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  1. i'm travelling Europe right now. Krakow and Budapest are absolutely beautiful and fun. Bratislava has a good nightlife, but there's not too much to see. A lot of it also depends on what you're looking for: sightseeing or dinking? This ad space for sale.
  2. Whoever the hell seriously believes money can buy you happiness is an idiot. Happiness is the finer things in life and it comes from inside. Money can buy fun, and that fun can cause temporary happiness, but as the word says, that's temporary, not real. At 23, I made $80,000 last year. To everybody else, I was a success: I could do anything I wanted, I was skydiving all the time. I didn't have any worries about money at all. But I know the truth. I spent all of my money on alcohol, coke, and skydiving. $80,000 and I have shit to show for it. At least I got out. I realized I couldn't do this the rest of my life, and I started changing it. Working on the happiness from the inside out, instead of the outside in. I know people that are doing what I was doing, have been doing it for far longer than I was, and will probably continue to do so for a long time, just for the extra buck. Fuck money. It's caused more problems in my life than not having it. Now, when I go back home in a couple months, I know what I need to do so I can make money and be content. But money on its own doesn't do anything except offer a false sense of contentment. This ad space for sale.
  3. Here's to the breezes That blows through the treeses It teases and pleases But spreads nooooooooo diseases What a snatch Down the hatch. This ad space for sale.
  4. Since I'm sitting here in Bulgaria bored out of my mind, I thought I'd post a story I wrote a week or two ago. Protecting The Liver Thirty-three hour train rides aren't exactly easy or enjoyable experiences. Going on one requires a little bit of planning and preparation, just to make the ride survivable. Of course, being the kind of person that I am, one who goes into any and all situations with full forethought and total preparation, I did the same for my thirty-three hour train ride from Praha to Varna. With me, I brought a bottle of Ballantine's Finest Scotch Whisky, one and a half liters of Gambrinus beer, two grams of Amsterdam-grade marijuana, my remaining supply of Valium and codeine, and absolutely no food or water, or a lighter. I did recognize that I might get hungry, and so, with full forethought and total preparation, I ate a large meal just before I left. What I did not recognize, however, was that I may be hungry again in twelve hours. This was the minor flaw in my full forethought and total preparation mechanism. So, as you can expect, after twelve hours, I was quite hungry, and with twenty-one hours to go, I knew I would become even more hungry down the road, possibly hungry enough to the point that my stomach, out of sheer necessity, would begin feasting on my liver, and that, my friend, is a problem, because, to be perfectly honest, I personally like my liver; it is what allows me to drink heavily, and it is the heavy drinking which allows me to enjoy life so much, so you could essentially say because of my liver, I am having a good time, and therefore, it is not something I want to lose. And since finding some food immediately was crucial to the health of my liver, and hence my future fun-having, I decided to formulate a plan, a method of attack, to acquire something edible. I considered my options: First, there was the BordRestaurant, a restaurant on the train, but the people who work there are usually pricks and it was a bit of a walk. My other option was that, once at a train station, I could make a run for it, buy some food at a side stand, and run back before the train left. I did recognize that this option was fraught with risk possibilities. I could outright miss the train, but in all practicality, that was unlikely, as trains need to accelerate, so I could probably manage to just jump on a cab and hang on until the next station. This would provide for a nice litte Indiana Jones-style excursion to my trip as well. Of course, there is the possibility of death, and with death, I would lose my liver, and would thus be unable to have any fun, and therefore death was not exactly on my list of things to accomplish young, and being young and reckless, I didn't exactly feel like meeting the reaper on this train ride. However, the rush and excitement of catching a moving train, climbing to the top of it, and then having a Battle Royale with an evil howler monkey who though he was Elvis did seem like my kind of fun, due to my liver of course. I'm sure you can figure out which option I picked, and I'm sure you can picture what happened, because if it didn't, I wouldn't be writing this. (To be perfectly honest, I did not have a Battle Royale with an evil howler monkey who thought he was Elvis. The monkey I battled thought he was Jackie Chan. It was actually quite funny watching a two-foot tall howler monkey doing crazy ninja tricks, but I think it would be funnier for an evil howler monkey with slick-back hair to be