StoryJunkie

My newfound ambition is to somehow incorperate a philips head screwdriver into one of my stories.

You're going to put that baseball bat up my WHAT? Do you WANT to live to see your next birthday? It's two goldfish!

I drank so hard in a bar, I ended up under the table! No, wait, I meant, I "laughed" so hard in a bar, I ended up under the table. Ah, the same damn thing. I've never oogled someone, or whistled at someone attractive

I'll feed them shish-ka-bob! If only they knew__________

I'm steamin, but I ain't him Mel?

^ < v

(How many times have you used that word as a reply to other words? You're FIXATED!) Breasts

Good God, I could almost smell the grease! Hot monkey love on the oil-stained cement floor...Harry and Ron walking in on all the moanin and groanin, exchanging glances....nah, that wouldn't work. It'd have to be a weird cross-over with Legolas.

It's still there, hon, and she's replied. I think you rooked her bishop or something with your awesome werds. Have you by any chance ever worked in an embassy? I tend to take things people say at face value, with the understanding that amoung the lies, a great deal of the truth is meshed. One of the convincing arguements she makes is a challenge to fuck anyone on this site who reads her words and mentions them to her. Someone with the chutzpah to say that, must obviously be the spawn of Satan HAHAHA. Sorry, not the "spawn of Satan"! I meant to say, somewhat genuine. Some elements of her arguement appear genuine. Anyone who takes psychology or sociology knows some of the stories are true, such as the way some cultures sooth their kids. I would shudder to repeat the study done in Java when the tribes were quite primitive and unsullied, (ate each other, head hunters, etc) and had strange rites of passage for young boys. Another compelling aspect to the behavior she reports is that people who have been "awakened" sexually too soon, tend to "act out" sexually. They cannot tell the difference between love and affection, as her character also seems to. The only deterent I see to this being fictional is that she posted it under "erotica" and thank God for your sensible words about the lady with the cats who goes to church, because I suddenly had this vision of a naked lady's lap being clawed by many cats while they purred.

Well, she is articulate, I'll give her that. Although she erred when she said the Europeans brought STDs to Polynesia. Europe had no STDs either until they discovered the Americas. So the Europeans themselves actually brought an American disease over to Polynesia. Let her be. She is like some kind of nymph or something. Something rare, that would like us to remember our primitive roots, something wild that wishes to remain unfettered. She reminds me of that old cowboy song: "Don't fence me in". What she does and promotes is her business. Although contrary to conventional wisdom, she is entitled to it. That she only caught an STD once is absolutely amazing. Of course, she's not perfect, but I actually am not shocked in the way she presents her arguement. So long as she accepts mine for no sex at all....

I'm getting this really weird picture of Poly and Pixie with their fingers in an electrical socket, their hair on end, smoke coming out of their ears, and a silly, yet shocked look on their faces....

I am remembering the "dance at the gas station" scene in "Zoolander" and I am thinking: "No....unless you like dances that end in flaming balls of fire..."

Don't worry, my pretty! Sometimes "the hand" feels good.... (Okay, did I take that a bit too far?)

She's basking in her reviews at the moment. If you hurry, you can go add your 2 cents. nevertheless, I'll call upon her too. Maybe her ears will suddenly start burning. Mel..o..dy..!

^ meant "orageno" < likes neat cylindrical packages of any sort V thinks < will probably get struck down by God one day soon

CAPCOM! I ninja'd you at 2517! I am easily confused, so let me just carefully take a look....2523 2524...next person gets the Cleopatra one!

And that goes for all of you....

Well, young whippersnapper, I remember the flame war of '69 like it happened yesterday. Though I was nine at the time, and the internet was an unborn concept overshadowed by the men on the moon, I can tell you, it was some flame war. In fact, I would dare say it was the flame war to end all flame wars. I thought for sure Poly would rip out Mel's eyes, inspite of the fact she wasn't even born yet. It was her massive intellect, I tell you. It reached out over time and space. I think it all started with the words: "Your the original rich bitch, aren't you Mel?" and from there on, degenerated into flying sand and flame. I, of course, stood back and watched. Then, when they had exhausted all volatile similies, I spanked em both. We've had peaceful "discussions" ever since. If it ever gets to that point again, all I have to do is show them "the hand". Then they behave. You betcha they behave.

I am fricking healthy as a horse. *pouts* I am not allergic to anything. I am considering telling people that I'm allergic to something, however, I'm not sure exactly what yet.

Guilty. Covered up by saying: "And I dont' EVER want to hear you say that to anyone at school!" (God, I'm so bad) G/NG: hears voices.

Depends how drunk the interviewer is. Why does my ass hurt?

Good point, fellow fanfic writer! It reminds me of some anthropology class for some reason. We are all primates, and what do monkeys do? "Imitation is the best form of flattery"

OMFG! Pixie has become JADED! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!

What some "real" authors write about, how some movie plots unfolds excites the imagination. It affects some people, and after a while, such thoughts need an outlet. If someone else doesn't understand this, their brain just doesn't work in quite the same way as, well, as ours does. Other people can focus on the other things in life, or go about blindly unaffected by what their eyes and ears see and hear, while a person who contemplates and meditates on those things that affect them are more prone to "waste time" making up stories.

I think you guys are having Way too much fun.