Puff Daddy, Dollah Billz, and Card Swiping

[delirioushack]

Imagine having someone waking you up every morning and saying "Hey, what's up?" over and over until you're out of things to say. You'd probably kill them, but that's not the point. After a few days, the replies are nothing but "Uh, nothin' much. Jus' chillin'," until something really profound occurs. That's what it's like trying to keep these

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Like takin money from a passed-out sombrero man!

[anonymous]

I wouldn't be so sure the almighty dollar is as powerful as it is proported to be. Some say it's the root of all evil; if this axiom holds true, I'll be the most fucking sinnistar person this side of the Styx. But so far, I'm not that evil, that comes later, as the dollars acrue and my trip to Vegas on the shattered dreams of a broken and bleeding english major near, so will my title as Lord Supreme of ALL Things Evil and Unrighteous in the Realms of the Mid/Lower Pitt Campus (lightening crashes and hail shatters a window in the hospital, a small child suffering from pneumonia dies, chest congested and muscosal secretions glistening) ... sMUUUWAAHAHAHAHAHahahack ... *cough cough cough.* I'll get you my pretty, and your little SAS Ship too!

Re: Like takin money from a passed-out sombrero man!

[anonymous]

Aight, fuckin English majors make these notes a little too long and involved. And Mike, you're a cheap bastard. Damn you, for all those times I spotted you. And Josh, you better quit that articulate bullshit out before we go to culinary school. Chefs don't get paid to talk.