There's nothing like nearly running over a bunch of drugged-out raver fruitcakes wandering around parking lots in the middle of the night and getting glowsticks thrown at you.
Oh ho ho ho! Get acquainted with a jug of turpentine, you useless waste!
Nice, "SNACK" tattoo, coach.
YO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A STROKE AND DIE ON THE TOILET XOXO
I think the whole rave "phenomenon" has a lot of similarities to a really disgusting obese man. Good people get into it, kind of like how cupcakes and other tasty treats go into the fat man. After a while though, shit begins to come out of the fat man whether he wants it to or not (the fat man is also incontenent). The shit is likened to puffy pants and pacifiers and other cutesy idiot garbage that turns once normal people into brain-dead idiots. Also the man has the runs.
~*~ P.L.U.R. = PeAcE, LoVe, UnItY, ReSpEcT ~*~
That's interesting, I'll file it right next to Intelligent Design in my "Dumb Fucking Theories" folder.
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Hey, have you guys ever seen a picture of a cat before? Well, guess what. It’s your lucky day, because I’m mixing the concept of a picture of my cat with the concept of the Internet!
Once again I'm stuck with a useless egg man statue and nobody to tend to my robust physical and emotional needs. Worst of all, the egg man didn't even come with a stool. I have to share my recliner and bed with him, and he is not sensitive to my needs at all.
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