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i was going to get liposuction, but i'm going to australia instead. funny how my finances work.
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Brad
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oh come on give me a break... on my list of people I know who need liposuction you would rate about number 2,968 at the highest.
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Splinken
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You have a list? May I see this list? Oops, looks like we're diving headlong into boring chatroom territory again. I'll just be moseying along....
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whirligirl
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Wait A Second. I have something to say here. All beauty arguments aside, Australia is clearly the better choice since there's a good chance that you wouldn't need (or whatever) liposuction after you've been there. In my experience, new places help to shake that extra stuff away. Although, to be honest, I don't find liposuction very appealing.
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derek
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although, after having visited many many of oz's fine gorgeous beaches, of which many are clothing-optional, there are quite a goodly number of people that could have used a good lyposuction. or just maybe a few good slices with the carving knife if the farmer's wife isn't too busy that day. Naked beached whales sweating in 100 degree temps and 95% humidity with sand up their butts, in their armpits, etc. etc. didn't really entice me to throw a shrimp on the barbie, fer shurrrr...
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i have spoken
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moron
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001225
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jo
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today you told me one thousand kilobyte equaled one megabyte and one gigabyte equaled one thousand megabyes and one thousand gigabytes equaled one terabyte and one.....ahh one.... I think I've gone beyond the one... of my comprehension
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sigh
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What the hell does lipsuction have to do with the word "thousand"... well i guess that's your interpretation... but... geez...
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silentbob
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probably the price, i'd imagine...
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amy
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probably a thousand smacks. i think she's going to Australia... who is sigh?
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SaxyWeed
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Speaking of australia... i've been learning to play the digeridoo (i know i spelled that wrong) but i can't quite get the circular breathing down. anyone have any hints? maybe i need some liposuction.
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SleepingDeath
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how do people get "k" from "thousand"?
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birdmad
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rainy days
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metric grendel
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K derived from Kilo
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celestias_shadow
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go to New Zealand while you're there. It's supposed to be amazing. Don't get liposuction- liposuction sucks. Stupid fat yuppie housewives that are too fucking lazy to do anything but bake cookies and then wonder why they're fat! And young idiotic consumerist females. Clearly Australia is the better choice. I know a guy who was supposed to go to NZ to see his g/f but ended up going to Guatemala (don't ask) and had to live in the airport for 5 days (REALLY don't ask!). So yeah, definitely Australia all the way, man!
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zer0
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i love zeros. i am one. and so are you. and you and you and you. no matter your age, or the money in your pocket. no matter the upteenth sibling you are there just zeros and you are one of them. a circle.. of zeros... zero... a circle. and that's where it ends
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it's only when you start counting that the numbers matter, because, before that, they just go on forever and you watch them in some sort of dazed stupor (with your mind gently slurring, slurring words it should be saying clearly) and the zeros fly by blurry vision. and there are so many of them. before they are quantified, of course, and you wonder if they go on forever (and there are only four) but you wonder how many zeros you could pile on top of a person before they collapse and you wonder if you could do it, too. but you couldn't, of course, because there are only four zeros, you see, because you counted, because they told you to.
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jordie
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a thousand tiny pricks of light, spinning, spinning, twisting, looping, dripping into oblivion, morphing liqiuidly into the contour of stars and shifting in, in then out, then in again behind my eyes shivering and quaking and humming a slow rhthym in my head.
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070120
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what's it to you?
who
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