bathrobegin
12:26
Up in the delta there is this barge with a bunch of those trailers they make public schools out stacked up on it, maybe 3 high with people living in them
it's totally bottommed out in the mud, but it's offshore, so they're liveaboards, not squatters. In fact, they're yachtsmen, tecnically, and somebody is totally running bartertown there.
the recession is great for people with mad max fantasies.
remember there used to be a mad max bar down on market called the death guild?
whiteyonthemoon5
12:36
yes
bathrobegin
12:36
well it's not fantasy anymore. those people had to take the word postapocalyptic out of their fantasies and go to the DNA lounge
be lame there
with an exciting new plethora of STDs on offer
whiteyonthemoon5
12:38
you know Kenny is there right now
Saturday, July 25, 2009
ever play tug of sanctions? party games from the latrine of democracy
one team says "the cooler, as you can see, is on our side of the mud pit. if you adopt rules of order which permit the nomiation of a delegate to clean up the mud pit, that nomination to be seconded and put to a vote, you may have 3 beers from our cooler during deliberations
upon confirming a nomination you may have a further 2 beers
once the mud pit is cleaned up citizens from the far side of the mud pit may cross freely onto our side oft the mud pit for beers and weenies and smoking spliff with girls in sundresses and short shorts on the condition that they sign a treaty binding them to commit their military resources (fists) against other picnics in case of hostile invasion or any circumstance in which our picnic security is threatened by other picnics harboring elements who pose a threat to our security,
or simply put, help us jump any motherfuckers from another picnic that look at us
funny and then continually occupy that picnic if necessary until security can be restored."
upon confirming a nomination you may have a further 2 beers
once the mud pit is cleaned up citizens from the far side of the mud pit may cross freely onto our side oft the mud pit for beers and weenies and smoking spliff with girls in sundresses and short shorts on the condition that they sign a treaty binding them to commit their military resources (fists) against other picnics in case of hostile invasion or any circumstance in which our picnic security is threatened by other picnics harboring elements who pose a threat to our security,
or simply put, help us jump any motherfuckers from another picnic that look at us
funny and then continually occupy that picnic if necessary until security can be restored."
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