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Hate me am lpove c=unksunckers after burned, I wishj I was dead.,

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Hate me am lpove c=unksunckers after burned, I wishj I was dead.,

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Hmm. Vell, if ve look at ze composition of Vindzok's message... it zeems as zo he has (I can't keep that up) mentioned love, hate, cocksucking and being burnt in the same sentence.

Is it possible that Windsock has just been jilted by a woman? Was he in love, secretly, admitted his feelings to the woman in question and was jilted by her?

If so, I suspect Windsock has been banned from that particular liquor store.

Possible scenario:

Windsock shuffles to counter carrying (insert cheapest brand of any liquor here). Looks at matronly Indian woman behind counter: "Xshcuze me. I love you. Will you suck my cock?"

Woman: "Aaaaaargh! I call the police! I call the police! You no come here no more! Police!" all this said whilst pulling sawn-off from below counter as Windsock shuffles to exit.

Curtain.

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I'm not surprised. It was inevitable.

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What the hell is a Scientologist like Lisa Marie Presley doing in that video? And Justin Timberlake? Dress in black, cut a fake pose, riff through his corpse for any vestige of hipness, hope it sticks.

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I'm not surprised. It was inevitable.

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What the hell is a Scientologist like Lisa Marie Presley doing in that video? And Justin Timberlake? Dress in black, cut a fake pose, riff through his corpse for any vestige of hipness, hope it sticks.

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I see your point, and don't dispute it. But Mr. Cash's point is that God's Gonna Cut Them Down, too.

(And He will )

Edit: Let's not go "fatshot" on this amazing thread. A slice of the real world of Windsock is on open display on the board. I think it's a thing of beauty, like a supernova...

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I don't miss driving in the snow.

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State your position, faggot.,

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That sounds to me like the textual equivalent of a duel challenge...

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Your hatred sems arbitratry. State your position, faggot.,

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Or does the XPT community think I'd be making a huge mistake doing this? Given my current life expectancy it probably doesnt matter, but I have to think of the wellbeing of the state of California if I import this drunken-yet-lovable pervert.

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i just realized windsock and i live really, really close and we are gettin' together for drinks soon. i'll interview him for ya, burg, if ya want

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Burg, are sweatpants acceptable attire at said job? Soiled sweatpants that is.

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Me personally I would have no problem, but we have customers come on tours and some of these include stuffy execs from Hotels and Casinos from Places like Tahoe and Squaw Valley, and seeing a drunken bum with cheez whiz stains on white Adidas Sweats might not fit with our image.

I just noticed, my wheelchair is about as big as his car.




WindsoCK! You are a Wayyyyy to brilliant and funny to live like this. Let me make you my project, turn you around, so you can afford the high class hookers who will give you the respect, and blowjobs, you so richly deserve. Dude, have you ever done day trading? Let's start there and move on to junk bonds and International Markets later. This will be my last good deed before I die, maybe keep me out of druidic hell.

We'll consult Gia on your wardrobe later...

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WindsoCK! You are a Wayyyyy to brilliant and funny to live like this. Let me make you my project, turn you around, so you can afford the high class hookers who will give you the respect, and blowjobs, you so richly deserve. Dude, have you ever done day trading? Let's start there and move on to junk bonds and International Markets later. This will be my last good deed before I die, maybe keep me out of druidic hell.

We'll consult Gia on your wardrobe later...

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I'm leaving for work now. I will take a Pexeva, a Campral, a b complex plus multivitamin, and chromium. Then I'm out the door borrowing my roomate's car to drive to the warehouse. I called off yesterday ostensibly because of the snow on the roads. I may get a writeup becuse I had onlky 4 hours of sicktime left and no vacation. Why am I telling you this? Because I feel like it I guess. But know your kind words mean a lot. I have no skills and my powers of persuasion are not good. But if you and I put our heads and your wealth together I'm sure we can help me out. Thanks, brah.

