The Will to Power (944 hits)
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Submitted by Axolotl (View user info) at 2006-06-05 15:48:51 EDT
On the 12th floor of Newark's finest hospital, all was quiet in the early morning hours. It was an hour past dawn, and Michael Brecher and John Malley were sitting by Donald McMichael's side. McMichael was lying on the hospital bed, uncovered, his leg elevated and in a bandage. He had an eye patch over his left eye, and his head was swathed in gauze.
"Everything will be all right, Don," Michael said softly. "The important thing is that you survived, and you're safe at Beth Israel."
The city of Newark was waking up outside the window, and the high buildings outside were beginning to get populated. A few miles out was the bay, where the Hackensack and Passaic Rivers flowed down through the bay to New York Harbor.
"This was a bad time," John said. "We meet tomorrow to decide the future of our family, and you're lying here with your leg in the air,"
"As if it's my fault," Don replied, miffed. He closed his eyes, still high on the Vicodin. "What the hell, man, they came at me like they wanted something, uh? Better I fight back instead of running away, or they'll come after me again."
"I don't know what we're going to do," John said nervously. "Michael and Johnny-boy are going to see that you're out of commission for now...how can I stand up to them?"
"They're Jackie's sons, they feel they have a right," Michael said. "And if you're standing alone..."
"I never meant that," John said, walking to the window. He spoke in an unfamiliar tone of stress, knowing that if the Sullivan boys took control of the family, their lives would never be the same. Looking out on the streets of Newark, John said, "I'm sorry, Michael. I want you to stand by my side through this."
"Well, this fucks our chances for any leadership," Don grunted. "Are the police interested in why there's a bullet in my leg?"
"As acting boss," John said, letting those words sink in. "I informed the police that you were shot by drug dealers. No questions."
"That's the same line we told the cops as well," said the voice of Paul Ciceri. John and Michael turned around to see the Dimiglio capo standing in the doorway to the room, Marcus Toussaint behind him. John and Michael felt naked without their pistols, but then realized that security had taken Paul and Marcus' as well.
"Hello, Paul," John said warily, feeling his momentary fear ebbing away. "You're here as well, are you?"
"Considering that one of the highest earners in my crew is lying in a room down the hall, as a fucking vegetable, then yes, I am here," Paul said coldly. "They say he'll never recover. Half his brain is missing, and what they scraped off the windshield and shoved back in his thick skull wasn't much."
"I might be on painkillers, but let me ask, who's fault is that?" Don McMichael growled from his bed. "Who's fault is it that two men were sent against me to put a nice painkiller in the back of my head?"
"You gave me a nice hit in the dome, slugger," Marcus said quietly. "We had our orders."
John's heart was beating fast; Paul frowned and said, "Don Carmine wanted me to end the war quickly. Jackie killed our associate Jim Brecher, and another one of your men killed our Dave Lodovich in a restaurant. When made men die, repercussions are made."
"Who killed Jackie Sullivan?" Michael Brecher said in a slow but wrathful voice. "Name the names, Paul. Who pulled the trigger on Jackie?"
Paul paused a moment, and said, "My brother Iggy. Officer William Diciccio, and Vincent Tabano. Maybe it was a mistake to do it. Maybe it's going to start a greater war, but just remember that many of our guys are dead as well."
"I want this to end, Paul," John Malley said, gripping the hospital bed. "I want an immediate peace with Galantro, and an end to all the bloodshed. No more deaths...I want there to be peace between the families."
"Well, John, I'm willing," Paul replied guardedly. "But I doubt that your underboss, Jackie's son, will want a peace. Or his brother, for that matter."
"Johnny-boy and Michael," Don McMichael said, his eyes nearly closed. "Jersey royalty."
"I'm sorry for my role in this, John," Paul said sincerely. "We're both men here."
"Paul, what I'm asking needs to be kept secret," John said quietly. He paused, eyes closed, aware of his treason. "Help me become boss of my family and I can negotiate a peace."
"Is underboss Johnny-boy trying to take control?"
"And his brother Michael," Don McMichael said through a delirium.
"I'll see what I can do."
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Officer William Diciccio pulled up in his police car to the corner of Tony Lalama Drive and College Boulevard, in Paterson. As he stepped out of the car, joining the four policemen already congregating at a nearby office building, he could hear the Paterson falls rushing in the distance.
"We have the warrant, captain?" Diciccio asked. Another squad of policemen were walking over from Costello Park, where the great statue of Lou Costello stood.
