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Thanks for making me late for a meeting, not to mention waste time and resources for the emergency services. Are you f-ing stupid?!?!
- lowimpakt0
wow, how irritating.
- chossy0
Everybody pay attention to me, I would imagine is what was going through her mind.
- ********0
maybe we could kick her in the head and call it art.
- chossy0
Or strike fear into her heart, every so often and call it art.
- lowimpakt0
put her in jail for 2 years and call it art
- ********0
put her in jail for 2 years and call it an installation
lowimpakt
(Apr 26 06, 03:22)
- rasko40
Strap her to a table and use a scalpel to slice from her sternum to her naval, then again diagonally from her armpits to her naval, open up the flaps and nail them with rusty nails straight through her arms, her wrists will be held in place with horseshoes (lucky?), this would all be done while she is under local anaesthetic and wheeled through childrens hospitals as an introduction to art.
- ********0
bitch should pay for a the police, helicopter and bomb squared and what not
hippiecutn
- lowimpakt0
heh.
- Mouzer0
Shoot her in the head and call the bullet an installation.
- kelpie0
come on guys, this is all a bit extreme. apart from rasko.
- rasko40
If I lived in that area and knew where she lived I would hire schoolkids to throw dog poo at here house and call it a remote action painting.
- lowimpakt0
shoot her into space and call it outsider art
- phatlee0
What a silly bitch!!
'GEDDA A REAL JOB!!!!!!!'
- T-B-O-A0
If we were not living in a state of fear there wouldn't be a problem with all this...
Plus it's quite funny when people that chat in websites while-at-work tell people to 'get a real job'. Oh the irony...
- phatlee0
Whats ironic about it?
- kelpie0
why-the-hyphens?
- phatlee0
I'm sat at work eating lunch, because when a person has proper job they're legally entitled to have an hours break.
Oooh the irony....
- rasko40
eeeeh in my day we built fings wiv our hands I tell 'e! bricks and wood and oil, elbow grease, blood, sweat and tears my boy - you kids dont know you are born I tell 'e!!