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Just got back from Akron. I allowed the number 2 in Ohio by sales volume car lot rape me. They are going to continue to rape me for the next 72 months. My salesman was a very congenial young black man who called himself "Keith", but I'm not altogether sure it wasn't our long lost Bishop. When I drove him back to the lot (he followed my roomate's car back to my home with the 2002 Chevy Cavalier that may as well be forced into my rectum) he mentioned having a 20 month old son. How old is Bishop's child? Anyway, this fellow saw me coming from far off (as did everyone else on the lot, including the attractive young women the send out to greet potential buyers to grease the skids. I'm a very naive and simple soul who is easily manipulated and confused, and it may as well be printed on my forehead. The sales tactic Bishop used on me worked like gangbusters as this was my first finance buy. It began with a succorring approach with me making the terms, then after several trips to an office I found myself emptying out all save $20 from my checking account as a downpayment and agreeing to a monthly for the next 72 months that is more than $20 over the maximum I stressed I could afford. I know idiots like me are essential to the functioning of such a world as this, but I just wish I was all idiot and be able to delude myself that I got the "great deal" that Bishop smirked to me after all papers were signed. It's hell to be a sheep who knows full well exactly what the long slow march to the slaughterhouse is heading toward. Fuck me.

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Damn it Bishop! Hang in there Windy, the good news is, you have a functioning vehicle now. Granted, maybe you went a little over your budget, but that's not as uncommon as you think when you're dealing with asshole car salesmen. Did they let you trade in your wrecked ride?

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Just got back from Akron. I allowed the number 2 in Ohio by sales volume car lot rape me. They are going to continue to rape me for the next 72 months. My salesman was a very congenial young black man who called himself "Keith", but I'm not altogether sure it wasn't our long lost Bishop. When I drove him back to the lot (he followed my roomate's car back to my home with the 2002 Chevy Cavalier that may as well be forced into my rectum) he mentioned having a 20 month old son. How old is Bishop's child? Anyway, this fellow saw me coming from far off (as did everyone else on the lot, including the attractive young women they send out before salesfolk proper to greet potential buyers and grease the skids). I'm a very naive and simple soul who is easily manipulated and confused, and it may as well be printed on my forehead. The sales tactic Bishop used on me worked like gangbusters as this was my first finance buy. It began with a succorring approach with me making the terms, then after several trips by him to an unseen office I found myself emptying out all save $20 from my checking account as a downpayment and agreeing to a monthly for the next 72 months that is more than $20 over the maximum I stressed I could afford. I know idiots like me are essential to the functioning of such a world as this, but I just wish I was all idiot and be able to delude myself that I got the "great deal" that Bishop smirked to I had gotten me after all papers were signed and my fate was sealed. It's hell to be a sheep who knows full well exactly what the long slow march to the slaughterhouse is heading toward. Fuck me.

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No, the Jetta is undrivable. And I figure I'm better off parting it off or selling it to somebody who wants to part it off. Or maybe I'll put it on eBay and the beastly West Coast hedonists on this board can bid on it like it was a maudlin piece of sculpture that reinforces the way they feel about the pitiful existence lead by us Great Unwashed Suckers in the flyover states.

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um no ...he got a Chevy Cavalier.

A model name, by the way, which will only serve to keep reminding him of the salesman's attitude. But if you are gonna get fucked by a carlot jockey at least he was an ex professional fucker.

Weathervane...Just move in with the Rich Bastard who owns some stock in a brewery. If you are going to be ass raped by life you might as well go whole hog.

In for a dime, in for a dollar.what what?

