Here's to Katie.

That needs to be quoted.

 

How do you steal stuff from vending machines?

Teach me O’ great master of theft

 

you just did..

 

It depends of type of the vending machine ..
But you the ones that you open a door and the thing you bought is there ..And usually, you can steal the thing that is next to it if it's not too near ..

Anyway, it doesn't work on all vending machines or with too big things ..

 

I love you.

 

I meant it needed to be sig quoted.

I'd put it in mine, but my sig is too snobby.

 

i see nothing snobby about it...

 

i find it to be antique chic :H ...whatever that is

 

hah.

I can dig that.

Still think it's snobby tho.

 

snobby like those beatniks in A Bucket of Blood

 

what the hell are you talking about?

 

= l

 

there are thes ebeatniks in this movie called A Bucket of Blood, and then this nerdy waiter guy at the beatnik resturant wants to be cool and an artist like the beatniks so he tries to make sculptures, but he sucks, so when he accidentilly kills a cat, he pours hot clay over it and passes it off as a sulpture...he ends up murdering people, blah blah blah, he hangs himself...

the moral of the story though is...*shrug*

 

HAHAHAHA mother of god.

 

i bought it on a DVD for 3 bucks as a double feature with the original Little Shop of Horrors

The one beatnik is hilarious, cause he is so pompus.
"I will talk to you of art,
For there is nothing else to talk about,
For there is nothing else.
Life is an obscure hobo,
Bumming a ride on the omnibus of art.

Burn gas buggies,
And whip your sour cream of circumstance and hope.
And go ahead and sleep your bloody heads off.
Creation is, all else is not.
What is not creation is graham crackers.
Let it all crumble to feed the creator.
The artist is, all others are not.
A canvas is a canvas or a painting,
A rock is a rock or a statue,
A sound is a sound or it is music,
A creature is a creature or an artist.

Where are John…Joe… Jake… Jim… Jerk?
Dead…dead… dead: they were not born.
Before they were born, they were not born!
Where are Leonardo… Rembrandt… Ludwig?
Alive… alive… alive: they were born!

thats not his whole poem, but you get the point. And then when the nerdy guy quotes some of it back he says "I wouldn't know, I never say the same thing twice, for it is stale and old"

ahha

 

that cat killing sculpting thing, what a great fucking idea!!! !!

 

AHha. holy shit i have to see that.

Beatnik Hustler: I saw a statue once. It was called, "the third time Phyllis saw me, she exploded."
Beatnik Hustler's Partner: Man, what kind of statue was that?
Beatnik Hustler: I dunno, it was made out of driftwood and dipped in fluoric acid. Very wild.