people texting on their crackberry.
people texting on their crackberry.
people texting on their crackberry.
people texting on their crackberry.it's been epidemic. now the bastard likes hid tech as much as the next geek but, it seems a little epidemic. every time i walk out of the subway, i inevitably end up stopping short because someone hits ground level and starts texting. out the way asshole!
—the bastard
6 comments:
Sorry guy, I let the Bale post go by without saying anything, but I gotta call you out considering I once saw you spend an entire weekend in the mountains texting. Glass houses—you can see people texting in them.
wow.
derision from the mofo.
i didn't see THAT coming.
Just an agent of truth.
uuuuummmm
yes
perhaps of the filtered variety.
Listen, you're allowed to fly free over this series of tubes called the interweb without nary a dissenting word, but every once and while you go that extra step and have to be called out. It's not derision—if you want derision, I'll give derision. In this particular situation there is no filter, only truth (and I have witnesses, let's call them prophets to back me up). Some times you just have to eat it.
Oh sorry, I have to go, Jesus is calling, it's getting to be my turn to get on the cross—is it february already?
easy jah,
dissent is fine.
derision is fine.
my maintaining is everyone's version of the truth is a filtered version allthough the bastard thinks you get a little carried away with self appointments like "agent of truth" and "witnesses that you will call prophets"
but,
then again, artistic license IS artistic license even though "it takes a nation of millions to hold us back" is 20 years old this april.
so by all means type what you like, these are your tubes as well
—b
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