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This is an email a friend of mine sent out to a bunch of dudes at his work today... awesome, I just had to post it because it is how we all feel sometimes. Though I ain't old enough yet, but I know I eventually will feel that way, names are omitted so no one gets in hell:
Subj: My BDay Yank the Fucker
So a cold sweat hit the back of my neck like
the rush of sweet heroin as I realized how OLD
I am today. Horrible realities began to dawn on me:
was 10 years old when I was animating the Raisins.
was 6 when I was Animating the Noid. I've been
animating since I was 13....That's 29 years of keyframes.
Today I'm looking at
somebody will come by and pull my fucking feeding tube.
I'm going to leave early today to drink some Vodka,
smoke,and find a whore. Not that different than any other
day.....I usually drink whiskey. Euhh..you like that.....yeah.
Euhh.... .....euhhhh......you like that.
At least I can still control my bowels;...
my dick still works;..
head of hair..good;....
Track marks going away;....
The bitch didn't get parole;....
Off the coke;....
life is good.
Posted by jeremie at April 4, 2005 4:24 PMsounds like someone needs a hug and a couch with someone asking about their mother
Posted by: mark at April 5, 2005 7:59 AMwhores, drugs, dicks, track marks, animation... seriously, that was a great movie....oh wait this isn't the Sin City blog.
buy that guy a puppy and a cupcake. if he kills the dog and snorts the cupcake, you'll know he's a lost cause.
happy birthday dude.
Posted by: missy at April 5, 2005 5:08 PM