So I'm thinking about going to a metal festival in Baltimore next year in May and if I'm going there I might as well make a longer holiday out of it.
Anyone here familiar with the city and know any must-see sights?

So after much nagging from friends I finally decided to give in and get a facebook page. Pretty standard at first, give your name, e-mailaddress, birthdate and after verifying your e-mail you're off.
Until about 5 minutes in, I'm still setting up my shit and I suddenly get a pop-up that I need to log in again. Ok, but now they're asking for my phone number. Hmm, not too happy with that but then again my phone number is visible on my linkedin page too.
But then of course, I never receive the text message with the verification code. I try a couple of times, but nothing. So next step, I fill in their online helpdesk form telling me about this problem. I receive an email reply in minutes telling me they can only help me if I send them a copy of my passport.

WTF bitches, what's the next step? Do I need to send you DNA samples just to register on your stupid social network?
So I just sent them a reply asking them to permanently remove my account instead.
This shit is way more trouble then it's worth to me

Or at least the best one I stumbled on this week.

The 100 greatest movie threats of all time:
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Since you're in London, can you do me a favour?

If you see one of those unwashed hippies today celebrating Thatcher's death, can you kick them hard in the nuts for me? 

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Ok the following thing happened to me today, which I'd like your opinion on.
I'd finally got my girl to come with me to a death metal concert and even got her to allow me to take along my mates and drink all the beers I wanted,
So on the way home on the public transport I was all high on endorphins and adraneline and whatever good old chemicals your body makes up when you feel good (+ some alcohol).

So when some wannabe gangsta on the metro pulled a gun on me and demanded all my money, I responded by headbutting him, throwing his gun away through the cart and pushing him out when the doors opened. Rest of the passengers loved me, but not my girl. She's as pissed off as I've ever seen her. Tonight I'm banished to the couch in the home I pay the mortgage on.

WTF? Now I'm not gonna pretend that I did any thinking how I should act, it all happened quickly and on instinct. But was I really in the wrong? Seems to me if I just forked over the money she'd probably be angry with me for being a pussy. Did I really fuck up or was I the victim of a catch 22?

So now I'm back after an 8 year hiatus or so, I'm kinda curious how everyone is these days?

Me, I'm kind of good. Managed to get my MBA and got a job as an IT consultant, which is too boring to talk about but pays shitloads of cash and gets me to see a lot of different companies from the inside. Even spent some in the States on a project a few years ago, though it was just in Missouri.
On top of that I managed to net myself a female of the species strong enough to finally get a hold of me and tune down my kind of chaotic and alcoholdriven lifestyle. Which makes me about 50% more reliable and about 500% less interesting.
But then again, there's a lot of competition for the official town drunk in my city, so I'd never would have made it to the big leagues anyway. So it's probably all for the best.

So how've you all been doing this past decade?

Argh, why do I wait to do everything at the very last moment! I did this internship, like way before the summer and I suddenly decided to dissapear from the face of the Earth for a few months again, but now there's still the internship report I have to turn in. At least if I'm ever gonna finish my damn study. Now I've been telling my research coach, the woman against whom I have to defend my final research paper and who'll also grade this report, that it's been finished for weeks now. But that it's on the computer back in my mom's house, so I'll have to go there and get it first. Truth is of course, I hadn't even started on it. So anyway now the deal is that I e-mail her the file before she gets in the university Monday morning.

So here we are 3:30 am on Sunday, I only perhaps have one-third of the thing done, and I got about 5 hours left tops. Thing is, I'm still strangely confident that I'll get it done (though that may just be drugs talking) even though I can't seem to stay focused on it for longer then two minutes (but again that may just be the drugs).

Long story short; you mooks are gonna have ta entertain me, cause I'll be here all night long