User:Lonefolf

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This user plays bass, because it attracts groupies without the need for excessive rehearsal time.

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I am a metalhead; I wear offensive shirts, I headbang to really loud music. I have long hair, but am not a hippie.

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And now, for something just a little more serious

Well, not really

Worldwide Forecast at a Glance: It is guaranteed that today's forecast will be better than tomorrow's. Over to Africa, there'll be cool breeze to start a warm day tomorrow, with a slight chance of guerilla warfare in the afternoon. Persons in south-east Asia are TSOL, expect hailstones the size of coconuts. In Nebraska, far from the moist tongue, suction vortices may disipate due to a choking downdraft. In summary, there's a 50-50 chance that this forecast will go wrong 90 percent of the time. Special Weather Report: Montreal: Someone left Niagara Falls running all night and accidently drained the Great Lakes.

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The last time this forecast was 100% correct, somebody really unimportant died.

I was sitting in my living room very late at night, watching The Christmas That Almost Wasn't. I knew the fat, jolly bastard would be arriving soon, and I would be waiting for him. I've been waiting for this moment for years ever since St. Dickolas gave me coal for Christmas four years in a row, despite my good behavior. I'll shove that stocking full of coal up his ass and show him how funny it is.

I was dozing off when I heard it. The sound I could recognize anywhere. The fat bastard's heavy stomps on my rooftop. It's showtime. I sprang up off of the couch and hid behind the Christmas tree. I stay there for a little bit when I hear a loud tumble and an audible "Ah, shit.. that hurt." The fat bastard had entered the point of no return. Of course the jolly prick went straight to the kitchen, where he helped himself to the milk and cookies I laid out. I put a small amount of laxative and LSD in the cookies. I'm also pretty sure he got into the liquor cabinet because I heard him say something about a "Mr. Jack Daniels," with glass clinking around. He laid the presents under the tree, I was so close to him I could smell the liquor and cookies on him. Somehow, he didn't see me.

Then he walks over to the stalking, I peek around the tree. I see the lump of coal in his hand.

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