[quote=timmyjimmy1;13948202]what do ya do aaron?[/quote]
I work for an insurance company and manage a workers compensation portfolio of mostly high-risk claims.

is that in new zealand?

and thanx

[QUOTE=timmyjimmy1;13948210]i saw
=(

check ur rep[/QUOTE]

You're welcome.

[quote=timmyjimmy1;13948224]is that in new zealand?

and thanx[/quote]

Australia. New Zealand now known as East-Australia, fyi. hehe.

really?

177 points rep.

someone pass me some rep plz.. im dyin here.

[quote=timmyjimmy1;13948237]really?[/quote]
hah not seriously.

[QUOTE=Cocaberry;13948185]Yep. A corporation owns his a[B]s[/B]s.



Jeff- Download Firefox. I think its getfirefox.com[/QUOTE]

tnks for the link coca. ill check it out.

[quote]177 points rep.

someone pass me some rep plz.. im dyin here[/quote]


i just got negged for that

and i got -46 rep pts so wahh!

wat you talkin bout tim? that was my post

i warning you that [i][b]I[/i][/b] got negged 4 doing the same thing

i'm semi-positive rep now.

I've got 2351 rep

i got 1/10 of aarons rep

and thanks to all for the jazz selections, ill check em out

I got 400 rep.

i hate women
I dont understand them
They are manipulating

^ hah. what's up sync0?

[url]http://www.sputnikmusic.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508519&page=2[/url]

whiteriot got PWNT.

[QUOTE=Sync0pation;13948481]i hate women
I dont understand them
They are manipulating[/QUOTE]

Something that can go in L&R???

:thumb:

What do women want? That's what i want to know.

well, girls just wanna have fu-un.

With a man's reproductive organ in their own reproductive organ?

girls can't do things guys can do

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[QUOTE=PsychoTronn;13948530]girls can't do things guys can do[/QUOTE]

like use the couch in the ladies' room.

SH|T

Notre Dame is losing 14-0 to LSU

[SIZE="1"]Kathryn bit her lip and sucked back the bile as the barbed edge tugged its way down her thigh, clefting the smooth white flesh with a splendiferous scarlet gush that trickled over her knee and coagulated in sticky little puddles on the grubby floor. Her whole body pulsed in abiding rhythm, the odd euphoria giving way to salient agony as she dragged the blade back up, ripping deeper into the hot flesh and muscle that coiled around her femur.

[I]Pain is irrelevant.[/I]

Seven of Nine’s blunt wisdom echoed through her mind as she slid her fingers into the sticky-wet hole, parting flesh, muscle, and fat with an obstreperous sucking sound. She couldn’t control the tears or the resulting shrieks and jerks as she ripped herself down to the slick, smooth whiteness of the rigid framework that composed her very being.

Her body shudder-shaking, her throat spasming, her guts threatening to vacate, Seven of Nine’s words whisped through her head again.

[I]You will adapt.[/I]

With a whimpering cry she blindly fumbled over the floor, grasping a handful of scrap metal ripped from the womb of a long abandon ship. Seven of Nine’s cool metal wrought physique was permanently etched in her mind. Human amalgamated with machine, the epitome of flesh and technology. Pure unadulterated perfection.

[I]Who’s currently f[B]u[/B]cking the sh[B]i[/B]t out of your first officer.
[/I]
A long, shapeless sound of sheer anguish issued from her throat as she tucked the filthy metal into her leg. Her breath was wet and ragged, hands unsteady and trembling, her nakedness sheathed in a film of sweat. Her spine gave out and she flopped backwards on the grody floor beneath her, leg convulsing erratically.

She lay for an undetermined amount of time, a small croak of amusement her only offering to the staunch night air. Was this a Starfleet Admiral? Hailed as one of the most brilliant Captains in all of the Federation? The Kathryn Janeway? Naked and shuddering, ripped and torn in her own puerile grief over a silly girl. Dying, immobile in the middle of a filthy floor, her blood caked form illuminated by the fluorescent crackling lights of a deserted old fleet garage. Legs puffy with great black and blue pockets of flesh filled with obsolete parts from ancient machines and sewn shut with rusty industrial wire in a futile attempt to mechanize her self.

To be just like her.

[I]We are Borg.[/I]

F[B]u[/B]ck you, Seven of Nine.[/SIZE]



Lollolozorxxorz.


I don't want to go to bed.

wasn't as pervertedly sex-related this time.


to tell you the truth, a disapointment Janeway.

damn girl, you [i]are[/i] messed up!

I hate the fact that my mom is boring.

But what I hate more is the fact that she wants me to be like her..or at least less like me =/