I have a lot of things on my mind i would like to vent.
I understand to be accepting the ‘Fucking Pit’ is i must swear alot.
Firstly - Dont you fucking hate it when you have to hand something in for school/work and your printer fucks up.
I mean no one accepts it anymore and what happens when it actually FUCKING HAPPENS! “You shouldnt have left it till the last minute” - the fucking bitch says.
Secondly - Whats up with those damn… i mean FUCKING vending machines, you pay for your stuff, the little thing starts twisting and just as you can invision it falling gracfully to the bottom of the machine…IT FUCKING STOPS. HOLY FUCK it pisses me off, then i your behind the machine and start doing hip swinging motions to the machine to get yout fucking paid-for food, and then ‘the man’ busts your ass for ‘hitting’ the machine.
Didn’t you always FUCKING hate it when your pencil wouldn’t work?
I understand, RAW, but your future boss will be even less understanding than your teacher. Keep in mind that Lincoln and the axe thing… if he had an hour to cut down a tree, he’d spend the first 40 minutes sharpening the axe (or something along those lines).
Actually, one does not have to swear to post or be accepted here in the Pit.
I have found that despite it’s rep one can find a great deal of interesting commentary and debates here with an absence of profane language.
I believe that I have been accepted here and as you can see I can transmit my thoughts without resorting to vulgar language.
FUCK THAT!
This is the god damned Pit for the love of Christ. People who come in here should be wearing their asbestos underwear because a slip up will get your ass nuked faster than you can say “goat felcher”.
If we ever catch you saying “and since this is the Pit…” and then going on to spew a bunch of pointless unrelated profanity we’ll be on you like Bush on bin Laden.
It’s all about balance.
Welcome to the Pit you cockratchet.
Yes, that’s a smilie. Wanna do something about it?
Oh yeah! And we didn’t have fancy new-fangled contraptions like pencil sharpeners, either - hell, we didn’t even have knives. If your pencil broke you had to sharpen it with your teeth.
Don’t get me going about cutting down trees to make our paper . . .
You sure as fuck don’t have to cuss here to be heard,
Some things are better done by hand, and
One of life’s great lessons is that if it isn’t “the fucking bitch” saying it, it’s “the man” busting it?
BTW, is it true that there’s no P.E. during blizzards anymore?
P.E during a blizzard ? why t’were nowt but a leet dust o’ powder tha’ that soft great ninny.
Now we ‘ad it rough, thur were this yoooje ‘urricane a blowin’ wi’ t’ meteors rainin’ down all ovver like an the cross country run in clogs were only into its first 50 mile when…
[sup]wot ? wooden clogs…luxury all we 'ad was…[/sup]
You had pointy rocks, Jack? Luxury!
We had to lick our homework onto bedrock covered with scorpions and broken glass. And then we had to carry this million-ton section of bedrock shoved up our noses to school, on the other side of the world. Only to find out we’d done it wrong. But we couldn’t redo it, because they’d cut off our tongues for a less than perfect score.
