I just finished preparing my state and federal tax returns. It's definitely a pain in the ass to prepare them, but it's worth it because I still get a refund.
"It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds." -Doc Holliday
hmm...this thread is getting a bit boring. Maybe I should add my own self-narrative.
*So there I was sitting in front of my computer screen as bored and tired as ever. I thought that maybe coming to CC tonight would help me stayed entertained but unlike most nights, this one didn't seem like it was going to work out that way.*
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Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
*I was just about to call it a night when I saw Hecter, a veteran poster and local spam king around the forum. Seeing him reminded me of the old days back when Spamalot had just surpassed this thread. I remember how I had despised him back than simply for being a part of that group let alone there so-called king. However, time has shown me that he is not the mindless spammer I once thought he was and I have even grown to respect him for his constant presence in these forums.*
Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
strike wolf wrote:*I was just about to call it a night when I saw Hecter, a veteran poster and local spam king around the forum. Seeing him reminded me of the old days back when Spamalot had just surpassed this thread. I remember how I had despised him back than simply for being a part of that group let alone there so-called king. However, time has shown me that he is not the mindless spammer I once thought he was and I have even grown to respect him for his constant presence in these forums.*
Aww...
*hugs strike*
That's so nice Thank you very much strike.
In heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine... You got your things, and I've got mine.
Back when I was a young (neverpostedbeforenooblet) I would come to the forums everyones posts and I said what a boring life Then one day I posted and lookey me now a dirty rotten spammer
04:42:40 ‹apey› uhoh 04:42:40 ‹ronc8649› uhoh iAmCaffeine: 4/28/2016. I love how the PL players are getting wet on your wall
apey wrote:Back when I was a young (neverpostedbeforenooblet) I would come to the forums everyones posts and I said what a boring life Then one day I posted and lookey me now a dirty rotten spammer
He he, that's cena's and my doing. You were a live chat junky, then cena brought you round here, and WABAAM! One of us!
In heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine... You got your things, and I've got mine.
*Seeing apey in the thread, I couldn't help but think about how she always seemed to be a good omen for the posts to increase in this thread, whether it's everyone gathering around to here what she says or Hecter's ritual flirting.*
Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
*As I read Skittles comment, it reminded me of one of my long lost dreams of becoming a writer. I never believed I would ever become the next Mark Twain or Charles Dickenson, but the field of writing had seemed like such a marvelous occupation for one to take part in. I remember in 10th grade and how I used to write poems in class, most of them regarding school or football and how I used to pour my soul into every word. I never shared my works with other people prefering to keep more to myself back then but rather kept them sharing only to myself time and time again.
*Looking back on it those days seem long ago back in a distant sunset that representing an ending dream caught in the crossroads of uncertainty. I sometimes find myself looking back on those days wondering if I made the wrong decision and whether I should have persisted in making my dream a reality, yet other dreams have pushed me away from that life into a much different field. Maybe if I am lucky I will still find time to bring my visions to life in the form of a short story possibly even become recognized on a national scale for my writing abilities but until then, I must keep looking onward to the future.*
Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
Yep, his name was actually based of an old Simpsons character. I can't remember if Amanda ever gave his real name but I do know that he stated plain as day that he was a guy.
Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
strike wolf wrote:*As I read Skittles comment, it reminded me of one of my long lost dreams of becoming a writer. I never believed I would ever become the next Mark Twain or Charles Dickenson, but the field of writing had seemed like such a marvelous occupation for one to take part in. I remember in 10th grade and how I used to write poems in class, most of them regarding school or football and how I used to pour my soul into every word. I never shared my works with other people prefering to keep more to myself back then but rather kept them sharing only to myself time and time again.
*Looking back on it those days seem long ago back in a distant sunset that representing an ending dream caught in the crossroads of uncertainty. I sometimes find myself looking back on those days wondering if I made the wrong decision and whether I should have persisted in making my dream a reality, yet other dreams have pushed me away from that life into a much different field. Maybe if I am lucky I will still find time to bring my visions to life in the form of a short story possibly even become recognized on a national scale for my writing abilities but until then, I must keep looking onward to the future.*
that is not shock it is complete adoration for the man behind the wolf
04:42:40 ‹apey› uhoh 04:42:40 ‹ronc8649› uhoh iAmCaffeine: 4/28/2016. I love how the PL players are getting wet on your wall
strike wolf wrote:*As I read Skittles comment, it reminded me of one of my long lost dreams of becoming a writer. I never believed I would ever become the next Mark Twain or Charles Dickenson, but the field of writing had seemed like such a marvelous occupation for one to take part in. I remember in 10th grade and how I used to write poems in class, most of them regarding school or football and how I used to pour my soul into every word. I never shared my works with other people prefering to keep more to myself back then but rather kept them sharing only to myself time and time again.
*Looking back on it those days seem long ago back in a distant sunset that representing an ending dream caught in the crossroads of uncertainty. I sometimes find myself looking back on those days wondering if I made the wrong decision and whether I should have persisted in making my dream a reality, yet other dreams have pushed me away from that life into a much different field. Maybe if I am lucky I will still find time to bring my visions to life in the form of a short story possibly even become recognized on a national scale for my writing abilities but until then, I must keep looking onward to the future.*
Beautiful...
In heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine, in heaven... Everything is fine... You got your things, and I've got mine.