yes, that would be vibrio.c not vibido
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i would like to order 2 bottles of crocbest please, i could use some vibido, my iDolls have been neglected lately.
why do i always run into these extremely complex people with vocabularies 8 times mine insisting i can write anything at all except psychotic nonsense?
i cannot deal with any kind of expectations or responsibilities. i think if enough people would tell me "you can breathe quite well" i would most likely spontaneously asphyxiate in short order.
yes, existential angst between liberating madness that tends to cost me to the tune of $15,ooo per 2 months episode, once a year, every year for the past 6 or so. i entered the new millenium in style, anyone can tell you.
i wish i could afford it long term.
most likely, under a bridge soon enough, one of those wretched souls mumbling to themselves with a sign begging for a canned soup and a fruit in front of food4less grocery stores.
west coast snow is awesome 2.5 hours away at snowsummit.com or mthigh.com, mammoth 8 hours away too, but have not gone yet. last winter season i gave my snowboard gear away to a kiddo after coming down the mountain once, mad people have no use for things (except after they become normal again).
i s'pose i could rent, but i've been too lazy thus far, plus with my back injury, i won't be able to be as wreckless, a paraplegic future is less fun than rumored.
ah, just heard the story of a major outdoorsman, heliskier extreme, rock climber supreme, competing paraglider good enough to fall in a controlled manner during a competition in such gentle way as to avoid death, but not a broken spine.
now living with his mom after wife decided he's changed too much and no longer the happy rock steady dude she fell in "love" with, forgotten by all his friends who think of him fondly & reminisce how godly he was in all his deeds when he could get around doing them, visiting at first, eventually realizing life's too busy to be uncomfortable even for a couple of hours.
another fairy tale if i've seen one.
perhaps because you can write.
i would suggest that the vocabulary issue is incorrect i usually resort
to mumbles myself. or idiocy, that comes quite spontaneously.innapropriate? yup. extreme? abrasive? got that down too, although i've curbed about 75 percent of it over the years...
i can relate to all of your anxieties other that the 15 thou ones. um, my ex was a costly lesson. i learned not to trust because it's a form of legal extortion. nice.
i kept claiming i was going to live in a cardboard box by the side of the road with flow through ventilation, thinking i was funny...honest, ask anyone i know
i still am not in the box, quite outside
good you have that avoiding paraplegia firmly entrenched, that's needed in times of mirth and madness
i gave a lot away few years back decided it was keeping me tied to n.american ideals. i was right, and i'm fucking glad i had the 20 US to buy clean water for my gastrolyte and a few buckos for the correct pills this last week, the difference between a few days discomfort and death in a pit of mud and shit. my smugness eh?
hey, forgive yourself the snowboard, the kid will never forget you :)
oh look at the preacher here now, i'm making myself gag! haha anyway quit with the poor me crap! i know that game :) but the tales are swell, i like the board one, did you buy another right after, or go have a hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps in it. have you tried those while sitting outside with loud rock and roll blasting over the loudspeakers? frickkin awesome experience!!!
all in good fun
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please do not take offense
i love the tales of giving things away totally whack, for some reason they are the best stories going.
you could spit peppermint schnapps all over me & stuff whipped cream in my ears while i sleep & i doubt i'll take offense, but please don't attack my self-pity, she's quite sensitive & i love the gentle lulling she provides...
"hybrid gel grip" - that's what is written on the ballpoint pen cap my eyes glance upon. i find that would be more appropriate on a dildo!
the jew says to god: fuck you god, all my life i've asked that you let me win the lottery and you can't even make that happen! god says: fuck you, at least cut me some slack & start buying a ticket!
old jo3k (and prolly the only one i know) & i'm not jewish, but i often wonder about my lottery prayers...
if you have money you still die eventually. i will not give you my address so that when i piss you off enough you do not come and manically laser beam me. what a weapon of maZZ destruction, but it was so beautiful
so 2 setting suns starwars nostalgic
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