The A.D.D.thread.

[JaneDead]

well, duh

[hunhee]

Boobies?

I like blue eyes.. :

[chEmo]

I skinned my knee

[Msterbeau]

well, duh

And your special need is... Higher post count.

[hunhee]

Water is so goooooooooooooooooood!!!!

[Oh_My_Goth]

i don't think this thread is full of people with a.d.d. i think it is more like "special needs"

I have special needs.....

[chEmo]

my doctor says I am special..oh look needles!

[JaneDead]

And your special need is... Higher post count.

i don't have a need for that, i just do have one.

the other day, troy went and added my post count from ez board to the one i already had here and now i magically have like um thousands more.

but at least this was over 6 years (not 7 like i originally thought).

some people will have what i have in a matter of MONTHS.

[Msterbeau]

i don't have a need for that, i just do have one.

the other day, troy went and added my post count from ez board to the one i already had here and now i magically have like um thousands more.

but at least this was over 6 years (not 7 like i originally thought).

some people will have what i have in a matter of MONTHS.

I wondered how you got so many so quickly.

[know_buddy_kares]

YAAAAAAYYY!!!! I HAVE POSTS!!! I HAVE POSTS!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!

[JaneDead]

no you don't

[Msterbeau]

Did you know that donuts originate from a bakery?

[JaneDead]

Did you know that donuts originate from a bakery?

maybe.

did you know that around the house i roll up one pant leg like l.l. cool j, but i don't do it because he does? true story.

[Msterbeau]

Did you know that my mamma knocked Phee out? Also, Did you know that Carla and I used to watch How I Met Your Mother all the time? True story.

Now I'm sad. :-(

[JaneDead]

Did you know that my mamma knocked Phee out? Also, Did you know that Carla and I used to watch How I Met Your Mother all the time? True story.

Now I'm sad. :-(

if that is true then why were you confused about "TV" in the favorite tv shows of all time thread?

liar!

[know_buddy_kares]

hah, she suesed him!

[Msterbeau]

if that is true then why were you confused about "TV" in the favorite tv shows of all time thread?

liar!

I only watched it then. True story.

[Michiko_Dreads]

Penny Royal Tea makes you bleed out of every orphase in your body. Just thought everyone should know abortions are now 7.99 at your local grocery store, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[JaneDead]

Penny Royal Tea makes you bleed out of every orphase in your body. Just thought everyone should know abortions are now 7.99 at your local grocery store, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

thank you for keeping with the tea house theme.

see, marc... tea house.

[hunhee]

Penny Royal Tea makes you bleed out of every orphase in your body. Just thought everyone should know abortions are now 7.99 at your local grocery store, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Distills the life that's inside of meeeeee..........

*starts chasing fire flies* o0o0 very shinies...

[know_buddy_kares]

every time i see this thread.. I keep thinking Advanced Dungeons & Dragons....

[JaneDead]

every time i see this thread.. I keep thinking Advanced Dungeons & Dragons....

dork

[know_buddy_kares]

dork

Isn't that an old slang word for penis? So by definition.. you're calling me a Dick...

wich by slang definition.. is also an Asshole...

you're calling me an asshole!

Thanks for the compliment! ^_^

[JaneDead]

you're welcome

[the eternal]

JaneDead is here!

Since she likes my long posts, I've got quite a treat for her.

But really I'm just adding this because I know I'm supposed to bounce off the previous post, and I actually started typing this back when Hunhee was talking about chasing butterflies,

which works out well since research has determined that my posts are migraine inducing in all non-Hunhee/JaneDead/Bean Water-based life forms...

Chasing is fun.

I like running around

I do it at work sometimes and get made fun of.

Which is nothing new.

I used to get made fun of as a kid all the time for being too wimpy and dorky looking

or too skinny.

I kinda wish I was skinny now.

Fattest I've been in four years.

Not that you'd notice.

I wear looser shirts, but a gay guy I know noticed because I'm now technically "gay fat",

which is,

as far as I can tell,

any bigger than a thimble.

And I can't believe I'm "gay fat" going into my wedding.

And I was thinking of starving myself,

but then I wouldn't fit into my tux, and I'd have to get a new one or get resized and thats a pain.

