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Posts posted by pavlova cakesworth
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pixies = doolittle
bob dylan = blonde on blonde
blur = parklife
eddy current suppression ring = primary colours
secret birds = double snake hollow
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ps dudes i'm clear to use those
see "Location"
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what's worse? a white person calling their white friends nigga, or a white person calling their white friends cracka?
]what about asain people? can we start using some of their derogatory names? They have some good ones, more diverse that black people...
Or jewish people? Arabs? Mederteranian? Skandinavian? South-American? There is so many good derogatory words, that put down ethnic groups of people... and thats why we're her... right?
what are "asains" and "mederteranians"
fuckin' convict bogan ocker anglo-pilferer skippy yobbo can't spell for shit
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on queen street i saw a guy chasing after his chihuahua (which was wearing a sweater) saying "tina come back". true story.
should have seen it coming
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holy shit i actually thought s___ was a girl's name
that is, if it's the name i'm thinking of, which i'm pretty sure it is
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you just called a woman a bitch and spelt school with a k. who's high school?
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dear jmatsu,
what's the best way to approach chicks while patrolling the mall and club?
TIA.
are you a security guard?
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oh, i thought it was july 1st
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so who won? wasn't it supposed to be announced yesterday?
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speaking of the T-1000, I have a morning ritual that I need to share. I call it "The Terminator". First, I crouch down in the shower, in the classic, "naked terminator travelling through time", pose. With me eyes closed, I crouch there for a minute, visualizing either Arnold or the guy from the second movie (not the chick in the third one because that one sucked) and I start to hum the terminator theme. Then I slowly rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me to proceed through my day as an emotionless, cyborg badass. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my leg. It ruins the fantasy.0
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it's called "soft drink" ok
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i'm with you jean-claude, no way did i want to see that much decolletage
(10)
i totally did
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i think non-stretched/compressed jane is better-looking than stretched/non-compressed jane
but WHICH IS THE TRUE FACE OF JANE
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^i liek dat...
pics of ur current hair and the hairstylez u goin for?
why is it that only some words get the Z? is it like, "for this one, i'll play it safe with S, but whoa, man, i'll ramp it up to a Z on this one"?
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i cannot stress how much everybody in this thread is overrating is this it. don't get me wrong, it is a personal favourite of mine, but just because they launched a thousand NME covers means diddly fuck in terms of recorded material. the same goes for the libertines. or would you put highly evolved in your lists as well?
and fuck a "well it's crap sure but people are so stupid they'll think it's a classic heh heh" argument, that's like the perfect rebuttal of your original position. ten years from now kids are going to go straight to the velvet underground and the stooges just like how we skipped elastica and went straight for wire. the second round will fall away with time.
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He was waiting for a train to sweep him off to through the dark suburbs. Had been waiting. The ticket in his back pocket read "8:30" and it was now 8:58 - he'd passed twenty minutes worriedly considering how much time would be afforded the latecomers, how fashionable he could afford to be without wasting money. He stood at the station alone, for reasons of difference of taste between him and his girlfriend and friends, reasons which he'd manufactured. Why, though? Couldn't think straight in this cold. He was of the disposition that would have had him called it "a cold and indie night" if there had been anyone to quip to, or if he were a reviewer or something. Windless though the night was, the cold stole into his jacket as if it were cheesecloth; yet again had he sacrificed function on the gilt altar of form, and yet again would he be made ill, waking after a twitching sleep, throat raw and nose dully blocked. In this regard he imputed his (admittedly high) metabolism with supernaturally curative effects, falsely believing it capable of warming him from absolute zero. He lifted his shoulders into a sort of extended shrug and lowered his chin into the hollow they left, gazing at the shining steel ribbons stitched into the gravel between this platform and that. An idea. Someone had once told him - a magazine? His physics teacher? - that a coming train was easily audible if you just hopped down onto the tracks and put your ear against the metal just like th-
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what'd you do, start a fire or something?
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it'sh like one of thoshe sean connery impressionsh where all they do is replashe every inshtansh of the "s"-shound with "sh", except for weezy or shomeone or other.
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Favorite Quotes?
in superculture
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things in this world seldom come down to an either-or decision, and possible courses of action, and feelings, are as infinitely various as kinds of noses on the gamut from hooked to snub. forgive me, then, if i concede your entire argument and still try to find a loophole between the either and the or.
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