I joined Debate Club at UBC recently. It's so much fun. We debate anything (and everything) from the sanctions on Iraq to whether or not Britteny should come clean and say that she has, indeed, had sex. There's another meeting in 2 hours. Heheee.
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my little brother had to miss a soccer game (freshman soccer) and the coach told the whole team, "If we lose, you can go and blame Kyle (he's the goalie)." Isn't that sick? He's the adult, and he's acting younger than the kids on the team. He screamed at my mom (and my brother next to her) on the Catholic Central (all boys prep school) field, literally screamed at her, in front of a whole bunch of people.
I want her to sue this guy's ass...If I was at home, I'd yell at him in a heartbeat. Nobody can belittle my family except me.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
Well, I almost died today. I was driving home in the rain, which is bad enough as it is. I was turning onto my street, lost control, two of my tires blew, sending me into a house and wrecking my new fucking car. My arms and legs are badly burned, along with the bridge of my nose. And all that has happened so far was the news recording the accident, my parents screaming at me, and my brother calling and laughing at me. My life fucking sucks. I get beat around at the OLP show, I lose Steph for good, and I wreck my car and could have died in a matter of three fucking days. Just felt you should all know about my adventure with driving. Bye bye.
P.S. I would like to apologize to Steph for what I said earlier. I was being petty and am sorry. Not like it matters anyways....I wish I would have died in the crash....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i almost got hit by a mack truck... not that that would be a big loss to any of you...
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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Su7an:I bet Duncan can fly. He's just holding out on showing that skill off. joe_canadian:Yeah, one day at a concert he'll just stop playing and be like "Yo muthafuckas! Wheeeeee!" and zoom off into the horizon
we were about to cross the street and we couldn't see over there due to another truck parking next to us... we were just about to look left and...
BAM!!!! the mack truck went by... it kinda kick ass... i love escaping death... than again in final destination why didn't death have anyone else to kill for a few days?
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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OLPFan420 wrote:Well, I almost died today. I was driving home in the rain, which is bad enough as it is. I was turning onto my street, lost control, two of my tires blew, sending me into a house and wrecking my new fucking car. My arms and legs are badly burned, along with the bridge of my nose.
how are you posting on a message board if your layed out in a hospital?
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Because I am not in the hospital...I am at home. I was just burned and bleeding, nothing serious enough to warrant a trip to the emergency room, I guess. So don't be a dick.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.