• Deli lyfe v.10 let's share our life problems edition because apparently we're all miserable
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[QUOTE=Kill001;40308417] War does things to people[/QUOTE] What are you talking about, he said he [U]always[/U] liked Mickey Mouse.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;40304282]Hey nicks do you guys wanna drive down to Florida for a week this summer or something [editline]16th April 2013[/editline] Fuck Disney world, were going to dinosaur world[/QUOTE] If you guys go, don't go till like july because I'll be in Germany for just about all of june :C
go in like December, the temperature will be perfect. [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] Also anybody else syked for The Great Gatsby
[QUOTE=notrabies;40308454]What are you talking about, he said he [U]always[/U] liked Mickey Mouse.[/QUOTE] if I ever become a fighter pilot, I will only use my guns, paint the FP logo on my aircraft nose, don my rapeface as I shoot down planes and fly the airplane nude
Disney released a clothing line inspired/copied from the Great Gatsby. Funny thing is, most of my FB friends own original clothing from the teens to the 50's and dress up/party in it regularly, and bashed the clothing line for price, accuracy, build quality, and fit. It looks like fun to [I]party hard[/I] in 30's garb at a 30's dance on the Queen Mary like they often do. Theres hundreds of them.
[QUOTE=/Vandy/;40309205]Disney released a clothing line inspired/copied from the Great Gatsby. Funny thing is, most of my FB friends own original clothing from the teens to the 50's and dress up/party in it regularly, and bashed the clothing line for price, accuracy, build quality, and fit. It looks like fun to [I]party hard[/I] in 30's garb at a 30's dance on the Queen Mary like they often do. Theres hundreds of them.[/QUOTE] That seriously sounds rad as hell
[QUOTE=/Vandy/;40309205]most of my FB friends[/QUOTE] what's wrong with your IRL friends? :v:
[QUOTE=TaiwanesePrick;40309576]what's wrong with your IRL friends? :v:[/QUOTE] were all losers irl
I feel like a loser until I'm airsofting, then I'm a hero.
hey can any fashion people identify what John Hambeast is wearing in this picture? [img]http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2009/09/mad-men200909/_jcr_content/par/cn_contentwell/par-main/cn_pagination_contai/cn_image.size.mad-men-0909-01.jpg[/img] I want to kind of recreate this with this girl i know but i kind of want to get what hes wearing right, hard to tell because of my shite eyesight
No clue about the coat but they look like pants from the 50's, its sorta like plaid pants, probably a white/grey button up and some sort of pettycoat from what I can see.
I wrote a little something [img]https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/s720x720/526504_10201207820702693_1240828726_n.jpg[/img] [quote]The pilot grinned behind his oxygen mask. His P-51 Mustang was the greatest fighter aircraft of the Army Air Forces, the Allies had pushed into Belgium, and the end of the war was in sight. There was nothing not to smile about. The leader of a two-ship formation, he guided his mighty fighter over the German Alps, marveling at the snow covered peaks and crevices of the incredible mountain range. The Alps were a sight he, a farm boy hailing from Tennessee, could have only dreamed of prior to the war. "Bandits, twelve o' clock high!" his wingman called over the radio. The pilot shielded his eyes from the sun, looking upwards at the sky above him. Surely enough, a pair of German Focke Wulf 190s were sitting at high alpha, rocking their wings to signal an attack. "I see 'em, I'm taking the one on the right!" He pulled his Mustang into a sharp climb, feeling the 1,290 horsepower Merlin engine purr under the sudden stress. Gazing into the reflector gunsight before him, the pilot strained to make out the diving German fighter, rapidly closing the gap between the two planes. When the 190 filled the crosshairs of his gunsight, he curled his finger into the trigger. The steady staccato of six .50 caliber machine guns filled the air, and the German's 20mm cannons blinked in response. Tracer rounds tore into the German fighter, alternating with incendiary bullets, igniting the fuel tank and transforming the plane into a fireball. The pilot exulted at his first victory, shaking his fist as he realized that the 190's wreckage was hurtling at breakneck speeds, pulled by gravity, into the flight path of his Mustang and that his wanton hunt for glory would soon prove to be fatal. "Damn it all," the farm boy whispered as he was vaporized in the skies 4,000 miles from home, two days before Christmas.[/quote]
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[QUOTE=Bomber9900;40309913]hey can any fashion people identify what John Hambeast is wearing in this picture? [img]http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2009/09/mad-men200909/_jcr_content/par/cn_contentwell/par-main/cn_pagination_contai/cn_image.size.mad-men-0909-01.jpg[/img] I want to kind of recreate this with this girl i know but i kind of want to get what hes wearing right, hard to tell because of my shite eyesight[/QUOTE] God fucking damn I love John Ham [editline]16th April 2013[/editline] Don Draper pisses me off like every episode of Mad Men, but I can't stay mad at him because John Ham is just too dreamy
[QUOTE=CritNick;40309935]No clue about the coat but they look like pants from the 50's, its sorta like plaid pants, probably a white/grey button up and some sort of pettycoat from what I can see.[/QUOTE] um...do you know what a petticoat is?
