WAIT A SEC-
Gerda, are you a cokehead?
Just asking.
Hyperventilate much?
gunnar and olsen you are SO right. what business is it of mine to actually give a rat’s ass about someone who is a veteran here. okay.all’s good. and there will never be another attempt to help anyone again. and fuck you.
I’ve been quite clear in my communication (as has Olsen) so I won’t bother trying to re-explain what has already been covered in clear English.
I will, however, sit here and wonder if you’re completely insane, or just totally illiterate.
sentence fragment.impropercapitalization. seething anger and vague paranoia. ASSHOLE.
gunnar and olsen you are SO right. what business is it of mine to actually give a rat’s ass about someone who is a veteran here. okay.all’s good. and there will never be another attempt to help anyone again. and fuck you.
I would like to think that most of us “care” for each other here in some way or another - it’s pretty tight knit.
Most of us however, do not wave our affections around like a badge of honour or wield them like a club, attacking anyone else for not jumping to attention.
Caring is one thing - grandstanding is another.
Bitch.
Dang it’s gettin’ hot in heerrre [:/] As far as the dumpster diving thing you’d be surprised at how much stuff get’s thrown away when i was still recording music we dumpstered an entire recording set-up no joke monitors etc. from IBM here in Tulsa (Killface you might know the location downtown) So you don’ have to be homeless. Also when i hitchhiked across the U.S. i was fatter then dumpstering good times and we called it then being Freegan
A lot of dumpster diving is best when it’s around colleges - too many rich, spoiled kids throwing out what isn’t considered “good enough” gifts, or simply their used stuff that they replace with something better.
Of course, these days it pays to get out earlier, since bums and eBayers nab them quickly.
lol
A lot of dumpster diving is best when it’s around colleges - too many rich, spoiled kids throwing out what isn’t considered “good enough” gifts, or simply their used stuff that they replace with something better.
Of course, these days it pays to get out earlier, since bums and eBayers nab them quickly.
I got EVERYTHING out of dumpsters when I was in college. I went to school at UC Davis. It is one of those towns that revolves completely around the school. The population at the end of every year and during semester breaks is about 1/2 of what it is during term.
I would get clothes, electronics, furniture, lamps, TV’s, everything. And kids were always discarding bicycles too. If I didn’t get one that was abandoned I’d go to the police auctions where there would be literally 100’s of bikes. I’d usually pick up a good set of wheels for about $5-$10. It was a great place to live if you were a starving student.
I also picked up a job doing dorm maintenance as well. When the kids left, they left behind entire rooms full of treasure. This was all pre-Craig’s List and Ebay and such, like you noted, though, so it’s probably not as fruitful as it used to be. But still . . .
I also picked up a job doing dorm maintenance as well. When the kids left, they left behind entire rooms full of treasure.
I can just see the faces of the students after they got back from Spring Break…
"Hey!! where’d all my shit go? [:/]
Where’s that Maintenance guy???"
Late,
grmpysmrf
That was one of the best summers of my life. I worked with 3 other kids and we’d do our work but we would just screw around and clown each other all day long. To keep things fun we’d invent sports while working. Our favorite was Bed Surfing and Mattress Diving.
Bed Surfing was done at the end of the quarter when the mattresses would be changed out. It consisted of stacking some mattresses on the rolling cart and then halling ass down the dorm hallway standing on top while the rest shoved the cart through at full velocity, bouncing off the walls as it carreened down the hallway.
Mattress Diving occurred on the same days as Bed Surfing. We found out that instead of carrying all the mattresses down the stairs and out the doors it was a lot easier to throw the mattresses out out of the small balcony ledges. When we’d have a good stack we’d practice our stunt man falls and flips and such off of the balconies.
sentence fragment.impropercapitalization. seething anger and vague paranoia. ASSHOLE.
This would make a good book.
When I was a kid we would have to find our porn in the woods.
Kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it.
When I was a kid we would have to find our porn in the woods.
^this
When I was a kid we would have to find our porn in the woods.
Kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it.
HAHAHA!!! I was just talking to someone about this over the weekend.
[reply]gunnar and olsen you are SO right. what business is it of mine to actually give a rat’s ass about someone who is a veteran here. okay.all’s good. and there will never be another attempt to help anyone again. and fuck you.
I would like to think that most of us “care” for each other here in some way or another - it’s pretty tight knit.
Most of us however, do not wave our affections around like a badge of honour or wield them like a club, attacking anyone else for not jumping to attention.
Caring is one thing - grandstanding is another.
Bitch.[/reply]
I actually jizzed over this post. Nicely played, you devastatingly dastardly dog.
When I was a kid we would have to find our porn in the woods.
Kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it.
I do my best to continue in this age of olden tradition by properly discarding my paper porn with care in the outskirts of the largest woods. I suggest others do the same.
Yeah, but in the digital age that water-soaked, moth-eaten 1986 issue of penthouse is considered garbage.
In my day it was pure gold and we protected it with our lives. If you wanted access to those mags that we had hidden under the log in the ditch behind my elementary school you basically had to pass an extensive screening process and take a blood oath of secrecy.
Yeah, but in the digital age that water-soaked, moth-eaten 1986 issue of penthouse is considered garbage.
In my day it was pure gold and we protected it with our lives. If you wanted access to those mags that we had hidden under the log in the ditch behind my elementary school you basically had to pass an extensive screening process and take a blood oath of secrecy.
don’t forget that old porn mag stench from sitting outside for so long. haw. computers are so soulless.