I'm Actually Holden Caulfield, Guys

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phillyfan26

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It's true, gang.

Beav is the first person to figure it out after a year and a half.

I lied in the other thread and said I was LMP. But that was to throw you guys off the scent.

Unfortunately, the secret's out now.
 
You're the one who's been passing yourself off as a teenager from Philly all this time, and you call me a phony?? :angry:

How do I know you're not actually Chase Utley?


Huh?

HOW???

HOW DOES ANYBODY KNOW??!?
 
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw. I could be going to the bookstore, and I could tell you I was going to the opera.
 
Holden, drive her to Central America, please. Drop her off and let her go shopping for shoes or whatever. Turn the car around and go back to Philly while she looks for zapatos. Please?
 
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Holden, drive her to Central America, please. Drop her off and let her go shopping for shoes or whatever. Turn the car around and go back to Philly while she looks for zapatos. Please?
 
Now i totally understand why you spend all the time in the bar, when you're way to young to be in there, and you pull that stupid thing with the bullet in your guts. You're always the only one in the bar with a bullet in your guts. Always putting your hand under your jacket to draw attention to the bullet in your guts. Acting stupid drunk. Just another goddamn phony.
 
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Now i totally understand why you spend all the time in the bar, when you're way to young to be in there, and you pull that stupid thing with the bullet in your guts. You're always the only one in the bar with a bullet in your guts. Always putting your hand under your jacket to draw attention to the bullet in your guts. Acting stupid drunk. Just another goddamn phony.

I only do that after I get beat up by escort service leaders.

Although that was funny. That killed me. It really did.
 
Yeah, so was Allie. He was my brother, the one who died, the one I told you about. He was something else. He really was. He had a baseball glove too.
 
I'll be some girl could really knock you out.

I make sex rules for myself sometimes. I'm crazy like that. And then, I break them right away. Same night, sometimes.

I'm the biggest sex maniac, but only in my mind. Boy, I really am.
 
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