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that kind of shit doesn't happen if you bring them up with sesame street, mr rogers, and barney. ;)

i did. she's boring. i met her back in february, and have no interest in seeing her ever again. ;) i was thinking somewhere like the heart and crown or patty bolland's. who's in?

this wasn't meant to come across as creepy, i just don't know anyone in ottawa. ;)

guys too!

eeeeeeeeep.

who on here is living in ottawa? and those of you who are, who's 19 or over? i'd like to set up a near fantastica meetup. ;)

clearly.

looking for a daddy? wait, are you over 19? ;)

ali g is hilarious.

hilarious. somalia get's the beatdowns, tonight at eleven. ;)

sweet i'm sleepy it feels like the real thing the doctors are confident the pills always win you're constantly travelling but you can't feel your feet the parts you've forgotten are all unearthed that night we were hopeless and dead on our feet the bombs started falling as we walked out to the streets waited for confidence cause surely it's given at the last moment so you can die living

counting blue cars and once in a while were good tunes, but i wouldn't consider myself a fan.

i dated a girl for two months who's favourite band is evanescence. ;)

i was at the game yesterday, fool.

;) no, they aren't. i wrote them a few years ago.

wrong forum!?

The Art of Selling Out It looked the same yesterday as it does today, as it will tomorrow. Things only really change on the inside. Internal reasoning gives out after a while and once that happens you're fucked. Like the majority of the population you're probably wondering how you're going to pay the rent, or the mortgage or the utilities, or the car payment, or maybe even the monthly credit card bill. Whatever it is that causes you to lose sleep, pull on all your hair or take out a loan, chances are you're in some sort of debt. Well, I figure I've got to start paying off my student loan soon. I figure I won't be out of the red until I'm 30. This is precisely where the thought of selling out comes into play. You need money, and they've got money coming out of their asses. Consider the following equation: Y + D + F + H + M.V = P.H + L.O.S + MD + C.H.A.O.S. It breaks down like this; Y represents YOU. I could have done the M is for MAN, W is for WOMAN deal, but that's been done way too many times. D is DEBT, which I have been in since the start of college back in early 2000. F stands for FAMILY, which will most likely be a while off for me, but it is on the horizon. H represents the purchase of a HOUSE, and M.V. is for MINI VAN. Your dreams of owning that Mercedes Benz all went out the window. Added together, it results in P.H. PULLING HAIR, L.O.S. LOSS OF SLEEP and finally C.H.A.O.S, COPIUS and HARMFULL AMOUNTS OF SEDITIVES. That's enough to make your head spin, and it's the prime breeding ground for sellouts. You want to make more money, so you whore yourself out to some faceless corporation. Do you want to be the next big thing? It's the perfect time to sell your soul to pay the bills. Britney Spears, NSYNC, Sum 41, Avril Lavigne, Christina Aguiellera, Creed, Our Lady Peace, Default, Nickleback, and on and on. They all sold out, and now they're rich. They have no credibility, no talent, and no future, but they are all rich. I'm sure they're fine with it. It'll all pass over in a few weeks, and there will be a new one hit wonder to take their place.

The Tale of Greg Rabieson The story I am about to tell you is entirely true. Names in most cases have been changed to poke fun at those involved. In a quiet neighbourhood in a quiet town there lived a troubled little boy named Greg Rabieson. No one liked Greg Rabieson because he was a baby. Greg would come home from school crying somedays saying no one liked him, he was right. You might think that was usual for someone just entering into public school, and on a good day I might agree, but Greg wasn't going into public school. He was in his first year of college. One particular day he came home with a huge goofy smile on his face, which he sometimes had, and which made him look like a raging homo. This time he was blabbing about some girl he had talked to for 5 minutes and fallen in love with. Over the next couple days he managed to convince her he wasn't a psycho, even though it was obvious he was. After countless harassments she finally let her guard down enough for him to follow her home. He was also able to coax out of his roommate Bradley Scottley, her phone number. Throughout the following months Greg called the girl day and night. He also seemed to find time to talk to 14 year olds on the internet. Eventually the girl got so fed up with Greg, that she lied and told him she was a lesbian. The next day Bradley came home to find Greg had commited suicide by hanging himself with dental floss from a coat hanger in his closet. Life went on, and although nobody said anything, everyone was happier. Now you may ask yourself, "self, how could someone hang themselves with dental floss?" well, although Greg was 19, he only weighed 85 lbs.

a lot of people don't like PJ, listen to Wishlist, that might change your mind. wishlist is their worst song.

And you are the all-knowing Scot, king of music, with creating such hits as "Echoes" and "Killing Time". Therefore, your opinion is ALWAYS right and whoever opposes you clearly has bad taste. But nevermind that, Prozzak are past their day. Edit: But really though, I completely support what you're doing. I'm just bugging you about it like they used to on the Metro. Hahaha ohhh, so many memories. i've missed the good natured ribbing that one can come to expect on here. between the your band sucks, and the omg!1 your mum wrote your bio!? it's a welcome change.

the correct answer is radiohead.

in english!?

there is if people start taking it seriously.

first person to pm me with the answer to this question, gets all my nf$. what's my favourite band?

ten. obviously.