"We do," said the grim, thick-jawed police captain. "Let's go in,"
The captain opened the door, and the five policemen rushed into the office building, guns drawn. Diciccio followed the troop up a flight of stairs to the fourth floor, where a single door stood in the way.
"Open the door! It's the police!" the captain shouted, banging on the door.
The door clicked and opened, and Michael Sullivan met them. Before he even had a chance to speak, the policemen forced their way in, knocking Michael Sullivan out of the way. At a table in the center of the office, Charles Leary, Michael's associate, was looking at a financial file, utterly surprised at the police.
"No, you've made a mistake!" Michael shouted, being pinioned to the floor by Sergeant Diciccio.
"Michael Sullivan, you have the right to remain silent, and the right to an attorney," Diciccio said from memory. The police captain was handcuffing a bewildered Charles Leary. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. You're being arrested for insider trading, and you do not have to talk to us."
"It's not—let go!" Michael gasped, his hands behind his back forcefully being restrained.
"Just get down to the cars, Sullivan," Diciccio said, dragging Sullivan up and marching him out of the door.
* * *
The Palisades Parkway stretched from Fort Lee all along the very edge of a sheer cliff, overlooking the Hudson River and the Bronx. The stars shone down upon the isolated highway, hemmed in by trees and cliffs on every side. Tonight there were few out on the roads, and the immense forests were extremely quiet.
Iggy Ciceri spun his black Saturn into a sharp turn at the correct spot and braced for impact. Slamming the brakes, he dashed his bumper off the highway barrier and coasted to his designated spot and turned off the ignition.
Behind him, Johnny-boy Sullivan stopped his car, screeching to a halt before striking Ciceri's vehicle. The highway was in an isolated part of the North Jersey forests, and a small clearing separated the lanes. Across the road, Michael Brecher and Paul Ciceri watched with baited breath hidden under cover of darkness.
Iggy and Johnny-boy got out of their cars, and walked toward one another. "Hey, my car just went crazy," Iggy said, feigning nervousness. "It just shorted out, I don't know...maybe the battery?"
"I'm in a hurry, man," Johnny-boy said, unconcerned. Michael Brecher quickly tiptoed across the lane and threw himself behind Johnny-boy's car, hidden from sight. A .40-caliber silenced Silverballer was snug in his waistband.
"All right, no problem," Iggy said, disappointed. "I mean...do you have jumper cables or anything?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Johnny-boy muttered, walking around to his trunk. He unlocked his car, and grabbed the jumpers of the back. He was less than five feet from Michael Brecher, who was crouching on the other side of his car, halfway underneath the undercarriage.
As Johnny-boy walked back toward Iggy with the orange cables, Michael quietly opened the door and shrunk down in the back, behind the driver's seat. Paul Ciceri watched closely as Iggy's car miraculously came back to life, its engine sputtering back to normal.
"Thanks anyway, man," Iggy called out, waving to Johnny-boy.
"No problem," Johnny-boy replied, sounding a little annoyed. He opened his car and sat down comfortably in the driver's seat, locking the car doors from the inside.
Three silenced pops rang out, and three .40-caliber holes cracked the windshield. Johnny-boy's head fell against the steering wheel, blood dribbling out onto the speedometer dials. Brecher pulled back Johnny-boy's blood-soaked hair and inspected his face, as Iggy and Paul Ciceri walked over to the car.
"Is he gone?" Paul asked.
"He's gone," Michael said, feeling strangely disheartened.
The three men wrapped Johnny-boy's body in a sheet of rubber Iggy Ciceri used for such occasions, and covered every inch of their victim. Congratulating themselves, they drove to a spot on the Englewood Cliffs where the ground fell away into the trees hundreds of feet below, and the yellow and white lights of the Bronx stretched out infinitely like twinkling stars.
"Throw it,"
They threw Johnny-boy, wrapped in a makeshift body bag, off of the cliff's side, hearing his weighty form crash through the branches of the trees all the way down. Brecher curiously stared over the edge, and then realized that it would be the perfect murder to "accidentally" push him over.
"Well, we've done it," Michael Brecher said breathlessly, but pleased.
"Good job," Paul said, shaking Brecher's hand. "Maybe our families can work together after all."
"Yeah," Brecher replied. "Peace. Two distinct families working side-by-side, hand-in-hand...to throw people off cliffs."
