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07-22-2005, 08:25 PM
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Random makeouts and the horror of reality
Has anyone in their LIFE ever had a random makeout in an elevator? I'm watching a movie and these people just start making out in an elevator (its not a porno). Why can't life be like a movie? Why can't I outrun the cops in a car chase or fight the bully at school or go to Amsterdam to smoke with my buddies out of the clear blue...
Meanwhile I owe my old landlord $1800, lost my deposit on my current landlord and am already on bad terms with my new landlord. See, that's why I get pissed when I watch movies now. A voice in my head keeps saying, "This is fake. Your life is worse than this". And its REALLY depressing! I want a life of danger and explosions with supermodels who take their tops off! I'm not trying to be all depressing, but life really is not cool when compared to all the fictional entertainment we get slapped with day after day.
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07-22-2005, 08:32 PM
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MISINTUPITATED- The act of removing the spine by use of fire. DEVESTED- The removal of one's vest. SCTUPP- To deficate on a woman after nonconsensual sex.
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07-22-2005, 08:32 PM
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it would be nice if things worked out the way they do in movies
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest
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07-22-2005, 08:32 PM
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what makes the problem worse is all of these so-called "reality" tv shows about celebrity and how rich people live.
today I got laid off of my job with the railroad and it genuinely makes me ill to see these Paris Hilton types prance around in name brand dresses and never have to work a day in their life. but it's not the celebrities themselves that make me nauseous, it's the way America idolizes them. and I know that I'm walking on well-tread ground here by saying this, but I am sick of people becoming lost in the escapism of what Mtv thinks is, and portrays as, reality. I feel bad for the 40 year old tubby woman in a trailer somewhere in backwoods Georgia watching this stuff and actually convincing herself that this is how life is meant to be, and is supposed to be. I guess, in a way, America's celebrity worship and just culture in general is part of why I like horror movies so much. they seem completely opposite of those things. instead of making you feel bad that you're not rich and famous, they make you feel good that, "shit. I may be laid off of my job, but at least I'm not duct-taped to a chair in the Firefly house!"
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07-22-2005, 09:52 PM
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You may not be able to do your thing in an elevator, but there are plenty of other circumstances and places out there where you can spice things up.
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07-22-2005, 10:44 PM
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I could do without the supermodels taking their tops off.....but yeah, I wouldn't mind a bit more excitement in my own life I suppose....:D
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07-22-2005, 11:21 PM
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Psh, sex on an elevator is too hard... not that I'd know. But after you convince the girl (which would be damn near impossible), the whole positioning thing would be awkward.
To hell with movie sex.
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MISINTUPITATED- The act of removing the spine by use of fire. DEVESTED- The removal of one's vest. SCTUPP- To deficate on a woman after nonconsensual sex.
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07-22-2005, 11:23 PM
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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
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07-23-2005, 04:00 AM
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Thanks. A nice dose of Saturday morning reality internet with Shanks.
Paris Hilton should be run over with a tank. And then backed over. On tv. Prime time. Next week, Bill O'Rielly
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