Today is just one of those days where stupid people can be made to feel smart.
Go with it, and revel in your stupidity! Make bad puns, tell lame jokes, enjoy it whilst it lasts; for eves stupidity must end... even if it's only in death. And above all, be thankful that yours is only a temporary infliction. What must it be like for those who's every day lives is naught but ignorance and idiocy?
*gigglesnort*
Now that that's done... I hope you get your leg back under your own control sooner rather than late. It's never fun when your body decides it's going to cop out on you, despite exhortations, pleas, and general begging of it not to.
It's only gotten better. I managed to leave my purse at the restaurant, de-hair my favorite brush, and lose my shoes. And I've still got eight or ten hours left on the day!
While I LOVE the idea of a drive-by ejaculation *snickers*, this only goes to prove I think you and I live the same life at times. At least, when things go "Bung!!!!". This is how ALL my physical things at home tend to go.
I have to ask...are these LE decants different from the Lupercalia/Budding Moon/13 set we're getting soon? If so...gimme, gimme, gimme!!! (laughs) Have anything you want to trade? I don't have very many things I haven't shared with you yet, but there may be a few.
Did you ever get Jacob's Ladder? My mind is blanking right now...
Someday, I'll give you the blow-by-blow of me teaching myself sumi-e and the compleat idiocy of me, inks, Oriental brushes that act nothing like our Western variety, and how I can manage to cover myself compleatly in any art pigment I am using.
I'm reminded of 1987 when I, as a sophomore in high school, was rebuilding the carbouretor (because we were so po' we couldn't afford a mechanic) of my first vehicle. This entails using a can of carb cleaner that looks much like WD-40 up to and including the wee straw nozzle. The carb cleaner smells like death.
I'm being as detailed as possible, shooting this stinky crap into every tiny crevice when, of course, I managed to shoot myself directly in the eye when an arc of fluid hit a curved well in the carbouretor and ricocheted back at me.
It hit my eye, ran down my face, over my lips, down my chin, and soaked my hair. I spent an entire day half-blind and smelling like bitter, sour ass.
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Today is just one of those days where stupid people can be made to feel smart.
Go with it, and revel in your stupidity! Make bad puns, tell lame jokes, enjoy it whilst it lasts; for eves stupidity must end... even if it's only in death. And above all, be thankful that yours is only a temporary infliction. What must it be like for those who's every day lives is naught but ignorance and idiocy?
*gigglesnort*
Now that that's done... I hope you get your leg back under your own control sooner rather than late. It's never fun when your body decides it's going to cop out on you, despite exhortations, pleas, and general begging of it not to.
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Thanks!
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I have to ask...are these LE decants different from the Lupercalia/Budding Moon/13 set we're getting soon? If so...gimme, gimme, gimme!!! (laughs) Have anything you want to trade? I don't have very many things I haven't shared with you yet, but there may be a few.
Did you ever get Jacob's Ladder? My mind is blanking right now...
Nechtan ;)
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Nechtan :)
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I'm reminded of 1987 when I, as a sophomore in high school, was rebuilding the carbouretor (because we were so po' we couldn't afford a mechanic) of my first vehicle. This entails using a can of carb cleaner that looks much like WD-40 up to and including the wee straw nozzle. The carb cleaner smells like death.
I'm being as detailed as possible, shooting this stinky crap into every tiny crevice when, of course, I managed to shoot myself directly in the eye when an arc of fluid hit a curved well in the carbouretor and ricocheted back at me.
It hit my eye, ran down my face, over my lips, down my chin, and soaked my hair. I spent an entire day half-blind and smelling like bitter, sour ass.
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Augh!
Man, that has got to be really freakin' unpleasant.
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