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Just got back from Akron. I allowed the number 2 in Ohio by sales volume car lot rape me. They are going to continue to rape me for the next 72 months. My salesman was a very congenial young black man who called himself "Keith", but I'm not altogether sure it wasn't our long lost Bishop. When I drove him back to the lot (he followed my roomate's car back to my home with the 2002 Chevy Cavalier that may as well be forced into my rectum) he mentioned having a 20 month old son. How old is Bishop's child? Anyway, this fellow saw me coming from far off (as did everyone else on the lot, including the attractive young women they send out before salesfolk proper to greet potential buyers and grease the skids). I'm a very naive and simple soul who is easily manipulated and confused, and it may as well be printed on my forehead. The sales tactic Bishop used on me worked like gangbusters as this was my first finance buy. It began with a succorring approach with me making the terms, then after several trips by him to an unseen office I found myself emptying out all save $20 from my checking account as a downpayment and agreeing to a monthly for the next 72 months that is more than $20 over the maximum I stressed I could afford. I know idiots like me are essential to the functioning of such a world as this, but I just wish I was all idiot and be able to delude myself that I got the "great deal" that Bishop smirked to I had gotten me after all papers were signed and my fate was sealed. It's hell to be a sheep who knows full well exactly what the long slow march to the slaughterhouse is heading toward. Fuck me.

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Zurich is stained, but it's not your fault

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I saw one of those today.

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Just got back from Akron. I allowed the number 2 in Ohio by sales volume car lot rape me. They are going to continue to rape me for the next 72 months. My salesman was a very congenial young black man who called himself "Keith", but I'm not altogether sure it wasn't our long lost Bishop. When I drove him back to the lot (he followed my roomate's car back to my home with the 2002 Chevy Cavalier that may as well be forced into my rectum) he mentioned having a 20 month old son. How old is Bishop's child? Anyway, this fellow saw me coming from far off (as did everyone else on the lot, including the attractive young women they send out before salesfolk proper to greet potential buyers and grease the skids). I'm a very naive and simple soul who is easily manipulated and confused, and it may as well be printed on my forehead. The sales tactic Bishop used on me worked like gangbusters as this was my first finance buy. It began with a succorring approach with me making the terms, then after several trips by him to an unseen office I found myself emptying out all save $20 from my checking account as a downpayment and agreeing to a monthly for the next 72 months that is more than $20 over the maximum I stressed I could afford. I know idiots like me are essential to the functioning of such a world as this, but I just wish I was all idiot and be able to delude myself that I got the "great deal" that Bishop smirked to I had gotten me after all papers were signed and my fate was sealed. It's hell to be a sheep who knows full well exactly what the long slow march to the slaughterhouse is heading toward. Fuck me.

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I forget if it was Gia or someone else who called Windsock/CAOH the most lovable, adorable XPT'er. His perversion is simply too honest and hearfelt to be offensive, and I am sure that Cherry Poppins, being the down to earth hippie stoner chick she is would find CAOH a nice dude she could love unconditionally; this has the makings of an XPT version of Eric Segal's "Love Story", the otherwise nauseating tale of tragic love at Harvard which makes James and I barf, except Windsock is a perfect fit for such a tale.

Wind/CAOH, open a paypal account now, I am overcome with emotion....

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I've sold a few shit on ebay. I have paypal. I've always love your presence here, Bugger. In my fantasies I invision my support for you as being the barriwer over which monkey's piepipper song against couldn't find purchase. But it's these thought thar count. Anway I havbe zero job or educational experiencxe that warrants a resume. If it is someother info you require from the form just tell me. I haven't been convicted or charge with anything more severe than a third degree misdemeaner. I haver no childern. I'm tyring to think. Just tell me what you want to know here on the board. I'm aqm open book.

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I haven't been convicted or charge with anything more severe than a third degree misdemeaner.

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What about the vehicular manslaughter charge?

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I've sold a few shit on ebay. I have paypal. I've always love your presence here, Bugger. In my fantasies I invision my support for you as being the barriwer over which monkey's piepipper song against couldn't find purchase. But it's these thought thar count. Anway I havbe zero job or educational experiencxe that warrants a resume. If it is someother info you require from the form just tell me. I haven't been convicted or charge with anything more severe than a third degree misdemeaner. I haver no childern. I'm tyring to think. Just tell me what you want to know here on the board. I'm aqm open book.

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