myspace bulletin memorial thread

Body: haha enjoy

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it's hard for me to listen to people who "can't take l.a. anymore". all these people whining about fake people, plastic tits, the clubs, the food, etc... you all need to eat a bag of shit and move back to the little trailor in the midwest you got raped by your grandfather in. if you don't like it guess what YOU CAN LEAVE. and noone really gives a flying fuck about how you feel anyway. just because your "pilot" didn't get picked up or your shitty band didn't get signed does not mean that hollywood sucks, most likely it's just you...i mean don't get me wrong it took me a while to get adjusted but to tell you the truth there is no other city i would rather live in. once you grasp the comic aspect of the people that live here "doing there thing" the shit becomes funnier than south park. it's normally the people that have been out here for about a year or two, they suck everyone's energy trying to shake and move and when it doesn't happen overnight they get the quick jade on and bash the fuck out of one of if not the most opportunist town in the world. everyone i met that was born and raised around here are the coolest mother fuckers i have ever met, and i am closer to them than most of my childhood homeys. so listen to me very closely please....noone wants to hear about the stupid fucking sprint audition you went on, noone wants to go see yos reallur band play at the gig at 7 pm on a tuesday, and noone gives a flying fuck that you were standing on line at whole foods behind the guy from that movie...ooooh what was his name again?? go back home and hang out with your 9 to 5 friends who have been and still will be doing the same shit they been doing since they got out of high school (except maybe with just a few more kids this year) and maybe we can make a little less traffic around here so the people that actually want to be here and are grateful for there lives can have a fucking seat at the coffee bean without having to be stuffed like a sardine next to your whining no talent ass....trucker hats are probably cheaper in your home town anyway::

my sister fills out like 3 myspace bulletin surveys per day. they're very interesting

From: Clay

Date: Aug 13, 2005 1:02 AM
Subject: just some dudes that love sex...
Body: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b211/o0seedracer50o/1086.jpg

1086 is the name of their skate crew. It's 666 + 420.

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have you ever...

been kissed?
seen someone naked?
had sex?
been in love?

Who am I?
Am I your friend?
How do you know me?
Would you ask me out on a date?
Would you kiss me?
With tongue?

YUO HAVE BEEN HIT BY TEH SEXY TRUCK

man, i coulda been in that sk9 crew. totally. i should myspace them and ask them if they're looking for a booze/ride/job reference/animal chin type to join their shenanigans...
m.

Body: haha enjoy

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it's hard for me to listen to people who "can't take l.a. anymore". all these people whining about fake people, plastic tits, the clubs, the food, etc... you all need to eat a bag of shit and move back to the little trailor in the midwest you got raped by your grandfather in. if you don't like it guess what YOU CAN LEAVE. and noone really gives a flying fuck about how you feel anyway. just because your "pilot" didn't get picked up or your shitty band didn't get signed does not mean that hollywood sucks, most likely it's just you...i mean don't get me wrong it took me a while to get adjusted but to tell you the truth there is no other city i would rather live in. once you grasp the comic aspect of the people that live here "doing there thing" the shit becomes funnier than south park. it's normally the people that have been out here for about a year or two, they suck everyone's energy trying to shake and move and when it doesn't happen overnight they get the quick jade on and bash the fuck out of one of if not the most opportunist town in the world. everyone i met that was born and raised around here are the coolest mother fuckers i have ever met, and i am closer to them than most of my childhood homeys. so listen to me very closely please....noone wants to hear about the stupid fucking sprint audition you went on, noone wants to go see yos reallur band play at the gig at 7 pm on a tuesday, and noone gives a flying fuck that you were standing on line at whole foods behind the guy from that movie...ooooh what was his name again?? go back home and hang out with your 9 to 5 friends who have been and still will be doing the same shit they been doing since they got out of high school (except maybe with just a few more kids this year) and maybe we can make a little less traffic around here so the people that actually want to be here and are grateful for there lives can have a fucking seat at the coffee bean without having to be stuffed like a sardine next to your whining no talent ass....trucker hats are probably cheaper in your home town anyway::

-- The Ghost of Dean Gulberry (dr_...), August 18th, 2005.

whoever posted that bulletin's got moxy. they're hired!