Beer
Ice, pillows
Bag, keys
rolling papers, map, travel games
toys
luggage
the wife and kids
hairspray & makeup
Keys, money,
PJ's, Toothbrush,
wallet and sun glasses
money and keys
money, shoes and my sanity
Baby food, Bonjela, Nappies!
my mp3 and a venom
tooth brushes , change for the tolls
toothbrush, keys and my passport
Pillow, and not enough sleep to go around(a nap.)
toothbrush
mp3 player
my daughter
music shampoo
directions
wallet, and sun glasses hat shoes, water bottle
gum, pair of underwear, and CDs
Cameras, wine and beer
Camera, Spare dummies and phone
cigs
passport
pillows
clock
camera
wallet
hairbrush or shampoo
luggage, meds,
Ice, snacks for the kids and Tylenol
My toothbrush, underwear and usually PJ's
my wallet, camera
smokes, and camera
money. tickets. passport.
Directions and schedule,
drinks,
money.
toothbrush, bag of blood and shades
extra contact lenses, extra sandals,
rolling papers
travel games
toys
the wife and kids
sanity
Baby food
Bonjela,
Nappies!
a venom kit
change for the tolls
the ability to Nap
my daughter
shampoo
Spare dummies
Meds,
tickets
bag of blood
extra contact lenses
extra sandals,
10 cell phones
9 snacks
2 cell phone chargers
8 fuel stops
6 drinks (non alcoholic)
6 music sources (unspecified type)
3 sets of keys.
Arrrg I messed it up.. I will get it together next time..
From Off Ramp Motel
Kick Start the Habit
I write:
Dear Counts of Cessation,
When I was a young boy growing up in rural Pennsylvania, I would sit at home waiting for my dad to come home from a long day at work (he was an exterminator's assistant). As soon as he got home, he would crack open a fifth of Jim Beam and light up a cigarette. Sure, he had a violent temper and a habit of wrecking his cars a lot, but when it came to being a good father, he was second to none (except for maybe those TV sitcom fathers, like Bill Cosby).
Although he would beat me and my siblings (Jed, Jeb, Clem, Sally, Mary, Betsy, Ezekiel, and Quan Pham-Duc) senseless when he was on one of his drinking marathons (and there were a LOT of them, believe me, my friends), we knew that he loved us unconditionally. In fact, the only thing he loved more than us were his cigarettes.
When I saw him sit down in front of our Panasonic TV and light up a Camel, I couldn't believe the look of tranquility that came over him. When that first breath of smoke hit his lungs and sent the nicotine surging through his blood, he looked like the happiest man alive.
Now, five years after his untimely death (he was killed in a freak car washing accident), I have been thinking about my father's love for cigarettes. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes as I type this. I actually (for the first time in my life) went out and bought a pack of cigarettes (Camel--Dad's brand).
I pulled the first cigarette out of the pack, gently inserted it between my lips, and, shivering in anticipation, applied the flame to the tip of the cigarette. "SWEET JESUS!!!" I bellowed, "This is the worst thing I have ever tasted!" I can't understand how dad could be relaxed by smoking that....filth (for lack of a better word). But, as his oldest son, I am willing to try.
This is where you come in, my friends: I would like to know if you have any tips to help me "kick start" the habit, so to speak. What about your nicotine gum? Would it be easier to start smoking if I were already addicted to nicotine? Please let me know if this is a feasible way to start smoking, as I don't want to spend all that money and still hate cigarettes.
Oh, I know what you're thinking. "This guy is a few packs short of a carton," but let me assure you that I am sincere in my desire to live up to my father's expectations. Please let me know how you can help.
Thanks in advance,
Dave Cilluffo
Erie, PA
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Lint Pickers are people that are intensely curious, they are the person that collects fashion from various subcultures and mixes and 'matches' to create an appearance of each, their conversation contribution among different subcultures is usually packed with here say, and trivia. sometimes they will sound out the interest of others in other subcultures as well.
Like asking a hip hop fan, what they think of vampires, or punk rock.
While most groups will welcome the lint picker, they are likely to make him a mascot. The tendancy and potential for a lint picker to "share information" to appear cool for being "In the Know" about (insert SC).
Some lint pickers are only looking for "real" or ideal members of a S.C. to offer a guide line for their S.C..
This is where the Bag Starts.
The contents of the Bag are not important.
Once the Bag is Grabbed it can no longer be grabbed here.
The Bag can be grabbed from the person who has it.
This is where you announce you have the bag, as well as who you got it from (maybe even how.)
So here is the Bag..
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I grabbed the bag while you WERE looking,lol. I have the bag and its hideing.....
Johnny Cash
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The Mercy Seat
It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand's
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
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In Heaven His throne is made of goldbr>
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with all this twistin' of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hopin'
to be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothin' left to loose.
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helpin'
to be done with all this twistin' of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And any way I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
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I will look for that on youtube...I enjoyed his music and his life story"walk the line".
aahhh The Man In Black ..
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