i had a weird ass dream about midgets last night. He was wearing a suit, carrying a suit case, and then ran away, after leaving the suitcase. It made me very uncomfortable.
And I became an “instructor” when a group of “ninjas” asked me to teach them some grappling, in their basement.
The sad thing is, that is COMPLETELY true…They give me ten bucks for gas money, and I get to beat up a bunch of self-delusional hapkido dropouts for an hour or so.
How did you become an instructor? - No BS Martial Arts
Tharuz, does 3moose know you have his password?
but…its…ymas…
I even checked the forum first!
HAHAHAHA! owned.
moose, why don’t you instruct your ass to a library
True story, from 3rd - 8th grade, i would walk a mile to the local library, get a massive bag of books, walk home, read them all within a few days, and repeat the process.
Until i ran out of books in my favorite section 
[quote=3moose1;2130802]True story, from 3rd - 8th grade, i would walk a mile to the local library, get a massive bag of books, walk home, read them all within a few days, and repeat the process.
Until i ran colored all the pixurz :([/quote]
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what the fuck is this thread about???
[quote=3moose1;2130802]True story, from 3rd - 8th grade, i would walk a mile to the local library, get a massive bag of books, walk home, read them all within a few days, and repeat the process.
Until i ran out of books in my favorite section :([/quote]
Picture books aren’t reading.
I don’t even remember.
that hurts.
So do 99.9% of your posts.
moose discovering that there’s more to life than doin’yer friendz mom and in time buttsechs stops hurting, eventually.
A Very Special ABC After-School Special.
i still don’t understand this thread. moose, you’re a fucking weirdo.
I know.
Don’t worry, moose. We all have weird dreams. For example, a few days ago I had the weirdest dream about how I had swallowed an alarm clock and it kept going off. Turns out that while I was sleeping, my cell received a text message (the sound my phone makes when it receives a text message is alarm-clock esque.) I figure that’s what caused the dream about eating an alarm clock.
What’s even weirder is that the text was from my friend who wanted to tell me about a bad trip he had on salvia.
Long story short: Don’t do drugs, or try to sleep while your friend is doing drugs.
Moose, did you make another mod move your posts?
Tom’s gonna think you’re cheating on him.
I only smoke a little crack, sometimes.
and the rest of the time you smoke a lot, right?