howling out "Hound Dog".) So, as we were pulling into the train station, I was leaning out the door, waiting for the train to slow down just enough so I could jump out and save my liver. As the train was screeching to a stop, I jumped, stumbled, and then regained my balance as I ran as fast as I could to the food stand. I reached the stand and realized that I was in Romania and I didn't have any lei. All I had were Czech coronas, and they don't really accept those in Romania. They would take euros, and I did have some euros, but they were in my bag, which was in the train, which, I realized when I turned around, was leaving. Fuck. I grabbed a banana from the stand, didn't pay for it, and I ran, ran faster than I had ever run before. I got to the last cab just as the train was nearing my running speed, and I casually hopped on. It was like catching a wave: paddling hard to pick up speed, and then popping up when the wave catches. And so there I was, two hands clutching for dear life and liver on the ladder on the last cab. I was quite lucky actually that, being behind a cab and not on the side of it, I was protected from the wind blast. I figured I might as well climb to the top, find a cozy spot, and take a nap while waiting for the next station. And so I did, using my shirt and my forearm as a pillow and I curled up into a ball and dreamt. I dreamt that I was eight years old. My little brother and I were in supermarket. My grandma was outside having a picnic and we were buying food for it. As we were walking around, I noticed some kids peering with their wee little heads into stands with toys and candies and drinks, and the stands were eating them, the kids, sucking them in and out of this world forever. This did not seem right and was giving me some bad vibes. We walked into an aisle and my brother saw some stickers that he wanted. But they were evil, and I knew this, so I said, "No, let's get out of here." (Remember, I was eight at the time; if I was older, it would have sounded more like "We gotta get the fuck out of this demonic hellhole. We belong here about as much as a nun belongs in a whorehouse.") And then i noticed red curtains falling at the end of the aisles, and the aisles themselves closing in on us, and then I knew we had to run. Fast. And so we ran. Fast. And then I awoke. And as i awoke, I noticed, that towering above me was an evil howler monkey with murder in its eyes and wickedness in its grin, brandishing a set of nunchucks, and doing crazy ninja tricks. Fuck me in the goat ass. This is precisely not what my liver needs at the moment, with its owner lying on top of a racing train, with a murderous ninja howler monkey out for blood towering above. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the hell was a man in this position supposed to do? And then I remembered, I had a banana. I could eat it, and have my last meal. At least let my liver go in peace. And then I remembered something even better. Monkeys like bananas. And so I had a plan. I took the banana, and I peeled it, and I let the monkey see it, smell it, desire it. His eyes softened, just a touch, and his grin wasn't so wicked anymore, and his mouth watered, just a bit. And then I took the banana and threw it, slow enough so the money could catch it, but fast enough so he wouldn't land back on the train. And he didn't, and so I was safe, although my liver still wasn't. I took another nap, this one without dreams, and awoke as we pulled into a station and a cop was screaming at me to get the fuck off of the top the train. I showed him that I had a ticket, and I wasn't trying to just steal a ride, and I showed him my driver's license, so he realized I was American, and so he said "Okay, no worries." I decided it would be much better to take a nap inside the train instead of on top of it, so I went back into my cab. I also decided I'd had enough of an adventure for the day and I should just use the BordRestaurant. After all, that's why it's there. And so I did, and so my liver was safe, and all was well. The End. This ad space for sale.
  5. oh fuck, that's beautiful ... thanks.... think i'm gonna have a fun next week .... costa rica really pissed me off in that all the hot girls were fucking hookers .... or rather they were hookers fucking businessman .... This ad space for sale.
  6. no shit, i'll be in prague on wednesday ... by late august i should either be in jail or somewhere in greece or the meditarreanean .... This ad space for sale.
  7. Anybody been in or from Eastern Europe and around there? (Czech, Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece) Got any good places to go for a 23 year-old alcoholic looking to recklessly cause trouble and have fun? Towns, bars, festivals, clubs, any kind of good information. My lonely planel will tell me all the places I need to sightsee, but I'm looking for things that lonely planet doesn't put in their books. (I'm not looking for hooker bars, but regular bars for people my age.) ... or if anyone knows a good guidebook specificially made for this purpose that would be useful as well ............. ciao .. This ad space for sale.
