yep

bareshare or kaaza work great

*stares blankly at post :| *
........?

this thread will demolish itself in 5 hours unless some explains to me the idea behind it..

i was tryna work out what it was aboot also!?!?

well it WONT demolish iself since im not the moderator here
:(

at guess, this guy got recommended brearshare or kazza a while ago, and now he's just saying they work but not on the same post so that it makes sense....

14, corncob , earwax , Peru

So here I am, sitting on a park bench playing with my money, when I hear this loud noise (more of a loud buzzing noise really). Normally I don't pay much attention to things like loud noises, my concentration being more precious than gold, but this time I couldn't help but look around to find the source. I didn't see anything. I shrugged it off and went back to playing with my monkey (his name is Strat Monkey btw). A couple hours passed, the sun set, rose, etc. Finally, after a couple days, I got tired of the noise and stood up from the bench.
"Oi!" I says, trying my best to look serious, "what the hell is that noise?" Nobody answered me. The noise continued unabated. I sat down and started playing with my monkey again. Three years later I looked up to find someone staring at me.

"Yes, I'm playing with my monkey." I informed the stranger. He shrugged and walked away. It was around this time I noticed a strange tugging sensation on the top of my head.

"That's odd, there's a strange tugging sensation on the top of my head." I said to myself. The loud drilling noise stopped.

"I'm sorry," a voice said above me, "it'll only last a minute." After a minute a green alien jumped off my head, onto the bench, and kicked my monkey. In his hand was a small hand drill (the kind you use two hands for.

"Oi! You kicked my monkey." I exclaimed. The little alien flipped me off and ran away down the street. And that's why I never eat ice cream.

It too was once bitten by a rabid dog, and try as they may, all the capatilsit pig-dogs with their guns and hands couldn't paint me a story in a pallet of greens and blues like that dog's dissease could for me.
So i was trapped inside the box, with the low life oppinions, and grimicing at their self indulgent jokes, and millions on "maddona and child" for cold industrail walls.
There was only one way out of the box. It was relative size, (small= fast or short period of time). Which was relativley easy, as the self indulgent conservatives with their low life oppinions had reduced their minds, and indeed become pin heads.
So as i nurtured thoughs in zone free of humanity and feeling, in a hazy pastel state of mind, or was it a rouge state? Either way, the price on my head was lifted, and so were the rabies.
With in this now diseasless, sterile and cold, oppionated cavern, I bought a tool to hunt down the low lifes, using only some of my own ideas and lip stick. However, in my quest, the unions and I had begun to tead the path of corruption, to no fault of our own (it was rumoured that shares in Danish Pastry were sky rocketing, Everyone was buying, files were being un-shred... If this is true, this would explain the "Dog lead" scandal).
Things were becoming a shambles, PR men here and there was dropping like flies, and Head of state became more and more out of touch as she claimed she believed in Lepricons on St Patricks day, a joke that wasn't taken too well by the Lepricons anti defimation groups. Needless to say, oppion poll flashed red for dissaster, and a second term in office was sold for scrap to the chinese.
It was all solved, by one rather un-expected invention in Milawi, a new kind of bond, where buisness now OWNED thier employees, and retirment was seen to be "old hat", selling your emplyees off for dog food was now "in".
So it all comes back to the rabid dogs. So who really controls the country?

LOL Ed.

William Burroughs or Schizophrenia :)?


Now where did i put the broken soup.

A word from Goatwyn Goaty

I have always hated people who dont finish their sentences. It really. Plainly a sperm whale is very productive and a Giraffe has a very deep throat.

Oh, by the way, what was the subject of this thread?
ROFL, we've gone slightly off the plate. :P

heheh, believe it or not i've not actaully read that much Buroughs, I started reading "naked lunch" but never finished it... but i really it's unique aproach to writting.
(Here's story number 2, I mean com'on I have to respond to seasonchicken's challenge. :D, heheh)

It was as an unsually hot Febuary morning, and I was tired of trying to fool my self that i could go back to sleep, with the sun shining through the blinds.
I got up, the room still spining a little. Before i had fully regained my senses, there was a knock on the door, an official 1,2 type knocking (it was buisness).
There stood a young man brandishing what appeared to be a telegram. "Have a good day sir" bleated the young moron.
It was adressed to my former name. This was not a good start to the day.
I feverishly tore away at it. To my relief it was only the Neaderthal publishing group (who had bought the state's police force back in the boom of '87). It was a photo of my car and the number plate was a clear as day. And at the bottom in some nasty looking font was my speed, 42 mph, in a 30mph zone. And the usual fine was demanded from me.
However since they had only sent me a photo, and had not physically caught me, I was indeed entitled (in my oppinion) to act in a simillar manner.
So i wrote out a check. Took a photo of the check, and sent them a photo. Feeling a sense of truimph that those parasites weren't getting my money.
When i returned home from the post office, there was another telegram. A photo of a pair of hand cuffs.

Lol, I think I ought to email you a facsimile of my little blue pills :)

hehe, thats funny! We're doing all this st00pid language of humour in English class, and im bored sh!tless so i write stuff like that and then give it to my teacher and ask him to help me identify some humour techniques. His face alone after reading it is enough to make my day!
But anyways, geez, where did that all come from!?!? :|

At first I thought I was reading the second page of this thread,that's why I wasn't following.But then I looked carefully.No it was the first page.

no, no, NOOO... I'm fine, no pills pleeeaaaasee!, no shocks! no more probes!... I'll be good, I'll be goood...

*scurries off to the corner of the room, thinks of a warm safe place, warm safe place, warm safe place, warm safe place*

*huddles in corner next to Ed and whips out baked potato*
huddle round Ed, it gives off warm microwaves!

Whatever happened to those nice young men in white coats who carried nets,they would halt this Kazaar thread at the start.

*reaches into coat pocket....*
You wanna fight? You WANNA FIGHT?!?
*unsheaths vienna*
C'MON!
*dances over-elaborate sword slashing*

I wont fax you. i'll just end calming thoughts your way, man.

Burroughs is most weird, all those passages involving simultaneous sx and death ,and the manner in which they're done...*retches*.

Not my cup off Mugwump Jism either.