Because decision is a one-way street.

Evol will be doing same thing as every weekend.

1) score drugs
2) find a way out of the El Milagro factory.
3) play washed up video games
4) in police custody

I'm sorry... have we met?

But you can still cross to the other side, right?

No. Absolutely not.

Hence my dilema.

I really think you're overthinking this. Just do what feels right. There is no right or wrong decision in matters such as this--there is only a decision.

God. Yr yoda.

Well....this weekend is going to only consist of #3.



Sorry to disappoint.




EDIT: Actually #1 may happen through a stroke of luck. I might get a few shrooms fer tomorrow. If not, I'm probably going to play some vidya games at teh arcade. But that's tomorrow. Tonight.....uhhh take a bike ride at 10 see what happens from there. There you are gast. Are you gonna be meetin' up with the chickys this weekend gast? Spit mad game....

http://www.ecanadanow.com/world/2012...shed-to-death/

http://www.sonicyouth.com/gossip/showthread.php?t=73746

Yr welcome!

no, the girl i met online lives in italy
have a chat with her
getting to know her and stuff

i have a bike plan for tomorrow
going to a nature park
can't get a car rent for this weekend so a trip to paris will be for the next weeks

mine are usually boring. I'm not very adequate when it comes to finding things to do on my spare time. I also hate shiny rooms.

Where'd Robert Schenck go?

You're not German, are you.

LOL. You should have pulled out a black notebook, looked very sternly at them, and asked for their addresses.

good link. the url had my hopes up it was in canada though.

Bagpipes and snares right next door. Why.

Aww that's sweet of him.


Thanks god, but I'm not Irish, and don't kiss me.

Then you say, "Und vy do you ask, by the vay? (Slight pause and a sick smile.) I am just asking out of curiosity, of course..." And while you say this you pull out the black notebook (it must be black!) and act like you are recording every word they say.

I can't believe nobody here has the cultural knowledge, or the lack of self-obsession, to be able to answer my question about the history of alcohol advertising in the New Yorker since 1973. My God. Don't you people have a real life?