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Post by Luke on Oct 28, 2008 9:31:34 GMT -5
Hey, I'm Luke. Who are you? Really? How are the kids?
Tell us about yourself. Lie if you want to. Post someone else's picture. Be an Internet tough guy. You might even be a virtual millionaire!
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Post by JTagmire on Oct 29, 2008 6:12:41 GMT -5
I'm J. I'm from South Jersey. I'm pushing 30. I'm starting an arts venue. I like to eat burritos. My kid is doing well.  |
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Post by Suzanne on Oct 29, 2008 7:54:49 GMT -5
Im Suzanne from Perth, 24, a Librarian by trade, I write lots and read lots. I play bass guitar and piano and am left handed. My ancestors are Welsh witches and coal mining communists.   |
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Post by Luke on Oct 29, 2008 8:10:14 GMT -5
We're doing pictures now?? I write, and make comics and play a plastic child's guitar poorly.   |
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mike
Douche
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Post by mike on Oct 29, 2008 8:18:57 GMT -5
i'm mike. i'm 24, transplanted from south jersey to philly a few years ago(SELLOUTZ!). i used to play bass and leave my house periodically, but now i just eat and complain about things. also, i don't have any pictures where i'm holding toys.
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Post by Luke on Oct 29, 2008 8:22:40 GMT -5
Did you guys realise we were all holding toys? I think that makes us retarded.
Welcome, Mike.
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Post by Suzanne on Oct 29, 2008 8:55:13 GMT -5
We are so retarded.
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grug
Gad about Town
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Post by grug on Oct 29, 2008 8:59:16 GMT -5
I couldn't find a picture of me holding a toy.  My name is Robert, I work under the dumbass pen name of Edward J Grug III, most people call me Grug. I draw comics and have internet fights. I am in Perth, Western Australia. |
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grug
Gad about Town
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Post by grug on Oct 29, 2008 9:00:19 GMT -5
My hair is much longer than that now. But it is a good photo, and photos of me aren't all that common.
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Post by residentlilly on Oct 29, 2008 9:31:23 GMT -5
Tell you a little about me...
We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes.
Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
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Post by Luke on Oct 29, 2008 9:32:12 GMT -5
That was you?
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Post by Suzanne on Oct 29, 2008 9:42:35 GMT -5
what this board needs is a grizzled american hero. Hurrah for Ken!
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Post by JTagmire on Oct 29, 2008 11:27:40 GMT -5
Hey Mike, glad to see you over here! Haven't seen you in a little while now.
Welcome Grug and Ken.
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Post by Colossal Cockhole on Oct 29, 2008 18:04:37 GMT -5
Guess I should get around to posting in this thread, no?
My name is Mike as well, but figuring that there would be multiple Mikes, I elected to go with something much more original - my last name.
I am currently living in Manchester, New Hampshire and have been cooking all day today, though I still haven't gotten around to making the cake I intended to. Tomorrow may call for baking seven pies.
If you haven't checked it out yet, you should read my blog at the link in my signature, as it is full of the most important work you will ever be exposed to.
Ken, Grug, Mike, and Alison, glad you're here!
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Post by jessica on Oct 29, 2008 21:57:34 GMT -5
 I pretend to be a fish! I live in WA with Grug (we are going to get married). We have a bunny! I draw comics and paint and sew and embroider and think about bunnies. I am 29 and I like buttons. |
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