Paul laughed, and Michael could sense a kindred spirit in him. Iggy clapped them both on the shoulders, smiling broadly, and said, "You know...it sounds familiar, but I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
* * *
In a private hall in Hackensack, on Sunday evening, the Sullivan family was gathered in one place. The night had fallen, and the room was deathly dark except for a single candle of light on a small table. Shadowy figures filled the room, leaving a space at the front, where Michael Brecher stood.
"Do you, Peter Malley, you, Virgil O'Duinen and you, Raymond Ventry, promise to uphold the family in all affairs, and to never forget your obligations to the family?" Michael Brecher asked.
"We do."
"Do you promise to stay true to the family, and keep its secrets by the code of silence, and never speak about it outside of the family?"
"We do."
"Do you realize that should you betray our family, you shall suffer bloody repercussions, and your souls will burn in hell like this burning saint?" Virgil lit a picture of the Virgin Mary on fire with a Bic lighter, the smoldering image lighting the dark room.
"We do."
"Rise, Peter Malley and Raymond Ventry, our captaens. Rise, Virgil O'Duinen, our mionmáistre."
Raymond Ventry, a tanned, spike-haired man rose with a broad smile, and Peter Malley stood up, also looking relieved. Virgil O'Duinen, the new underboss, stood, his hands folded and his face blank. Michael Brecher touched their foreheads with his fingers, and breathed a few words of Gaelic.
"John Malley?"
From the shadowy crowd in the darkness, John Malley stepped forward, Don McMichael clapping his shoulder as he stepped into the circle of capos.
"John Malley, are you prepared to lead this family, and all its forty soldiers and numerous associates through trial and happiness, through all affairs?"
"I am."
"Are you willing to live up to the reputation of Jackie Sullivan, and avenge all deaths of made men, not allowing any other family to act against ours with impunity?"
"I am."
"Will you ever betray this family, and all its men, and those depending on it, by swearing allegiance to the FBI, or to another family."
"I will not."
"Are you willing to die for the family?"
"I am." John Malley intoned, keeping his voice steady. Michael Brecher pulled a holy image of Saint Patrick from his inside pocket and lit the lighter under it. The flame spread across the picture, and as it burned, Michael dropped it before it reached his fingers.
"Should I betray my family, may my soul burn forever in hell like that saint burned just now," John Malley said.
"Rise, John Malley, our new máistre," Michael Brecher said. John Malley stood up, and Michael touched his forehead and whispered "Sláinte. Our new boss, and now a lasting peace."
John Malley looked out at the dark, shadowy room full of staring eyes, and he felt a surge of excitement and power in his body. There was a new peace with the Dimiglio family, and he had control of all the businesses the Sullivan family owned. He felt a new sensation of authority as he stepped down into the audience.
The Sullivan family had a new leader.
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God, was yesterday's Sopranos awful. David Chase has some balls to wait two years and feed us that bullshit. But in the words of butch, balls is stabbing a guy in the lungs with an icepick.
I recommend this link:
warning: nsfw :
http://moid.org/ed/wheredmybonergo.swf
Episode 1: The Malleys http://www.ubersite.com/m/87184
Episode 2: To Risk Your Arm http://www.ubersite.com/m/87242
Episode 3: Innocent Until Proven Guilty http://www.ubersite.com/m/87289
Episode 4: Roulettes http://www.ubersite.com/m/87511
Episode 5: Broadside - http://www.ubersite.com/m/87564
Episode 6: Under the Influence - http://www.ubersite.com/m/87706
Episode 7: Broken Glass - http://www.ubersite.com/m/87745
Episode 8: Off the Face of the Earth - http://www.ubersite.com/m/87999
Episode 9: Liability Claims - http://www.ubersite.com/m/88086
Episode 10: To Tell the Truth - http://www.ubersite.com/m/88306
Episode 11: Entropy - http://www.ubersite.com/m/88418
User Reviews
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2006-06-22 15:59:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-22 15:57:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-06-22 15:48:06 (#)
Ranking: 2
"What the hell, man, they came at me like they wanted something, uh? Better I fight back instead of running away, or they'll come after me again"
HAHAHAHAHA
Awesome reference
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I put the ref in a few stories of mine, just to see if people would notice. I think I made TheCaes spit out his coffee with one of those.
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-06-22 15:48:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"What the hell, man, they came at me like they wanted something, uh? Better I fight back instead of running away, or they'll come after me again"
HAHAHAHAHA
Awesome reference
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 22:13:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:01:13 (#)
Ranking: 0
P.S. Axolotl, for not giving me my due credit, in about five years, I'm gonig to fand you and have THIS done to you http://moid.org/ed/bodypaint07.jpg (NSFW)<dramatic music>
That's right, your getting a sex and species change, enjoy your last few years as a male full human.