kaitlyn broke up with me [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i got laid off [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] im overwhelmed by the prospect of going to art school [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i have no idea how im going to pay 20k for school [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i just dont know what the fuck to do [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i cant fucking do this
AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH CollegeFAP is being eliminated by real life one-by-one.
i just spent the last three hours sobbing on my floor and i cant stop [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i just want a fuicking break [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i cant do this anymore
fish i love you, you will be okay
what if im not
Just do it first, worry about complications later Art school+20k is your immediate worries Get job and assistance if needed, last I checked there's no super duper age limit for universities/college Ask for help and resources and bide your time if needed; you can do dis Its murikaland anything is possibel
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;40311941]what if im not[/QUOTE] Don't talk like that you beautiful, beautiful lady. You will be ok. We are here for you.
Not me >:I [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=notrabies;40311854]AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH CollegeFAP is being eliminated by real life one-by-one.[/QUOTE] If it makes you feel any better I'm doing great.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;40311941]what if im not[/QUOTE] you can pay for college later ( you still have to pay for it ) it's not like they can repossess your education.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;40311941]what if im not[/QUOTE] Just give it time. Things will work out. Just focus on one thing at a time and it won't be so overwhelming.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;40311833]kaitlyn broke up with me [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i got laid off [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] im overwhelmed by the prospect of going to art school [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i have no idea how im going to pay 20k for school [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i just dont know what the fuck to do [editline]17th April 2013[/editline] i cant fucking do this[/QUOTE] Best of luck to you my friend.
Fish I love you please be okay :(
Words can't describe how much that sucks man. Please do hit me up on steam, I'm a great listener.
I had a very long and elaborate dream with the usmc, channing tatum and kim jong un. Here you go: In my jeep I drove around a small group of people near Greers Ferry Lake. We stopped on the side of the road along a forest and unloaded our things into the woods. A convoy of US marines pulled up from over the hill in full gear and started getting out and sprinting towards us. We weren’t sure what we had done wrong but they were trying to capture each of us alive. Time backed up and I was able to see the convoy approaching as it came over the hill. This gave me time to rush to exactly where they would start deploying their men. I hid in a large ditch just at the side of the road where a drainage culvert was. After the forces had deployed and headed in the direction of where we had been previously, running right over and around me, I crawled across the road right beside their vehicles, somehow avoiding detection, and made my way up the opposite side of the road towards someone’s small house. For some strange reason I turned into a small garden gnome-like doll. I made my way into the house, and the only place I could manage to hide was directly behind a large flat-screen TV against a wall with my eyes just peeking over the top of it. A young woman walked into the room and sat on her couch, and started watching tv. After a moment, she noticed me and was a bit perplexed as to what I was, but she thought nothing of me for a few moments and assumed I was some sort of antennae decoration. I was still human in most ways, and my eyes darted around the room, causing the woman alarm and confusion. She stared at me with eyebrows furrowed, and I had to keep my eyes as still as possible, however, it was difficult because the area I was staring at was a field of solid color with no distinct texture or value differences so there was no object to focus on. My eyes jittered a bit and I was scared that this would give me away. The man who I assumed to be the woman’s husband walked into the room. It was Channing Tatum. At this point, I realized that my cover would be blown since the woman would inevitably ask Tatum why I’d been placed behind the tv, to which Tatum would have no answer since I was not some TV decoration. I would try to scare the both of them and then use the moment of disarray to escape. I leaped over the tv in my small stubby form and slid around the floor yelling, causing confusion but