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URBANUS
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I never ever look in the photography thread on this forum.
Please people, admit something anything.
Please people, admit something anything.
I hate fellow swedes, glad you're across the pond you offspring from traitors that left cause they couldn't handle a little starving.I’m watching you.......right now
I'm a big fan of frosted shredded wheat, but I'm not above getting into my kid's Cap'n Crunch. Never for breakfast though. Mainly for dessert/late night snack.I'm 44 and I still love sugared cereals.
If only I could find some milk in the grocery store. Seems impossible these days.I'm a big fan of frosted shredded wheat, but I'm not above getting into my kid's Cap'n Crunch. Never for breakfast though. Mainly for dessert/late night snack.
Eggs too. It's like the farmers have seen Morrissey's website and just given up.If only I could find some milk in the grocery store. Seems impossible these days.
It's in the back, past the nut milk and soy everything. Go through the door that says employees only, you will find a room of black onyx with an imposing Sphinx who will ask you three riddles. If you can answer them and sit through the following PETA lecture given by what appears to be an aged wizard, the milk shall be yours.If only I could find some milk in the grocery store. Seems impossible these days.
Don't be silly, that's Morrissey.It's in the back, past the nut milk and soy everything. Go through the door that says employees only, you will find a room of black onyx with an imposing Sphinx who will ask you three riddles. If you can answer them and sit through the following PETA lecture given by what appears to be an aged wizard, the milk shall be yours.
"A wizard is neither early nor late, he arrives precisely when he means to, except for sometimes when the stage heater isn't working or any other number of excuses, really."Don't be silly, that's Morrissey.
That's some mystic stuff you've got there. And it explains a lot."A wizard is neither early nor late, he arrives precisely when he means to, except for sometimes when the stage heater isn't working or any other number of excuses, really."
A small Tolkien of wisdom.That's some mystic stuff you've got there. And it explains a lot.
There’s the Urbanus I missed so much. No one can come close to imitating that special mix of piss and vinegar. Glad you survived the famine.I hate fellow swedes, glad you're across the pond you offspring from traitors that left cause they couldn't handle a little starving.
Yada yada yada......I am planning my suicide and this time it will be third time lucky. For those that have never been there who think it is just go ahead and do it I can honestly say there is a lot of planning that comes along with it. Most of all you fight your mind and guilt and all that crap but you need to focus on the horizon and what is beyond it and the jubilation of letting go of the hell that is life.
OK, this I’ve only owned up to once before and only once I was safely an adult. When I was 5 and my brother was 2, and we happened upon my mother’s sewing machine on but unattended so I stuck his thumb under the needle and turned it on. I can still recall two noises clearly: 1) the strained sound of the motor trying to pull the needle back out of his thumbnail unsuccessfully and 2) his howls of intense pain. Now I think this was mainly about curiousity and that I didn’t intend to hurt him. But I did have the presence of mind to experiment on his thumb and not on my own. I also felt that it was immediately time to high-tail it out of there and get to another floor. My brother was discovered there and due to his poor verbal skills, it was assumed he was a dumbass who did it to his own fool self. I got away completely. It was sometime in my 20s when I brought this up and turned myself in as the budding psychopath I was back then.
I was just a criminal mastermind. One of my earliest memories is one of the neighbors getting a beautiful red tricycle for his birthday, and me, being a covetous little bastard, stole it from his yard when they were inside. I knew that I couldn't get away with it as it was, so I hid in the shed, where I found a bucket of bright yellow paint (Think curb paint) and brush painted the whole thing- and I mean the whole thing, tires, handlebars, spokes and all. No one could possibly ever think I stole it, it was a bright red tricycle, and here I was, the proud owner of a bright yellow tricycle, (and bright yellow hands, and butt) so I was really surprised when the grown ups figured me out in an instant. My parents had to buy him a brand new one, and I was made to pick strawberries to earn money to pay my parents, and was given the awful looking yellow tricycle at the end of the summer when I'd paid it off.OK, this I’ve only owned up to once before and only once I was safely an adult. When I was 5 and my brother was 2, and we happened upon my mother’s sewing machine on but unattended so I stuck his thumb under the needle and turned it on. I can still recall two noises clearly: 1) the strained sound of the motor trying to pull the needle back out of his thumbnail unsuccessfully and 2) his howls of intense pain. Now I think this was mainly about curiousity and that I didn’t intend to hurt him. But I did have the presence of mind to experiment on his thumb and not on my own. I also felt that it was immediately time to high-tail it out of there and get to another floor. My brother was discovered there and due to his poor verbal skills, it was assumed he was a dumbass who did it to his own fool self. I got away completely. It was sometime in my 20s when I brought this up and turned myself in as the budding psychopath I was back then.