Maybe next weekend or the weekend after that... I don't know for sure but it's time now. Time to chase the demons aboard the ship of death. Be there or be a little sissy with no friends and cancer in your stomach.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
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Screw your pansy Ship of Death. You should come hang out with me here.
Damn triatheletes. You're all so damn ... tri-sexy!
"The Ship of Death experience" is a triathlon in itself.
getting there, surviving the ride, coming home alive
Just fill that flask up with some Grey Goose, and that ship of death will become a Ship of Partyin' Down.
It's Rheborg! On another ship! Not ours!
i imagined you with better hair, brunette hair, and a black tee shirt, no beer belly.
Yeah, all of that is in accordance with reality. But at this rate I'll probably have a beer belly very soon, I'm afraid.
you must telll us, where does the ship of death take you guys?
We've told you quite a few times (here, for instance) that is takes us to Åland, and back again.
No casualties so far. But seeing as how I'm suicidally depressed this could be the time the Ship finally earns its nickname.
I hate death pacts but ok-ay.
They say that the ship sails to Åland and back but I'm not sure if that's true. Never managed to check it out.
No way. The last time I agreed to a death pact I just ended up with carpet burn. So disappointing.
yes i know it goes to aland... but why? what is it you do there? swedish stuff?
We never actually step foot on Åland.
and you still haven't really explained who it is in that picture.
His name is Rheborg. That's all you need to know to find out everything.
what is so wrong with life anyway that you can't try to make it better?
I don't know. Maybe I'm just starved for love (i.e. horny).
have fun on your trip!
Thanks, but I feel it won't happen for at least a few weeks.
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