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Name: Rich AKA "Palo"
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 10/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Skratching, Flatlanding, Fixing my POS car, RTS games, Learning guitar, RPG's, Makin my own music, Throwing gang signs at senior citizens (gotta reprezent yo). Punching Random babies in strollers (Cause im sick like that). Painting exquisite, rare and unique masterpieces using the most delicate blends of colors and brush strokes, THEN PUNCHING IT!!GAAFG!. Hurting animals (especially rabbits). Using my turtle as a knee pad when I go snowboarding, finding dead pigeons I find on the skreets then burying them (in peoples laundry baskets) Platinumizing peoples teef in my room for $5.99. (can't afford real platinum, I use aluminum "blang blang nagga"), Barging in rooms to surprise friends while they have sex then belly flopping on them while foaming at the mouth. Oh ya, and I like to go fishing. - (Add me to your Xanga subscription. I wont dissappoint you, and if I do it's your fault guaranteed. I don't care)
Expertise: Puttin yo momma or baby nephew in a headlock for dissin me. Not bathing for months then enter wrestling tournaments with violent halitosis.(Women that can do things better than me turn me on, in which case none of them do. Ok I lie, there is this girl I see once in a while that blows away my mind. I'll just leave it at that. I have a thing for not being nice to women, it's in my nature, but as soon as I would hand her a flower, I would get rejected. So instead, like the clever guy I am, I hand her something that is truly worth something to me, an uppercut right to her jaw, stupid bitch! and then when she's not looking, I grab a handfull of what's in her purse and split. Did I also mention I'm in college? Man, what a waste of time.
I like not being bored (having fun) I like weekends, making people feel good is an option, depends on my mood. Stabbing.. lets see what else. Doing impressions. Doing cartwheels and crashing into things. Oh yeah and I like to go fishing.
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
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AIM:  you wunt palo
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AIM:  I dont have aim..
AIM:  or do i...?
Member Since:
5/12/2003
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| Tornado Warning in effect. I took my shirt off and spun it like a helicopter (in the opposite direction) but had no nullifying affect against said tornado. Nature: 1 Me: 0 | | |
| So I was about to get off the bus the other day and as I was going to get off of my seat. I politely signaled the lady right next to me that I would be getting off so she could stand up and scoot for me to pass through since I was on the window side. Now I'm guessing her weight to the degree of how morbidly smashed I was to the passenger window which decisively had me calculate that the old woman was about 349 pounds, atleast. With my great inspiring luck, the old bag doesn't stand up. Instead, she just maneuvers her legs to the side as if it would give me more room to pass through her mass of thickness. Not to mention she was wearing about four to seven layers of jackets.
Now,
for the poor gentlemen sitting next to her (me) she just shifts her legs to
the side insisting I like squeezing through a mass of fat layers,
jackets, handbags, groceries, cages with pigeons enslaved and other random atrocities
she was carrying. This is one of many reasons why I hate lazy, old, fat senior citizens that could triple backflip barrel roll through a burning bush to get ahead of you at the food stand yet, when it gets to finding their remote, they would rather watch the same channel for 7 hours until they're ready to fall in to a coma.
It was bad enough she smelled like a fresh can of open anus grounds as if public transportation couldn't be anymore discouraging. To be concise, she smelled like marinated shit (aka an open gorilla habitat). It already pissed me off when she blocked the whole sidewalk on the way to the bus stop only allowing me to walk at .426 miles per hour. Shit, I should of took a twinkie and threw it over her head just to see how fast she would jolt to it making her look like an apparation in front of my eyes for a split second. I know this is not to be questioned because I work with the geriatric department at the hospital. Old fat people burst out of their beds and through concrete bedrock to get to their lunch trays every day, but when it's time to move around to shift for bed sores they all of a sudden become vegetables because they're assholes.
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| So four years ago I sent a signal to outer space. The signal had a song embedded in it. Yesterday an alien visited my room and said, "Thank you!"
I wasn't sure what was going on at the time, but I gave it a spork and it went home happy. Dumbass.
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Texas Holdem is fun and challenging. Though, perhaps I
shouldn't challenge opossums. I should not oppose opossums. They are ultimate
enemy even to ME. Somewhere along the line though, I'm going to unleash my new
pet toddler on one of these creatures that lurks in my yard, waiting for me.
The opossum is the ultimate beast. Beast among beasts 666 kill kill ahh help
me. But, anyway my pet toddler shall save me from such evil for this one is
merciless and cuts through even the strongest men's psyche with superior yet
childish intelligence involving alien autopsy implants and supernatural spirits
(plus he’s ninja). I have yet to test my pet toddler against raccoons,
squirrels, or especially the POSSUM. Animals, it seems, may be a test of his little
heart. I’m here typing, yet pet toddler rattles in his cage. He’s waiting. | | |
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