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name - chris
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3/30/2004 9:50:13 AM
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spillane is bleeding, making him the victor
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name - spillane
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3/30/2004 8:20:52 AM
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shit nigga... i am leaving for austin texas april 6th. do you hear me. next week (tuesday?). fucking bats and hot hot weather, and maybe cows, i would imagine cows or cattle or something realated to the beef industry. or maybe not. how about music, yes good music sceen? writers too? will i get tan? i don't know it is pretty impossible for me to get tan. what will i do... i have time off. lots of time off. unemployment? yes, i can call that in, have it direct deposited. money-beer-bitches. yes. what else. i don't know i need to conduct more research.
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name - r
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3/30/2004 4:11:02 AM
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Train A, traveling 70 miles per hour (mph), leaves Amberville heading toward Spillane Mountain, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Spillane Mountain heading toward Amberville. When do the two trains meet? How far from each city do they meet?
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yo, ambers like a train, everyone gets on and off
but nobody has to pay for the ride.
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There once was boy named spillane who enjoyed playing with his train set. One afternoon, his girl amber happened to be standing by the door listening to the spillane play. She was shocked when she heard him saying, "All right, all of you son of a bitches who want to get on the train, get on train. And all of you son of a bitches who want to get off the train, get off the train. And all of you son of a bitches who want to change seats, change seats now 'cause the train's getting ready to leave. Whoo whooooo."
Amber was just devastated, so she scolded spillane and said to him, "Now spillane, I want to go upstairs and take your nap, and when you get up, you can't play with your train set for two hours." So spillane took his nap and didn't even mention his train set for two hours. After the two hours were up, spillane asked amber if he could play with his train set again. She said yes, and asked him if he understood why he was punished. He nodded his head yes, and off he went. Amber stood by door to listen to what spillane would say.
Spillane sat down to his train set and calmly said, "Whoo whoooooo. All of you ladies and gentlemen, who want to get on the train, get on the train. All of you ladies and gentlemen, who want to get off the train, get off the train. And all you son of a bitches who are pissed 'cause the train is two hours late, go talk to the bitch in the kitchen.
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I love train humor!!!
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name - sorry james but I just have to write this.
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3/30/2004 1:35:02 AM
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For the record I was eating a burrito and taking a crap simultaneously, so you see it would have been next to impossible to carry on a telephone conversation.
Also, and do forgive me for this, but I believe the spelling is c-o-m-i-n-g.
Besides that, your so cute when your angry! What passion! What fury! I can almost see the spit flying out of your mouth while yelling into the empty telephone receiver. Isn't love grand? And yes dear. I do love you very much. I just missed my brain...er...train.
(Although, between you and me...may I suggest in the future counting to ten before writing anything regrettable on such a public forum as the guestbook.)
Anyways, in conclusion Mr. Hyde, I just want you to know, I am willing to bury the hatchet and would love to have you for dinner at my house tomorrow evening. One question though... will you be bringing your new girlfriend along or should I expect you to come alone? (I'de like to know how many place settings we'll be needing at the table).
With much love and my sincerest of apologies,
Your one and only (and clearly the victor this round) future Mrs. Amber Spillane.
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name - spillane
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3/29/2004 6:57:56 PM
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ireland just banned smoking in pubs. i am heading back over there.
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550
name - Colby
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3/29/2004 4:25:24 PM
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I'm sure there are a million things here and there, but this one caught my attention because it's as far as I got: It should be "wandering", not "wondering".
Tiredhead,
C
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name - spillane
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3/29/2004 3:35:49 PM
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amber is not comming up... she is instead sitting at creating trama and drama, because that is what she does. she isn't happy unless she is unhappy. i asked her today... "amber what makes you happy?" and she couldn;t answer the question. now let me know if this is confusing for anyone besides me... amber wrote in the guest book that she is comming up here at 3:00... so here i am waiting for her. i did my part. and some how this is all my fault... the fact that my son comming out this summer, yeah that is my fault. the fact that she couldn't get a ride, and called her, that is also my fault. that fact that i care about her. that is my fault.( apperently i only care about myself, and that is why i care about her, go figure...) when i ask her to talk straight with me... these are some of her many excuses
1. i am eating a burritio
2. i am eatting a taco
3. i am cleaning my room
4. i am not here
5. i have a headach
6. i don't want to talk about it...
7. i am taking a crap
(she sounds like a black guy in the army)
but she isn't running away from anything... never... so here i am on the phone... and the minute we start touching on delicate subjects... there she goes, ranting and raving in la la land about ficticous stuff. stuff that is out of eveyone's control, or dosn't even exist. but the things amber can change. she runs away from. and blames eveyone else for. well i am though with you. fucking done. stay away from this webpage please i ask you. and if this helps to keep you away...
i am seeing someone else. i don't care for them yet, like care for you, but i am sure i will... all you are good at is confusing and hurting people, and for what, sex? i can get that now thank you very much. so go fuck yourself.
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name - jonathan holley
email - johnnyamerica.net
3/29/2004 3:19:11 PM
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Last weekend I played Dungeons and Dragons and it turns out I'd understimated it's geekiness all these years. Two hours to create our characters, then another two to fetch a mill owner's daughter from the clutches of a massive, enchanted badger.
The character I created's name wass Zardoz, an illusionist (subset of the Wizard class) gnome. As a gnome, for one minute a day I could talk to a burrowing animal. I tried to talk to the badger but he simply lunged at me, taking four of my hit points. As a gnome I was allowed a familiar and was given a short list of animals to choose from. I chose a hedgehog which I named Brett Allen (also the name of one of my fellow nerds, who I think was a half-elf though I can't rember for sure). In the end we slew the badger, but it was tight there for a sec.