no terror like I had hoped to do. Tatum was bewildered at my panicked state, and began talking to me as a normal person, at which point I was back to normal. I started having small talk with him as I opened up two of his closets and began admiring his various international camouflage uniforms hanging up. He was so hospitable that it was as if I had been invited into his home. The sound of rubber soles echoed into the house, stomping down on the driveway from the military convoy. The men had deduced my location somehow, and the three of us ran into the corner of the couple’s house, led by Tatum. He pulled up a rug and swung open a small trap door that would have been very hard to find when comparing it against the floorboards. The wife led the way down, the ladder-type structure being unexpected. There was a large wooden rod to stand on, close to one side of the hole, and then lower down there would be another rod on the other side. The rods were staggered and went back and forth, so the motion that I had to follow to get down the escape route was very specific, designed to slow down anyone who was unfamiliar with its design. Reaching the bottom, I found myself in a small square room with tall armoires that lined the walls. Each cabinet had a number on it. Tatum and his wife started throwing open armoire doors and gathering supplies which they had stored. The numbers on the armoires were shoe sizes which corresponded to the size of shoes piled at the bottom of each container. It was a bug-out room in which guests would quickly gather what they needed, clothing and shoes in the proper size for quick identification. I opened up the “10” armoire for my shoe size, and was surprised when I saw a pair of crocs flip flops, some roller skates, and boots for women. I was obviously out of luck. The room had a single garage door that Tatum opened while I still gathered supplies. He ran out ahead to make sure the coast was clear for the two of us to escape. I pulled a nice backpack from my armoire and stuffed it with clothes, then found a bin of miscellaneous things. One of them was a super soaker. I grabbed it and asked the wife if she thought we might need it. “Maybe...” “Okay, I’ll bring it.” So it was stuffed amongst my clothes. We ran out through the garage door and turned to the right. Tatum stood still in the distance, his back turned to us. His wife called out to him. I squinted my eyes and saw a small dart sticking out of his right arm. I grabbed the woman’s arm and told her that we had to go; he had been tranquilized and there was no way that we could try to carry his weight. “BOB AND WEAVE!” I told her as we ran, hoping to make ourselves more difficult targets to any tranquilizer darts. We ran down a small hill and saw a group of about 10 young boys and girls who appeared to be anywhere from 15-25. They were garbed in black robes and were running around with brooms between their legs. They were having a mock quidditch match, jovial smiles across their faces as they laughed heartily and chased one another. We ran between them and hopped over a small gap between two rock faces dramatically. One of the boys stopped in his place and turned to us, feeling a sense of urgency and panic from us. He called after us and identified himself as a friend in some way. He ran alongside us and led us to UALR, at which point I felt like I had some important object on my person which needed to be returned to its place of origin, being on campus. The object was not identified, but I found myself as an older man without either of my companions once I arrived at UALR. I was a teacher at the university, and a plan hatched in my mind, however desperate a plan it was. I retreated into my office which was located in a small modern room where Stabler Hall had previously been. It was an updated structure with similar geometries adapted from its previous construction, but it was more compact and made almost entirely of glass on the outside. In my office I put on an entire airsoft loadout. I was going to attempt to blend in with the very men that pursued me in order to avoid capture. My camouflage, pattern, however, was of German nationality. This didn’t match the American Marine Pattern camo of the men who chased me, but I had run out of options. In an instant I found myself outside with men on either side of me dragging me across the ground with their arms linked around mine. I had my airsoft gun on my person, it being modeled after an M4A1. To my surprise, the men surrounding me were all North Korean. Kim Jong Un was present and spoke Korean to a translator who had many questions for me about my firearm. I explained that my rifle needed a battery to fire off rounds. They carried me away. Night of 4/16/2013
[URL="https://soundcloud.com/fuzzy-joe/untitled"]https://soundcloud.com/fuzzy-joe/untitled[/URL] So, I just made this. Making music for video games and comic book based cartoons is pretty much my dream job. Also, getting a means to record my music that isn't my laptop is a dream as well.
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