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How can I resist the calls of both of you? My ears are still ringing... StoryJunkie?

Not guilty, as far as I can remember. People usually avoid trying such things on me for fear that I might actually kill them. Wait...maybe my brother got me with something a long time ago. He used to get me to touch the electric fence every now and again with the clever story that he had "turned it off". Has done something silly/stupid/clumsy when no one was around to witness it, and then told on yourself shortly after.

I am glad my friends and family are all birthday-ed out until October. I am sweaty. Damned humidity.

I am no longer allowed to tell the story of the people I was in line behind at Wal-Mart one time. All they had on the conveyer was a large sack of rainbow-flavored cotton candy, 3 live goldfish, and a pregnancy test. Okay...that was the very last time.

I've already done that. *ahem* It wouldn't work as a cartoon, not for me. Not after the rich detail of the films. I could get into a "special extended edition", like the LotR films. I bought all of those. *hint hint Warner Brothers* More money for you and yours!

Speaking of, there'll likely be a group for homosexual hams soon. "Do you like to pork pork? Well, come on down to Christ's Corral of Holy Rectitude and we'll suss the fuss right out of ya! With our tried and true methods of misinformation, proselytizing and righteousness, we'll make your porking days a piggily-wiggily memory. If you want to keep your soul from getting fried up in perdition and rotating on the eternal spit of damnation, give us a jingle. We’ll be glad to condemn you to hell if ya don’t!" *ahem* Where the hell did that come from? I'm left handed too. My mom's a righty, my dad's a lefty. In fact, my dad flunked out of 3rd grade (in 1957) because his teacher gave him a zero on his homework, schoolwork, anything if he completed it with his left hand. So, he muddled through another year writing with his right until he moved on, then he switched back to the left hand again. It frustrated him, but his parents, both right handed, told him to do as the teacher said. For this very reason, he made a point, with my brother and I, to put our toys, bottle, etc into our right hand so we wouldn't have to put up with the same frustration. Those 2 years, affected him that much. Do you know what we kids did? We put everything back in our left hand just as God intended. We are both left handed. That's what my dad's teacher thought she was doing. She thought she was doing something good for him because his life would be more difficult being a lefty. She thought that being left handed meant that there was something WRONG with him. Look at the difference 50 years made. I hope she lived long enough to know how uninformed she was.

I thought about pretending I wasn't here, but then I thought, what the hell... Nanaea?

^ Is touchy about his drinking. < Doesn't drink either, except for the occasional spot of cognac. < Cannot stand the taste of beer. V Has been drunk enough that they swore they would NEVER drink again if they could just SURVIVE through the night and subsequent hangover.

I would watch it, buy it, build an altar to it, and worship it.

One of my few thoughts on this matter is that there has to be something WRONG before it can be cured. I don't like to eat liver. Just because I think no one should eat it doesn't mean that I'm going to start up a subversive group and try and "cure" people of their liver cravings. That just isn't possible. When will people realize that other people--i.e. not them--will have different thoughts, views, religions, preferences, and even sexual orientations? There's nothing WRONG with being gay, straight, bi, or quadruple for that matter. There's nothing to CURE. This sort of rubbish just perpetuates hatred and misunderstanding. They aren't helping anyone. They are hurting people, and generations to come. I am all for people having the right to think, feel, do, want, believe whatever they want, but don't label it treatment when it's merely an indoctrination society owned and operated by the narrow-minded. Thus ends my rant for the day.

2490 - Closing in on a nice number in ten.

Nope, only Trix junkies here. Melody?

There are limits to every heavily romanticized bodily fluid.

I am no longer allowed to giggle at the results of Corvis' Confundus Charms.

Could you possibly leave an in-depth, thorough review that details the parts of the story you liked and the area you believe could use some work? Jury duty.

dumbfounded

^ Doesn't know my husband makes a mean fried chicken. < *waves to Corvis, my fellow compulsive hand washer* < Isn't afraid to touch anything, just afraid of what is on me after I touch it. V Has sorted their M&Ms and eaten one color at a time.

Neither have I. Except that one time with the whip and a length of barbed wire... I have never built a house.

For the same reason you always end up naked when you aren't drunk. Baked or fried?

Not lame at all! Cobalt

I am, like, totally.

So true. In Illinois, the humidity is the worst part of summer. It's thick, and nasty, and it makes everything feel damp. I HATE it when it's that muggy in the house. We have a window unit in the bedroom since my husband and I would rather sleep in the yard than in a hot house. We also have a nifty basement to retreat to if the rest of the house is miserable. And there's always the bedroom with the a/c. *grin* Yeah, the bedroom. I wonder what we can do in there to pass the time...

What?! Now we can't share the prize. StoryJunkie worked last time...

I am thinking that forty minutes beats forty bug bites. I am married to a man who is sensative to bug bites. What might appear as a tiny red dot on my skin looks like a marble has been surgically implanted under his skin. Therefore... I am very careful about the screens on our windows.

Not guilty. I was in the vehicle when my friend hit a raccoon and when my dad hit a horse, oddly enough while towing a loaded horse trailer. The raccoon didn't make it. The horse got up, gave us a dirty look, and promptly headed for home unscathed. Tough critters, them horses. Has hung up on someone during a conversation with someone they knew (telemarketers don't count) and then pretended they got disconnected.