Tales of your Graduating Class

[Norah]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

[Jorge]

Whoa wait, who?!

[BurtReynolds]

Really explains that hatred of bi.

[warehouse]

i'm winning this thread:

https://www.courierpostonline.com/story ... 641062002/

probably about 8 years after we graduated i ran into this girl and her friend (prom queen) and we got drunk. the friend told me they were both sleeping with our history teacher when we were seniors. i think all 3 of us were in the same history class that year. i had no idea and honestly it made me feel so uncomfortable i left pretty shortly after this. years later THIS happens. i know everyone at times hates high school, but i'll always hate mine lol. it's like cycles of sexual assaults. of course it was a catholic school.

what's weird is i couldn't find this story in a google search. i had to go to some message board to find the link. i actually thought this girl was hot when we were in school.

[Mickey]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

[epilogue]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

aw huh

[JuanHamm]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

aw huh

Probably Verb or Mac as I got the same pictures and B_I and I have no issues with each other.

[epilogue]

The year I graduated high school I'm convinced I was unwittingly the getaway driver for a pharmacy robbery. I took acid that night but it hadn't quite kicked in yet when this happened.

Why aren't you accepting PM's, Pete?

I was gonna send you a friendly message and some nudes.

Gay!

Because after I lost my cool on b_i in news and debate someone started sending me pictures of people who had their heads blown off. They're back on now.

"Someone"

aw huh

Probably Verb or Mac as I got the same pictures and B_I and I have no issues with each other.

Yeah, no one thinks it was b_i.

[Mickey]

B_i3 would have rationalized shutting down reconstruction but he's no Freikorps member.

[Mickey]

So what was Mac's second account handle this time?

[JuanHamm]

So what was Mac's second account handle this time?

Du_Hast

[Mickey]

Getting banned from a slowly dying grunge band board and coming back to PM gory pictures and personal threats to folks on here is just so fucking pathetic.

[bodysnatcher]

I had 3 friends in school. Currently...

- 1 dead from suicide
- 1 in prison for murder
- 1 on his way to prison for embezzlement and identity theft

[wease]

I had 3 friends in school. Currently...

- 1 dead from suicide
- 1 in prison for murder
- 1 on his way to prison for embezzlement and identity theft

I guess you’re the 25% that makes it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Who’s the kid next to Tom Cruise?

[Wendy Carlos's Twin]

Who’s the kid next to Tom Cruise?

That's Donovan.

[dad]

Who’s the kid next to Tom Cruise?

That's Donovan.

stay mellow, pony boy.

[bodysnatcher]

I had 3 friends in school. Currently...

- 1 dead from suicide
- 1 in prison for murder
- 1 on his way to prison for embezzlement and identity theft

I guess you’re the 25% that makes it.

I sit in a room all day making ads, so one might say I’m the worst of all

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.