  8. oh wait, this is about watching ...... my bad ... This ad space for sale.
  9. i voted sheep but i prefer chickens. ... much much tighter... This ad space for sale.
  10. my island in the caribbean, along with a yacht in the meditarranean ... on my yacht, i'll have a helicopter so when i want to leave, i can take the chopper to the nearest airport and get on my private jet and go wherever. to get on my island, i'm just gonna fly a jet over it, and jump out ...i'll have a chopper on my island as well to get me out This ad space for sale.
  11. At those prices, I couldn't afford to get drunk. you're not an alcoholic, are you? we've beat that just pregaming, and the bartender was cutting us a deal.
  12. Tangled up in Blue Shelter From The Storm Oh Sister I'll see what else I can think of ... This ad space for sale.
  13. Noooooooo! Long hair on girls is hot! But if you do cut it, bic it .... This ad space for sale.
  14. haha ... yep ... This ad space for sale.
  15. Thats a good point.... Hey cocheese! Take that as good advise.... but...break out the window anyway just for shits and giggles... yeah, but leve a note so they don't so they don't think you stole something .... it'd suck to have a charge of vandalism get bumped up to attempted robbery ... This ad space for sale.
  16. If you go to jail for shit like that, let us know, and I assure you won't have to pay for jack. This ad space for sale.
  17. Fuck, just leave a note, and smash the window in so he can get some air. They'll learn their lesson. This ad space for sale.
  18. Unformed, surely you are a man who understands the value of a dollar. You are probably a guy who also understands the way compound interest works. You're probably thinking about your future and how if you put some money today in a Roth you'll see some real interest over the next 40 years. Yeah, I know the value of a dollar. No, I'm not saving anything for the future. I just quit my 40k/year job, and am temporarily closing my 40k/year business so I can go backpack europe. Not begrudgingly. It was one of the worst things that have ever happened. So was the Holocaust, so was stealing land from the American Indians. Yeah, it's a ton. They did. So they didn't receive it. However, we did go forward by freeing them, and allowing their descendants the opportunities to succeed. Yes, it took quite a while; yes there is still some discrimination going on, BUT you do have the same opportunities as anyone else. You can't wallow in self-pity and refuse to better yourself simply because your missing out on years of lost interest. Tell me this: What exactly do you want? I want an answer in specific detail, as in quantity and who's paying for it? And how are we going to make sure its descendants of slaves and not someone else? There are quite a few people who were wronged in the history of the world. They got over it and decided they need to get on with their life. Why can't you? This ad space for sale.
  19. And what exactly do you want to do? And do you really think they'll stop complaining after that? ---------------- There's a lot of bad shit that happened in the past. That was the past. Get the fuck over it. You don't get a free penny just because you're great-great-great-great-grandmother might have been a slave. This ad space for sale.
  20. I sense sarcasm here. I'm first-generation in the States. My parents were some broke motherfuckers. Both parents working 7 days a week. At 23, I've got two degrees and a damn good job. So, yeah, there is opportunity regardless of how much money you have. IF and a very big IF IF , the parents want to actually see their kids succeed and are willing to put in the time to raise their children right and teach them and IF the kid is willing to get the fuck off his ass and do something with his life. I have absolutely NO SYMPATHY for anybody who says they can't succeed because they've had a difficult life. It's not 'cause they've had a hard life, it's 'cause they're fucking lazy. This ad space for sale.
  21. I am listening to MouseClick 'N KeyPress (The Dell Remix) by Milan. When I get home, I'll listen to somethin else ... This ad space for sale.
  22. Yeah, no shit, i've heard some say, well, my ancestors were slaves 200 years ago, so that's why everything is so hard for me ... riiiiiiiiiiiiiight .... and all the immigrants who came here fifty years ago got a free ride, i take it? This ad space for sale.
  23. They do. This ad space for sale.
  24. didn't happen unless there's video. This ad space for sale.