Mmmm....MMMMMmmm...
I am now lvl 7 BLM in the small amount of time I have been playing. Though-I am playing Celtise since Roman hasn't sent Illith's stuff over to me yet...so I can recreate her when he deletes her. ARGH. Anyway-here is something funny that Daniel sent me in an e-mail that I thought I would share with all of you.
OH and I have a double shift tommorow. I'm going to cry. Now, I go...
And remember-I have FFXI. I will be missing. YOu will have to rip me away with some horrible force. Or something. I don't know. I don't care. I just need to get to lvl 10 with Celtise so I can start lvling Illith to lvl 10 as well when I recreate her on my game.
Tasty-wasty...
NOW for random crap fun-
>Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately
>take the words back...or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are
>
>the testimonials of a few people who did....
>
>
>
>**** I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three
>
>kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"
>
>I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My
>
>husband didn't say a word... he knew better.
>
>
>
>
>**** I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of
>
>golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After
>
>browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking
>
>gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.
>
>Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."
>
>
>
>**** My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store
>
>that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display
>
>case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I
>
>replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." My sister started to laugh
>
>hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this
>
>day, my sister has never let me forget.
>
>
>
>
>**** While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler
>
>decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able
>
>to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from
>
>other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she
>
>would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in
>
>a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will
>
>tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!". The
>
>silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers
>
>stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity
>
>and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard
>
>when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.
>
>
>
>
>**** Have you ever asked your child a question too many
>
>times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training
>
>and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick
>
>lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room.
>
>While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I
>
>checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized
>
>that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he
>
>needed to go, and he said "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has
>
>had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said,
>
>"Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I
>
>just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.
>
>Soooooo!, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an
>
>accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and
>
>spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30
>
>people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing! He calmly pulled up
>
>his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking
>
>me for the best laugh they'd ever had!
>
>
>
>
>**** This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and
>
>a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely
>
>think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but
>
>don't get any....a true story... We had a female news anchor who, the
>
>day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the
>
>weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"
>
>Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!
Indeed. Good day to you all....
OH and I have a double shift tommorow. I'm going to cry. Now, I go...
And remember-I have FFXI. I will be missing. YOu will have to rip me away with some horrible force. Or something. I don't know. I don't care. I just need to get to lvl 10 with Celtise so I can start lvling Illith to lvl 10 as well when I recreate her on my game.
Tasty-wasty...
NOW for random crap fun-
>Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately
>take the words back...or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are
>
>the testimonials of a few people who did....
>
>
>
>**** I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three
>
>kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"
>
>I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My
>
>husband didn't say a word... he knew better.
>
>
>
>
>**** I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of
>
>golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After
>
>browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking
>
>gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.
>
>Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."
>
>
>
>**** My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store
>
>that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display
>
>case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I
>
>replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." My sister started to laugh
>
>hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this
>
>day, my sister has never let me forget.
>
>
>
>
>**** While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler
>
>decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able
>
>to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from
>
>other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she
>
>would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in
>
>a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will
>
>tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!". The
>
>silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers
>
>stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity
>
>and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard
>
>when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.
>
>
>
>
>**** Have you ever asked your child a question too many
>
>times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training
>
>and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick
>
>lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room.
>
>While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I
>
>checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized
>
>that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he
>
>needed to go, and he said "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has
>
>had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said,
>
>"Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I
>
>just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.
>
>Soooooo!, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an
>
>accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and
>
>spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30
>
>people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing! He calmly pulled up
>
>his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking
>
>me for the best laugh they'd ever had!
>
>
>
>
>**** This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and
>
>a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely
>
>think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but
>
>don't get any....a true story... We had a female news anchor who, the
>
>day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the
>
>weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"
>
>Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!
Indeed. Good day to you all....