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In the worlds before coweringinthecorner, primal chaos reigned. Heaven sought order; but the phoenix can fly only when its feathers are grown. The four worlds formed again and yet again, as endless aeons wheeled and passed. Time and the pure essences of Heaven, the moisture of the Earth, the powers of the Sun and the Moon all worked upon a certain rock, old as creation. And it became magically fertile. That first egg was named "Thought". Tathagata Buddha, the Father Buddha, said, "With our thoughts we make the world". Elemental forces caused the egg to hatch.From it then came a stone coweringinthecorner. the nature of coweringinthecorner was irrepressible!
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In the worlds before coweringinthecorner, primal chaos reigned. Heaven sought order; but the phoenix can fly only when its feathers are grown. The four worlds formed again and yet again, as endless aeons wheeled and passed. Time and the pure essences of Heaven, the moisture of the Earth, the powers of the Sun and the Moon all worked upon a certain rock, old as creation. And it became magically fertile. That first egg was named "Thought". Tathagata Buddha, the Father Buddha, said, "With our thoughts we make the world". Elemental forces caused the egg to hatch.From it then came a stone coweringinthecorner. the nature of coweringinthecorner was irrepressible!
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» Mini Cabs From Hell
Everyone pales in comparison
to my all time "cab from hell" story.
One night, my gf and I were driving to a party, and pulled in to get some petrol. I went in to pay, and there was this fucking massive cabbie grabbing a 1.25L bottle of coke out from the fridge. This guy was about 6 foot 4, and would have weighed about 160kg. He was wearing the largest cab company shirt available, and I swear, his nipple was hanging out the bottom on one side. He had the longest greasiest hair i've ever seen and I could smell him from the other side of the shop. Anyway, he pulls this bottle of coke out of the fridge, and puts it into his mouth and twists the top off, spits it on the floor and proceeds to scull the entire bottle. He turns to walk to the counter, and it's only then that i realise:
He's only got one fucking arm!
So anyway, we're out for dinner a couple of weeks later, and we're heading back to a mates house for more drinks (not that we needed them). Whose cab should we step into? You guessed it. My gf and i get in the back, and as soon as the door closes, the smell hits us; putrid. Too late to get out, we're trapped. Anyway he sets off and once the cab is in motion, he reaches across to the glove box with his ONLY ARM and pulls out a bottle in a brown paper bag; clearly Jim Beam. Apparently coke wasn't gonna cut it that night...He takes a big swig, politely offers me and gf some, and then puts it back. He then turns the radio up as loud as it can go and we end up having to listen to fucking Tupac for the rest of the trip. It's at about this point that he stops steering with his knee and puts his one hand back on the wheel...which is probably a good thing too, because whenever I drive at 160km/hr in an 80km/hr zone, i like to have at least hand on the wheel. Anyway, we've got to where we needed to go without dying somehow, despite him running all but one of the red lights that we had ("bloody red light cameras"), and we get to out destination, and I pay, and he refuses to give me the change, on account of him getting us there faster than any other cab could have...
..I've spoken to other cabbies since, and they all say that if women catch his cab alone, he'll put the hard yards on them, and if they're in the front seat, he'll try and feel them up (with his only arm)...
(Thu 27th May 2004, 10:29, More)
Everyone pales in comparison
to my all time "cab from hell" story.
One night, my gf and I were driving to a party, and pulled in to get some petrol. I went in to pay, and there was this fucking massive cabbie grabbing a 1.25L bottle of coke out from the fridge. This guy was about 6 foot 4, and would have weighed about 160kg. He was wearing the largest cab company shirt available, and I swear, his nipple was hanging out the bottom on one side. He had the longest greasiest hair i've ever seen and I could smell him from the other side of the shop. Anyway, he pulls this bottle of coke out of the fridge, and puts it into his mouth and twists the top off, spits it on the floor and proceeds to scull the entire bottle. He turns to walk to the counter, and it's only then that i realise:
He's only got one fucking arm!
So anyway, we're out for dinner a couple of weeks later, and we're heading back to a mates house for more drinks (not that we needed them). Whose cab should we step into? You guessed it. My gf and i get in the back, and as soon as the door closes, the smell hits us; putrid. Too late to get out, we're trapped. Anyway he sets off and once the cab is in motion, he reaches across to the glove box with his ONLY ARM and pulls out a bottle in a brown paper bag; clearly Jim Beam. Apparently coke wasn't gonna cut it that night...He takes a big swig, politely offers me and gf some, and then puts it back. He then turns the radio up as loud as it can go and we end up having to listen to fucking Tupac for the rest of the trip. It's at about this point that he stops steering with his knee and puts his one hand back on the wheel...which is probably a good thing too, because whenever I drive at 160km/hr in an 80km/hr zone, i like to have at least hand on the wheel. Anyway, we've got to where we needed to go without dying somehow, despite him running all but one of the red lights that we had ("bloody red light cameras"), and we get to out destination, and I pay, and he refuses to give me the change, on account of him getting us there faster than any other cab could have...
..I've spoken to other cabbies since, and they all say that if women catch his cab alone, he'll put the hard yards on them, and if they're in the front seat, he'll try and feel them up (with his only arm)...
(Thu 27th May 2004, 10:29, More)