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I would feel the need to shave my entire body, I'd think. Not as bad as a lot of the stuff on Moid...
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No, she actually looks kinda good.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:45:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by BadAssJulie (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:38:03 (#)
Ranking: 2
Ax, I still think you're a strange boy but do you want a dog?
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Weeps. Still strange? In the context of the guys at my school, I'm pretty normal.
I have two golden retreivers. Why, are you mailing them to Uberusers?
Submitted by BadAssJulie (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:38:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ax, I still think you're a strange boy but do you want a dog?
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:04:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:08:39 (#)
Ranking: 2
it's fucking weird/gay/unusual that john malley all of a sudden goes from his good guy-ness all of a sudden to making underhanded deals with other famlies to have his competitors whacked. i would have thought he would make boss by being himself.
i refuse to watch soprano.s
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The Sopranos was truly godawful last night. I didn't think it could get much worse, but good old David Chase shoveled "artistic" bullshit into his disappointed viewers' mouths yet again.
In the upcoming seasons and storylines, the plot tends to revolve more with Michael Brecher's relationship to John, and Michael's struggle to do what's right to keep his boss in power. John's a nice guy at heart, but he's not above taking desperate acts to protect himself and his family. He beat the drug dealer to death in Episode 6 for threatening his son, and he'll be in worse trouble in the future.
Any particular locations you'd like to see featured?
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:01:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Shit, don't cats have like eight nipples??
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:01:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
P.S. Axolotl, for not giving me my due credit, in about five years, I'm gonig to fand you and have THIS done to you http://moid.org/ed/bodypaint07.jpg (NSFW)<dramatic music>
That's right, your getting a sex and species change, enjoy your last few years as a male full human.
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I would feel the need to shave my entire body, I'd think. Not as bad as a lot of the stuff on Moid...
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 21:00:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2006-06-05 18:34:16 (#)
Ranking: 2
You need Jo-Jo the Dog-Face-Bitch-Boy?
Call Josh Weinfuck, the lightweight pen-stealing fuckface!
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I am DEFINITELY going to do that, as soon as I can. I'm going to post The WEET Man has a HEART ATTACK one day this week, as well.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 18:55:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I love the internet, and losers.
You know dungons and dragons right?
Well APPARENTLY one of those book tihngs they have for it is about sex, like i ean haveing sex.
Come on I need to roll and 85 to stop my premature ejaculation! I can see that.
Life is great, here is the table of contents to the book, I'll doublespace between some choice topics:
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Initial Reactions To This Guide
Preface
Guide Game Mechanics
The Wild-Thing Rules
Inter-Species Fertility( Y HALO THAR ORC SECKS?!)
Conception: What are the odds?
Pregnancy In A RPG?
When Does The Stork Come?
Spells For The Mother
Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
On The Subject Of A Shapechanging Mother And Child
The Baby is Here! What Ya' Got?
Sexual Tendency
The Bitch Rule(IE THE RETRO RULE)
The Rack Critical Hit Chart: For Men Only
Seduction: More Than Reaction Rolls
Seduction For The Professional
Non-Weapon Skills(weapon sex? Fetish much?)
Sexualis Morbus (Sexual Diseases, STDS WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Sexual Insanity?
On Sex And Sexuality In The Realms
Spells With Zip
Clerics Would Use These Spells?
A Bard's Sexual Spell-Songs
Sexual Psionic Powers
Magic Items Your Mom Wouldn't Approve Of(YAY MAGICAL DILDOS! ABLE TO EXTEND TO 5 TIMES THEIR LENGTH, VIBERATE AND ADDS +7 TO YOUR MAN SLAYING SKILLZ)
Cupid's Chaotic Arrows
Protection Of The Worst Kind (For The Male)(CHATISTY BELTS?)
Houri: Wizard Sub-Class
Seducer: Wizard Sub-Class
Seductress: Rogue Sub-Class
Psiducer: Psionicist Sub-Class
"I'm Just A Gigolo..." Gigolo: Bard Sub-Class(HAHAHAHAHA
Getting To Know A Prostitute (Random Generator)(LIKE SPENCER'S FRIEND! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Filling The House Of Ill Repute(whorehouse)
Case: The Blue Tavern (Entertainment And Pleasure)
Encounter Non-Player Characters
Porno Periodicals Of Humanoids (NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT THAT MEANS)
Sexist Quotes(BULL DYKE)
Other Tidbits
An Abyss Level
Adventuring Ideas
ESSAY: What If A Character Rapes A NPC?(Y HALO THAR RAPE SECKS?!)