I hate clothes in general.

I wish we were naked all the time.

At least when it was warm enough.

Or make we could build a bio-dome over the state of MI.

Except the UP, fuck the yoopers,

and besides, we need a beautiful place to go to with open air anyway.

And you know:

I could just get my fatass on a bike, and cycle, but I've been too lazy,

and hopefully the pounds would come off the right place, because I say fatass,

but quite honestly,

it's the only place on my body I don't actually hate, so I wouldn't want to lose anything there.

Besides, I lose things all the time.

Thank g-d I'm with Bean.

Did you know she drove all the way from RO, because my keys were locked inside work?

I thought about a hotel, but she was so nice, that she drove out.

I like driving.

It sucks that gas prices are so high, because sometimes you just want to get in your car, lay back and cruise,

and you're in your own world.

I'd like to have my own world or at least my own island so I could run around all day long with Bean

and Wilson my volleyball, and scream "I have made Fire!"

That was from a movie, wasn't it?

I love movies.

Good movies.

Just know that my taste in movies are superior to yours and we'll be fine.

Except when it's 7:30P on a Saturday night,

and I'm all stressed,

and my ex has just called to threaten something new and crazy,

and I just want release all this tension,

and I need a super-popcorny film, and all I have are French new wave films about boys, balloons,

and that cinemateque that changed their life forever before it burned down.

That, or I could choose from 23 different critically acclaimed Academy Award-winning, Holocaust documentaries,

so instead I turn to Bean and say "Do you want to watch Wedding Singer for the 40th time"

Because even though it's a popcorn film, it's from one of my Heeb homeboys,

and it's a complete 80's time capsule.

And I love the 80s!

I even love that stupid show on VH1.

Remember that show?

It was the shit!

If you told me I needed to watch a show for 10 hours straight, it would have to be

I love the 80's:80-89.

I taped 'em awhile back but now my VCR doesn't play them, but I hope that Bean's will.

Talking about Bean's will, I can't believe all the things I'm going to have to change once we get married.

Driver's license, insurance, everything but social security card.

I sure hope I'm with Bean until we're old enough to collect social security.

I want to be one of those cute old couples,

sitting on a park bench in Belle Isle, holding hands as the sun sets over Windsor.

And they don't even say a word.

They don't need to, because it's all been said,

and even though they know they're going to die soon, it's okay because it'll be with each other.

Isn't that beautiful?

But we need to be that couple,

NOT the old, hunched over couple, where the guy's bald head is covered in liver spots, and he's complaining that the waitress didn't give him an extra bread basket for his $4.99 early bird special at Sea Breeze, and then he starts to fall asleep over his lemon chicken rice soup, and so his wife of 47 years, be-speckled in the latest sequin atrocity apparently selected from drag night at the Woodward Cocktail bar, yells "Harold, Harold wake up! We need to get out of here and return that overpriced $9.99 nose hair trimmer from Dollar General and get you in to get your polyps removed.

What was I talking about a second ago?

Fire, right?

Well it's funny I said that,

because that's exactly what's going to happen to me if I don't get back to work in a sec.

Not that I want to be here.

And I better find something else soon, because I'm moving in less than a month

and I certainly don't want to commute over 150 miles a day,

but before I quit, I have to find something else first,

and I'm doing myself no favors typing away on here.

Think about all the other worthwhile things I could be doing on the net:

Careerbuilder

Idealist

Monster

Updating my resume

Looking at Hawaiian attractions

Checking on the festivals this weekend

Emailing my honey

Busty transgendered interracial lesbian midget porn

and yet I'm still typing.

You know how that gets when you know you shouldn't do something but you can't stop.

Like when there's a booger in your nose,

and it's like a rock,

and you don't want to get it out with your finger so you try to work it down from outside your nose but you end up pushing it up farther,

and so you take a tissue, as if that's much better,

and you still can't get it,

so you're like "Fuck it, I'm going in,"

and just then you remember your door is open and your boss comes in, and I better get off here before my boss comes in.

So I guess this is Bye, Shalom, Au Revoir, Hasta Luego...

I like pineapples.