I've recently had strong visions about what the future will look like and I will share my premonitions with you. However, I need to verify that these visions are held by others so in order to establish external validity I need to know that others envisage the same visions I do???
My first vision is about the motor car, I see motor vehicles in the furture with engines that use carbon monoxide and and ozone to run, I see clean air in Los Angeles, I see a new effecient wheel system where the hexagonal structure replaces the circular structure of the prersent wheel .......I'm so excited as I write this I know the world's going to be a better place!
Are there any other visionaries out there, the collosus of the cortex poor reli must have visions only ants can share at this point in time?
No exams and lots of wind... what more can i ask........ well i could ask for scantelly dressed women bending to my every wim... and i mean every wim... like say i have itchy balls... she could scrath my balls and put them in her mouth... dont get ****ty at me... i know all you guys out their want it toooooooo.... soo yeh... just coz i getting my balls licked by mrs future doesnt mean you have to be jealous... i mean really whats going on... i rea;;u dpmnt know what the **** i am talking about.... ummm i am going to have another beer now... and dont tell me u dont like beer... coz i know u do... u like it alot... almost as much as me... i am going to shut up now.... if i have bad speelling u can suck my arsewhole... **** you all... well not all of u, i like some of you... the nice ones, the rest.... well... unless u are nice then u suck... u suck alot... umm bye
what the **** is wrong with you... alcohol is bad... very very very ****ing bad... ahh... wtf am i saying... i love it... ummm. i have hicuppps now... i hate hicupps... hey some chick on the radio is saying hey to brooke.... kylid, some othe chick and yeh... if i was one radio i would bee like ' i would like to say hi to beer, or and ofcourse owen (greenroom) coz without you i would be less drunk... or more drunk I am confussed... see i can talk **** with the bext of them... only difference between me and hardie and poor small penis is that they are sober... I AM NOT I tell... my mate is arguing with his mum about her mum being in hospital... but she isnt dying coz it is ok.... yeh... YOU ALL SUCK.... well not all of you... see previous post
hardie... you suck... well not really but yeh... I Luv you... not really... i dont know what the **** I am talking about... my mate is taking is pants off I can see him in the reflection of the monitor... wierdo... mmm... PORN
i see a world covered in cubby houses filled with a sinister mix of engine oil and foam i see a world full of marinas filled with my breast milk i see a future that makes me the number one world dominator. i see hardie, and i think phhhhhoooooorrrrrrrrrr
Bomb the Bass! You guys truly ROCK!!!! (another beer here too please - perhaps your new girlfriend could get me one Filth??). I have a dream where the fuel you put into your car is not oil based and gets heaps more mileage though the hex wheel may shove that idea out the window, where a 5.5m sail can be tuned for 3.7 to 8m conditions on a $100 mast and sailed on the one board (with adjustable width perhaps???) and you work three days a week from 10-2pm during the season...
i see a future where Hardie will forever be my slave i see a future where there are hardie clones guiding traffic i see a future where sore arms are a thing of the past i see a future where there are no longer traffic lights and hundreds apon hundreds of roundabouts
I see a future where poor relative is no longer poor... and has something to do other than talk **** on these forums... yeh, I was too drunk to go to tripple crown at murdoch... no fair... but I guess you get that when u start drinking at 11:30 in the morning... haha, my mate spewed, it was funny... his girlfriend forgot to put her handbrake on and he car rolled away... hehe... oh... i have no beer anymore
Boofheads, drunkedness is not an illness, 'tis a personal choice somewhat... I have been told my dream too is unreal, not unreal in the "Crikey, what a bloody good idea " form but a "you're bloody joking!". I dream of a place where Liquorland implies the phonetic, where wind blows every Sat/Sun pm, where steamer is an unknown specific, where board retailers are selling product for what they are really worth (after the fun has been sailed the be-jebus out of them) where angry middle-aged women don't drive expensive 4wd's and tailgate you! (FARKEM!) Friday beer is good beer! (is there any bad ones?)
Study rocks! Geologists drink more