ESSAY: Has Anyone Played A Homosexual Character?(ATTN: GHEY MENZ)
Plots For Homosexual Characters(ATTN: MORE GHEY MENZ)
A Few Good Stories
Special Thanks
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I'm gonig to have much fun reasing this even though I've no idea how to play D&D, I might learn though...
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2006-06-05 18:34:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You need Jo-Jo the Dog-Face-Bitch-Boy?
Call Josh Weinfuck, the lightweight pen-stealing fuckface!
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-06-05 17:28:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:53:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:39:42 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:30:37 (#)
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i WAS right about you doodles. you ARE retarded.
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Care to explain what makes me retard, because you OBVIOUSLY are my better.
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I'D SAY THE SENTANCE YOU TYPED RIGHT THERE WOULD MAKE YOU SEEM AT LEAST STUPID, IF NOT RETARDED
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:52:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i just think your a miserable little nerd who doesnt fit in anywhere and would do/say absolutely anything to be accepted, even if it is on a website. your insults are predictable and text book. you say people fail at life and stuff when you have no idea about their life. at least when i call you retarded, its after you say/type something retarded. how am i supposed to know you were kidding? i actually have a GOOD sense of humor so excuse me if your infantile little jokes go right by me. thats all.
but yeah, you must have a really awesome life because when i had a free second over the weekend, and i logged onto uber for a quick read, you were always on. you must be COOL.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:39:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:30:37 (#)
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i WAS right about you doodles. you ARE retarded.
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Care to explain what makes me retard, because you OBVIOUSLY are my better.
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:30:37 EDT (#)
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i WAS right about you doodles. you ARE retarded.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:22:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:11:26 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:52:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
I recommend this link:
warning: nsfw :
http://moid.org/ed/wheredmybonergo.swf
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Way to give me credit for the awesome site I found, cunt.
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what a fucking GEEK you are. you want him to credit you for inding a link?!?!?! moid has been splashed all over uber in the last month. what, you want everyone to say ":DOODLES FOUND THIS! HE'S NOT COMPLETELY USELESS LIKE EVRYBODY THINKS!"
who are you, the chris colombus of uber?
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Retro note my rating, and then, with the very few brain cells you have, ask yourself was he serious?
Also you really have no place calling anybody useless, I'm sorry that some people liking me has offended you in some way. Well no I'm not really, I am, however, sorry that your such a cunt. So wy don't you go kill yourself, because you my pasty ass, retarded, under-endowed, little friend fail at life.
P.S. Axolotl, for not giving me my due credit, in about five years, I'm gonig to fand you and have THIS done to you http://moid.org/ed/bodypaint07.jpg (NSFW)<dramatic music>
That's right, your getting a sex and species change, enjoy your last few years as a male full human.
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:11:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:52:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
I recommend this link:
warning: nsfw :
http://moid.org/ed/wheredmybonergo.swf
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Way to give me credit for the awesome site I found, cunt.
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what a fucking GEEK you are. you want him to credit you for inding a link?!?!?! moid has been splashed all over uber in the last month. what, you want everyone to say ":DOODLES FOUND THIS! HE'S NOT COMPLETELY USELESS LIKE EVRYBODY THINKS!"
who are you, the chris colombus of uber?
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:08:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
it's fucking weird/gay/unusual that john malley all of a sudden goes from his good guy-ness all of a sudden to making underhanded deals with other famlies to have his competitors whacked. i would have thought he would make boss by being himself.
i refuse to watch soprano.s
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2006-06-05 16:01:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
jeebus man! It's Monday!!11!
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:56:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:52:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
I recommend this link:
warning: nsfw :
http://moid.org/ed/wheredmybonergo.swf
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Way to give me credit for the awesome site I found, cunt.
I do think Electro made it, honest to god.
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Didn't know it was you, all I knew was that Moid was dead interesting.
"There it is! My tummy is very, very full...very full!"
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:52:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I recommend this link:
warning: nsfw :
http://moid.org/ed/wheredmybonergo.swf
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Way to give me credit for the awesome site I found, cunt.
I do think Electro made it, honest to god.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-05 15:49:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Second re 16 y/olds reference in one of my stories.