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Post by docone31 on Jun 3, 2006 21:07:46 GMT -5
I cannot believe it. I found it. I knew it existed but never ever thought I would do enough research to find it. TaDa, The end of the internet. Fini, donzo. The End. www.shibumi.org/eoti.htmThe last enchilada. The end.
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Post by Cher on Jun 3, 2006 21:27:37 GMT -5
ROFL ... that's funny!
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Post by sandsman1 on Jun 3, 2006 23:15:17 GMT -5
well all good things come to an end haha
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Post by rockyraccoon on Jun 3, 2006 23:25:07 GMT -5
lol that is too funny doc.
kim
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Post by LCARS on Jun 4, 2006 4:55:02 GMT -5
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Post by docone31 on Jun 4, 2006 17:42:59 GMT -5
Whoah dude. Cool beans.
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Post by BAZ on Jun 4, 2006 19:20:57 GMT -5
Those are both cool and are worthy of my contacts inboxes!
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Post by docone31 on Jul 6, 2006 22:12:20 GMT -5
It still works. Almost as good as the Everready Bunnie. I will never find the end again, once you find the end, you are back at the beginning.
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Post by hermatite on Jul 7, 2006 9:42:35 GMT -5
Unless, of course, you're looking at a horse.
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Post by docone31 on Jul 7, 2006 20:58:58 GMT -5
Whoah. Hey, Hermy, how come you are a new member? Weren't you here before, or you a new person? I get confused sometimes.
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Post by hermatite on Jul 8, 2006 7:28:52 GMT -5
yep I'm new doc. But luckily I'm also psychic. I sense you are an old soul with a twisted sense of humor and a good sense of rythmn. How'm I doing?
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Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2006 17:43:14 GMT -5
What happened to the old Hermy? Who are you for real? What happened? I bet you the old Hermy just playing a toss to see who notices. Huh. How did you get Hermy's logo? Can I do that too?
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Post by hermatite on Jul 8, 2006 18:11:19 GMT -5
Sure. First you have a nervous breakdown. Then you delete your membership. Then you come back and you're the same old you with the same old stuff, but a whole new lease on life. It's very cleansing. Think "internet enema".
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Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2006 18:19:03 GMT -5
Whoah. Hermy, you ok? It sounds like the silence got real loud, the itty bitty shitty comittee was leading the pack. Well, welcome back. Who are you now? If life is starting over, is it Paradise by the Dashboard Light all over again, with a twist? Are you gonna do those things you never dared to before. I even got my ex insurance agent wife, Jenne to go out and collect Jerry Beads from conservative perfect strangers! She is getting to the point where she kinda thinks it is funny. It is good to do harmless stuff. A few flashes to a stranger, when people ask how you are doing, tell them you have gas. When people come into my shop, and I am busy, they always ask "How you doin Doc?" I respond, " I have gas, my butt itches, I sneezed and a nose norger got into my eye." They freeze, and look around, then kinda laugh hoping I am joking. The we cut the crap, and I fix their jewelery and make a new friend.
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Post by hermatite on Jul 8, 2006 18:34:28 GMT -5
I've decided to just squelch the anger into a tiny hard knot in the pit of my gut, dig my nails into the flesh of my palms and just smiiiiiiiiile like nothing matters. Well that and flashing stranges. That's good advice.
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Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2006 18:48:14 GMT -5
Hermy, anger, ANother Grandiose, Emotional, Response, will eat you alive. Pain is the incentive to take action. Flashing strangers, every man I knew wanted their third, or fifth grade teacher. Make 'em druel. Make the tease hurt. Make em lay awake at night. Always the innocent, oopsie, pretend to be embarassed. With anger, the best revenge is to get healthy. When seeking revenge, dig two graves. One for yourself first, then one for your intended victim. Get strong Hermy, then make em crawl. Be gentle if you catch one. It will be their first time.
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Post by hermatite on Jul 8, 2006 18:50:51 GMT -5
oh I'm mostly kidding. *smiiiiiiiiiiile*..see? Laughter is the best medicine. That...and flashing strangers...
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Post by docone31 on Jul 8, 2006 19:04:12 GMT -5
I got more stars than you do. I am important! Phlattttt!
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Post by hermatite on Jul 9, 2006 8:39:49 GMT -5
I bow to the God of nose norgers.
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Post by docone31 on Jul 10, 2006 16:18:27 GMT -5
I went to high school with a person, he was 22 and was just finishing up his senior year, who kept jars of nose norgers. He would get a baby food jar, make a label with the year, and fill er up. We all found out about this at the science fair that year. He brought them all in. He had started in the third grade. All the jars were in various stages of petrifying. It looked like each year was a slightly different colour. It was almost an environmental report card. As more and more dust got into the atmosphere, the colour darkened. The earliest ones you could actually shake the jar and they rattled like rice. It was pretty cool. He got our vote for that year. He was a very large person. Huge head, huge hands, big belly. His parents named him Tilly. I kinda think he shaved his nuckles. We were all jealous of him. He had a full beard in the 10th grade. Of course I had just gotten to high school. He was 18 at the time. I never knew what happened to him after high school. He was drafted and the military spat him out during basic training. He used to hurt people. He would pick them up and bust them. He would say, Tilly maaaad.
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