. Eurail Pass'd into Italy and accidently slept through Florence. Ended up in Rome which was big and hot and dirty. It was just like L.A., but with ruins. I went to the Vatican but couldn't get in because I was wearing shorts. I could get into the Sistine Chapel, which now that it's been cleaned looked fake. At the train station I met two girls from Germany who I drank warm beer with. They're living for a full year on only nine dollars a day. I tease them and then turn the couchette into a huge bed and we all ******. I wake dirty and tired in Brindisi, which is hot and filthy. I go with the German girls to get a ferry to Greece, but we have to take different boats because I'm on Eurail and they're on Interail. On the ferry to Corfu I meet three American girls and a guy from Turkey who used the word "******" constantly. This offends the American girls and I use it to my advantage. When we get to Corfu the girls and I ditch the Turkish guy and rent a house on the beach together. I dry hump one of the girls, whose name I think was Sue. I wake to Sue's fat face and go off on my own to get wasted. When I stumble back I make out with Sue for a while until she tells me that I'm being cold to her. So I leave again and get drunk on Ouzo and the waiters break plates onto my head. When I get back that night Sue is asleep and I go skinny dipping with her friend out to some rocks. We sit on the rocks for a while and then she grabs my dick and we start to make out. She calls me Mr. L.A. I come close to ****** her but she says she can't because she's engaged, which is bullshit. I leave the next morning before they get up and take the ferry back to Italy. On the train I meet some Dutch guys. We started drinking heavily. The Dutch guys seem like fags to me. I got so drunk I couldn't see and exchanged my shirt with one of them. In Venice I try to fart and instead ****** my pants. Back in my hotel I masturbate and have a pain in my groin. That night I dream about a beautiful girl half in water, stretching her lean body. She asks me if I like it and I tell her she could clean fish with it. I wake well rested, masturbate in shower, and check out. I make my way back to London and hang out in Piccadilly Circus at a comic book shop. I meet a cute girl from Amsterdam at a Whimpys while eating a Spicy Bean Burger. She's an Oreo with a diamond in her front tooth. We get stoned and ****** at her flat to Michael Jackson records and the next morning I wake up talking to myself. I have a big bump on my head from flailing in my sleep. I get my stuff and barely make my plane back to the United States. I no longer know who I am and feel like the ghost of a total stranger.
 
I'm a poor college student + photography major which means I have a lot of expenses with film, paper and printing. Please Donate Money. PM me for my paypal account.
 
I look around. I look around. I see a lot of new faces. Shut up! Which means a lot of you have been breakin' the first two rules of Fight Club. Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. Goddammit, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy ****** we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man; no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't; and we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
 
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
My advice:

Rent one until she can afford to have it fixed.

Donatiosn for such trivial and everyday thigns such as these will nullify the effect that asking for a donation usually ahs, as it is usually brought up with respect to mroe dire situations such as death.


ie....I will not donate.

<--not a prick

<---donates to Red cross + CCF +WETA
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When you donate to such large ogranizations, how satisfied are you knowing that your money barely phased the problems that the money went for? Do you know who is receiving the aid? Giving blindly may seem noble, but how will you ever know if your contribution made a difference?
Are you pround you donate to the Red Cross? If someone asked you what your donations went towards, can you provide a definitive answer? For all we know, your donations could be going towards buying pens and pencils for their office use.

 
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
My advice:

Rent one until she can afford to have it fixed.

Donatiosn for such trivial and everyday thigns such as these will nullify the effect that asking for a donation usually ahs, as it is usually brought up with respect to mroe dire situations such as death.


ie....I will not donate.

<--not a prick

<---donates to Red cross + CCF +WETA
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When you donate to such large ogranizations, how satisfied are you knowing that your money barely phased the problems that the money went for? Do you know who is receiving the aid? Giving blindly may seem noble, but how will you ever know if your contribution made a difference?
Are you pround you donate to the Red Cross? If someone asked you what your donations went towards, can you provide a definitive answer? For all we know, your donations could be going towards buying pens and pencils for their office use.
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holy ******, stfu
 
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
My advice:

Rent one until she can afford to have it fixed.

Donatiosn for such trivial and everyday thigns such as these will nullify the effect that asking for a donation usually ahs, as it is usually brought up with respect to mroe dire situations such as death.


ie....I will not donate.

<--not a prick

<---donates to Red cross + CCF +WETA
Click to expand...

When you donate to such large ogranizations, how satisfied are you knowing that your money barely phased the problems that the money went for? Do you know who is receiving the aid? Giving blindly may seem noble, but how will you ever know if your contribution made a difference?
Are you pround you donate to the Red Cross? If someone asked you what your donations went towards, can you provide a definitive answer? For all we know, your donations could be going towards buying pens and pencils for their office use.
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I donate to such alrge organizations because I don't have my saturdays free to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity.

And I have no quams whatsoever about donationg to WETA.

NPR is good stuff.
 
Originally posted by: toekramp
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
My advice:

Rent one until she can afford to have it fixed.

Donatiosn for such trivial and everyday thigns such as these will nullify the effect that asking for a donation usually ahs, as it is usually brought up with respect to mroe dire situations such as death.


ie....I will not donate.

<--not a prick

<---donates to Red cross + CCF +WETA
Click to expand...

When you donate to such large ogranizations, how satisfied are you knowing that your money barely phased the problems that the money went for? Do you know who is receiving the aid? Giving blindly may seem noble, but how will you ever know if your contribution made a difference?
Are you pround you donate to the Red Cross? If someone asked you what your donations went towards, can you provide a definitive answer? For all we know, your donations could be going towards buying pens and pencils for their office use.
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holy ******, stfu
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:thumbsup:
 
btw, giving to those orgs is not something noble. I never said it was. I was simpyl saying that they were truly worthy causes in respect to the OP's.

If anything < i think we should all be cahritable.
 
Originally posted by: DainBramaged
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: toekramp


holy ******, stfu
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I'll shut up when you can pay your own bills.

mmm kay?
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Or you could just shut up now, as instructed, n00b.
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Let me see... a fish avatar, "dain bramaged", and calling my a "noob".

Are you a janitorial technician of some sort that likes to play on X-box Live in the utility closet because your only form of self-esteem boosting activities is to trash talk to 10-year olds about how you can school them in Halo 2?
 
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
My advice:

Rent one until she can afford to have it fixed.

Donatiosn for such trivial and everyday thigns such as these will nullify the effect that asking for a donation usually ahs, as it is usually brought up with respect to mroe dire situations such as death.


ie....I will not donate.

<--not a prick

<---donates to Red cross + CCF +WETA
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I agree wholeheartedly, but people will make their own decisions. If a person is unable to make the decision not to ask for a handout on their own, it's unlikely they'll listen to anyone telling them not to ask for a handout.
 
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: DainBramaged
Originally posted by: Atomicus
Originally posted by: toekramp


holy ******, stfu
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I'll shut up when you can pay your own bills.

mmm kay?
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Or you could just shut up now, as instructed, n00b.
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Let me see... a fish avatar, "dain bramaged", and calling my a "noob".

Are you a janitorial technician of some sort that likes to play on X-box Live in the utility closet because your only form of self-esteem boosting activities is to trash talk to 10-year olds about how you can school them in Halo 2?
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First, I think you meant, "me." Second, I had no idea you were ten. I'm sorry. BTW, it's past your bedtime.
 
Mishaps like this happen ALL the time. That doesn't mean we should go and make donations to all the unfortunate beings.

I'll consider a donation once you can answer one question: What's in it for me?
 
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