i dont think i agree with the above fuck you post its a broad generalization on whats going on you dont know whos been working on what and for how long just by them posting it up here

I'm generalizing because I don't want to attack anyone on a personal level, I could make a list, off the top of my head, of 10 different people that want to do this for a living, but won't put any work into getting there.

BTW, I liked your mummy boy, it was very clean and using a sneaker colorway seems like a somewhat original idea. The problem is, If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have said anything, and when that happens art becomes stagnant, and we stop growing as artists. I look at one of the first sculpts I worked on, and it was super shitty, I think it's getting better, but mainly because I took advice that others gave me. This may be harsh, but I'm including myself in the mesh, so...

ok well when you add to it a little more i get an idea of what you are saying... i in no way consider myself a customizer or real painter or a sculptor... i like to draw punks and monsters but i am very uncomfortable with the idea of art or being an artist i just wanna make stuff and have fun and share it with people so i guess i tend to think everyone else is coming at it from the same boat

I guess I'm just the opposite.
My collection is full of first time crappy toy releases and I love them all.
I also agree there have been a few new "toys" thrown up on here lately that even I wouldn't go near.

A huge fuck you to my idiot boss.
You are the most loathsome man i have ever met.
And no, i do not enjoy the constant stories of how incredible you think your son is.
And i also hate your bragging about owning three properties, when me and my girlfriend are struggling to get a mortgage.

F you to the "supervisor" at the post office, had a stand in mailman (which always F's me) who came to deliver mail at 9:45 am when nothing in my plaza opens til at least 10 am, call him in the afternoon to try and get them to do their job and am told "ooooh it must be on a differant truck" no it kinda isn't because I know how the mail works better than you, the guy on my route was just a lazy POS kinda like you Mr supervisor, call him back later in the day when I could put it in his face that I'm right and get nothing but a mopey dick headed unapologetic go F yourself for expecting me to do my job attittude maybe it will be there in the morning answer, so what was in said box? the very last smogun I need to be complete, with out a doubt THE most anticipated toy purchase EVER and you wanna F with me?needless to say I'm going down there in the morning to make this man cry and I know every staff member there will love me for it because this dink always has that sluggish mopey do I hafta little kid attitude whenever he has to come out of the back (from sleeping or eating doughnuts maybe?) to handle a customer, I kinda wanna step in shit on the way there in case he drums up enough attitude for me to kick him in the nuts

^^ "Good. Use your aggressive feelings, boy. Let the hate flow through you."

fuck you punctuation you're overreated

once you're done, want to come down to chicago and yell at my post office too? then maybe they can tell me why the package
i tried to send to france in december hasn't gone past "acceptance" in the mail system...

forcebolts will fly

fuck you punctuation you're overreated

what do you mean there were question marks in there I'll be in town for the Josh H x Le Merde show just point me in the right direction

Fuck you to my broadband internet provider. I lost service today in turn I lost my spot in the SDCC virtual waiting room. FUCK!!! I was number 6,000 something so I would have been able to get tickets.

Fuck you, polyurethane.

Fuck you ultra thick beard I need to shave pretty fuckin' often. Bonus 'fuck you' never being able to find liquid styptic in drugstores for the cuts I give myself when trimming those high cheekbone areas. I'm too lazy to shave every damn day!

Unemployment is the time to embrace the beard, Chris! Growing a beard creates that most excellent false sense of accomplishment by having achieved a goal while not actually doing anything You really only have to worry if you suddenly discover you have a ponytail.

Fuck you, ponytails.

No beard embracement for me. Me growing a beard at this point would be like saying "Yeah I give up completely" Besides beard/bald head not really a good look. The Walter White look is good but I hate goatees.

My new fuck you today would be to the gigantic swarm of crows that decided they needed to roost in some trees right next to my apartment at 3:30am thus denying me much sleep. If I lived in the suburbs and had my own home I would have seriously went out there and taken a chainsaw to the tree.

My anti fuck you is every time I see a thread here that I posted a photo to- that is now missing because of my old stupid photobucket account, I'm reconnecting with the exact photo in my flickr. Nothing irks me more than seeing that "this image has been move or deleted", especially my own:

viewtopic.php?f=3&t=34378&p=526502#p526502

reinserted Yuji m1go pics.

Fuck you to the douchebag or douchebags who stole my bike rack during the night.

Not that I'd feel any differently had it been stolen during the day. Just being specific. Nonetheless, FUCK YOU

Carry on...

Bike rack off your car? That's pretty random douchery

fuck that man i would seriously search that shit out and set whoevers house i found it in front of on fire

Yeah, I was pretty surprised. You know the economy is truly in the toilet when people start stealing bike racks... Next are potted plants in the front yard.

Hey, at least my bike wasn't attached, right?!

see in my head i envisioned walking out tomorrow to someone stealing my garden hose and then looking at me as i catch them doing it and saying "... its a growth industry" and i just let them leave confused

I'm confused

I came out once to find some knucklehead trying to steal some parcels that were on the porch for ye olde mailman. Guy pulled up into my driveway, hopped out and grabbed all of the boxes. I came out, confronted him and he was bouncing all over the place with a cock n' bull story. I had him running in circles and finally he got out of the car and put all the parcels back. As he was walking back to his car, I gave him one of those back of the head slaps and told him to never come around here again or I'd slit his throat and bury him in my backyard.

It was more one of those "are you fucking kidding me" moments rather than anger on my part.

And, I have had people steal my plants on the porch.

haha, awesome story. And I have definitely gotten my plants robbed off of my porch too. Like 5 hanging pots. I've been burglarized so many times its fuckin ridiculous. Even my dog got stolen the one time when my house got robbed. They returned him a few months later though.

"Even my dog got stolen the one time when my house got robbed. They returned him a few months later though."

wow, they return yr doggie?

this is just getting ridiculous i mean i live in a neighborhood where everyone car gets broken into and the homeless walk up and ring the doorbell to ask for change but no body has ever stolen clothes of my porch... funny enough i actually have to chairs sitting out front that were put out there hoping someone would take them... and nothing...
so... Fuck You people who walked by my house and didnt steal those chairs they are hideous and dont fit my home decor

One day I invited a kid I had met when I was doing factory work through a temp service, to come over and play some, Red Dead Revolution. I was waiting like an hour for him to show up, I looked outside, and I saw his van, parked outside my house, I figured he'd just got there, but after 15 minutes, I called him and he said he was getting close and would be there soon. I walked downstairs, the the prick was on my front porch, rooting through my neighbors tools, (he had a stanley bostich air nailer in one hand, a 200 dollar voltmeter in his pocket, and a bunch off small odds and ends tucked in his cargo pockets) I flipped out on him, I made him empty his pockets, and pushed him off my porch. I told him to stay the hell away from me at work, he never showed up there again. What compels people to do that kind of shit.

Also that house had 5 fullsize apartments in it, and nothing that I ordered through the mail, or had sent to there, ever showed up. The 3rd time, that my packages didn't arrive, was the last time I had them sent to that address.

Funny ass story 666

FUCK THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR, I cant even come close to collecting alot of the toys I love because every other deal I'm making with someone some prick comes in the back door offering more. I FART A LOT and moan, I FART A LOT and moan wah wah wah.