AULLANDO AL SOL,COMO LOBO CON DESBALANCE HORMONAL Y CONFUSION PSICO-CARDIACA

 
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
I choose not to choose life.
I choose something else.
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Monday, September 14th, 2009 a las 11:07 pm
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Any moment's your last breath/Here is to another day closer to death Algo que siempre he creído y dicho,es que para todo hace falta estilo y clase...por que ultimadamente,si las cosas fueran fáciles,cualquier pelagatos las haría (y conste que hay miles de formas de despellejar gatos). Y eso me remite al descubrimiento que hice el fin de semana,y que en una de esas diría que es EL link del año: DontEvenReply.com (E-mails from an asshole)Por si la URL y el título no indican nada,pues la descripción del sitio es ésta: What is this? This is a collection of e-mails I have sent to people who post classified ads. My goal is to mess with them, confuse them, and/or piss them off.
Yep,es el sitio web de un troll de e-mail...pero un troll con gracia y estilo para ser acatarrante.Yo al menos acabé hasta con hipo de leer varios de los intercambios de mensajes —por que también,una cosa es que el tipo pretenda hacerse el chistosito,pero otra muy distinta son las gentes que todavía caen en su juego y se dedican a contestarle todas y cada una de las cosas que alega y que evidentemente no son nada serias. El post más reciente es mi favorito —transcribo y comparto: Deer Hunter Posted at: 2009-09-08 09:05:23 Original ad: Looking for permission to deer hunt (bow, shotgun) on a property in Bucks County.
I am a very responsible hunter. Willing to compensate you for your permission.
From Me to ************@**********.org Hi there!
I will let you hunt in my backyard. I live in an area that is infested with deer. You are more than welcome to kill as many of those white-tailed bastards from hell as you want.
I only have one small favor to ask - let me know if you are interested.
Mike
From Dennis ********* to Me: Mike,
Thank you. I only plan on bagging one or two deer. Is your property available this weekend? What is your favor?
Dennis
From Me to Dennis *********: Dennis,
If you are concerned about not having enough room in your truck to bring the deer back, don't worry about it. You can just leave the pile of carcases in my backyard and I'll take care of them. I'll probably just drop them down my neighbor's well, or put them in my wood burner. Burning dead deer makes my house smell nice.
The one favor I am asking of you shouldn't be that much of a problem. My neighbor has this goddamn cat that always wanders into my yard at night and meows. It wakes me up and I am unable to fall back asleep. Also, I can't tell you how many times I have stepped in cat shit on my patio.
All I ask of you is that if you see my neighbor's cat wander into my yard, please blow that son-of-a-bitch straight to hell. Shotgun or crossbow, I don't care how you do it. Try to make it look like an accident though if my neighbor sees it happen.
This weekend is fine for me.
Mike
From Dennis ********* to Me: How close is your neighbor's house? I was under the impression that you had a large plot of land.
I feel uncomfortable with the idea of killing your neighbor's cat. Sorry.
From Me to Dennis *********: My neighbor's house is about 50 yards from my house. Why won't you kill the cat? Just pretend it is a deer.
From Dennis ********* to Me: The cat is someone's pet that they love. I won't kill it. I am willing to compensate you some other way. Have you had a talk with your neighbor about your problems with their cat?
From Me to Dennis *********: I don't believe this. A hunter that loves animals. Now I've seen everything. I can't talk to my neighbor - she has a restraining order on me from when I went over there and punted her cat like a football.
Seriously, if you kill the cat, my neighbor will have no idea. I was thinking - you said you had a bow and arrow, right? Would you be able to get those arrows with the explosive tip, like the ones Rambo uses? That would surely blow the cat into unrecognizable pieces and my neighbor would never even be able to find it.
From Dennis ********* to Me: I'm fairly certain that those arrows are fictional. That is beyond the point because I am not shooting a cat. End of discussion.
From Me to Dennis *********: Is this some kind of a joke? Are you from PETA? Just kill the goddamn cat and you can shoot all of the deer that you want. I'll even have the grill fired up so we can enjoy some freshly-killed venison.
Also, even if those arrows aren't real, they don't seem that hard to make. What about that thing that Arnold used in Predator? Didn't he just take grenade launcher rounds and tie them to an arrow? Try that. Do you have an M203? That would work even better.
From Dennis ********* to Me: I'll find somewhere else to hunt, thanks.
From Me to Dennis *********: I hope that while you are hunting, you miss your shot and accidentally kill a cat anyway, you pussy.
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