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Drinks are on me... / Re: The Double Cross Cinema
« Date written by Father Luke on October 31, 2017, 11:30:55 PM »
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Drinks are on me... / Pain Free
« Date written by Shan Flubs on October 25, 2017, 11:00:01 AM »
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Drinks are on me... / Re: Photo Ops
« Date written by Somone from facebook on October 24, 2017, 11:16:51 AM »
Thank you.
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Drinks are on me... / Re: Photo Ops
« Date written by Father Luke on October 23, 2017, 10:37:13 PM »
This is a picture of my dad in an orchard.


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Drinks are on me... / Re: Guess what. Chicken butt, that's what.
« Date written by Some Wun on October 21, 2017, 08:49:04 PM »
Stoopid! Move back to Alaska, Dip Shit.
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Drinks are on me... / Guess what. Chicken butt, that's what.
« Date written by Father Luke on October 19, 2017, 03:37:25 PM »
I moved from Homer, Alaska to the State of Washington. This is being written Thursday, October 19, 2017
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Drinks are on me... / Lisbeth
« Date written by Lisbeth on March 10, 2013, 11:11:55 AM »



Personal Message me with any questions or comments.
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2012 / Re: Money, money, money
« Date written by Lisbeth on March 10, 2013, 09:15:25 AM »
No one cares about your money. Least of all you.

Get on with the living.
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2012 / Money, money, money
« Date written by Father Luke on April 17, 2012, 08:34:06 PM »
I just realized something. The lists of money I "say" I made on 2011 was written in January of 2011. So, in actuality, the money was made in 2010.

That is to say, each year is an accounting of the year previous...

2011 is accounting all the money made in 2010... etc.


I really have to fix all this shit up.
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Drinks are on me... / Re: The Double Cross iPod
« Date written by Father Luke on August 09, 2011, 08:30:54 PM »



Listen, motherfucker, and let me make this clear:
 Iíve had your fucking poetry up to here Ė
 Your tender recollections and wistful reminisce:
 Excuse me, Mr. Shakespeare, whilst I go and have a piss.

 Somebody start a fight or something

 If I wanted Chekhov Iídíve worn my polo neck
 And brought along some high-strung bitch whoís anorexi-ec,
 But Iím wearing just a tee-shirt, Iím getting off my tits,
 The chick Iím withís a barker, and my life is full of shit.

 Iím not a man of violence, but Iíll give no guarantee
 When Iím faced with symbolism and onamatapee:
 Thereís a fucking artist! Ė let me get my stick!
 You want a fucking beating? Címon, then: go sick.
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