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name - ak
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3/29/2004 1:37:10 PM
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1-541-619-5658 but its my moms so I really don't see the point.
Everybody call my mom.
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name - chris
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3/29/2004 12:40:00 PM
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i called 1-800-gofuckyerself and got right through.
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name - spillane
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3/29/2004 10:05:04 AM
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i have an idea amber, why don't you give me your cell phone number... because this whole smoke signal thing isn't working.
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name - a
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3/28/2004 7:34:09 PM
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I am taking the 3:00 train. I believe that gets in around 8;00 something. Anywho, sorry I cant take the other one. thats all buster. out
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name - spillane
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3/28/2004 6:57:53 PM
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i am so excited that amber is comming up this weekend, that i went to the train station hoping that she would be there. i didn't work.
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name - spillane
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3/28/2004 6:02:52 PM
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thanks for the good story amber.
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name - a alert
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3/28/2004 5:40:35 PM
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Im sure you all have noticed that I haven't been soiling the guest book as much these days with my witty banter and unparalleled typing skills. Many things have indeed been going on in my life.... its just that now, you know....ever since the...um...sniff....break-up, I don't feel quite at ease the way I used to in the telling of every sorded detail of my terribly exciting life.
Because it is you know.
Excitingly terrible....I mean terribly exciting.
At first I thought I could tell you a few parts about my day by just ommiting the saucy-slash-zany amber alert stuff. But it would never work. The only good parts are the ones I have to omit. Like for example...and this is just for pretends....but lets say I were to have re-entered the world of dating (amber style). That could make for a great story. Especially if I were to drink on said dates and fall down. Or better yet date two guys at once and then watch them get into a fight at a hick bar. This, my friends is wonderfully dramatic material that any writer with the smallest degree of talent could make a good telling of.
Or we could even say that one guy is an ex-con (which the girl wouldn't know about until after having agreed to date him) and the other guy is contemplating joining the brotherhoood of the buddhist monk yet finds himself torn between his beliefs and his uncontrollable lust for the girl. Meanwhile the girl is fresh out of a relationship and just trying to enjoy the scenery of a small, predominately male, hard labor driven town. We have already established that there would be a fight....a good one, in a bar involving pool sticks and overturned chairs...screaming chicks everywhere "ack...noooo, don't fight....screech" we must also establish who we want to be the victor. I think the obvious choice would be the underdog appealing to the whole "overcoming adversity" genre. The Monk with the torn soul should definately win the girl....but only after having suffered a serious ass whooping by the angry confused ex-con who just plows through his face like he plows through his life....driven by fury and passion (therefore, we will have to build him into a good sex scene). The Monkish guy doesn't get a sex scene per say....he gets like an....um....temptation scene. You know where the reader contemplates closing their book and masturbating after having been led into a frenzy of sexual tension. So anywho... thats sort of what I would write about if it were not all fake and if I fealt more comfortable with the current "situation". Ah...so is life.
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name - amber alert
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3/28/2004 5:10:40 PM
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chris's way of getting the heat off him and on to me.
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name - chris
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3/28/2004 10:20:13 AM
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everytime i hear that there is an 'amber alert', the first thing that goes through my mind is 'what did that bitch do now?'
the words 'amber alert' make me think of amber raging through the streets of portland like godzilla, smashing buildings, overturning cars. 'this just in from channel 7 news, the entire pacific northwest is in a state of emergency after releasing an amber alert earlier today'.
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name - S
email -
3/28/2004 12:41:36 AM
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YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF PUSSIES
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537
name - chris
email -
3/27/2004 4:24:42 PM
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you motherfucker
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536
name - nigga, i'm keepin it real
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3/27/2004 2:52:19 PM
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Today, while driving home, Chris and I had conversation about pro sports. Chris had informed me that he no longer has the same views he once had regarding the professional athlete. Now that he is older Chris would much rather “grind it out”
“Yeah, I no longer want to be the best athlete in the world… you know?” which I did not know, or ever dreamed mainly due to my white up bringing.
“I have no problem playing 6th man for the Sonics, just coming off the bench and contributing where I can….”
This was news to me…
“Or maybe play for the mariners, you know a sort of pinch hitter or even a closer…”
I had no idea Chris was this talented… and to master two sports… duel disciplined?
“I’m comfortable with making a meager 300,000 and buying a little home in Bellevue on the lake, making it last, you know… a career.”
So take fair warning next time you challenge chris to a game of one on one, although he is no longer the best athlete in the world, or even a starter for the Sonics… he is still dangerous, very dangerous.
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name - spillane
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3/26/2004 11:14:56 AM
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there are two updates today, be sure to check them both.
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name - spillane
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3/25/2004 11:15:55 PM
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i always wanted to be black
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533
name - spillane
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3/25/2004 5:18:41 PM
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i will dedicate the next six updates to making fun of chris. damn him!
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name - a
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3/25/2004 5:09:54 PM
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and may I ask exactly who's carpet will we be munching tonight Mr. Spillane?...(long dreary silence)....
Yeah, thats sort of what I thought.
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name - amber
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3/25/2004 5:07:25 PM
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oh no....chris.........not only am i drunk and laughing but.....i'm doing the microsoft padawan dance in your honor.
Although, I believe it was myself who was responsible for the whole cup-label thing. Afterall I did live on the "mountain of worth".
And yeah, so maybe I have to wax where no woman has waxed before, talk to the altruist of my genetic propensity.
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