Post #217,670
8/5/05 9:49:42 AM
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I sit here in my jammies, staring at the computer
Trying to think-think-think. Were is that perfect job? I've visited every website I can think of.
Here's the kicker- I thought I would be out of a job Sept 1. But no paycheck has yet arrived for Aug and I normally get paid the first of the month. I called the boss man, who, after my VOCIFERIOUS inquiries, told me he doesnt have the $$$ and doesnt know when I'll get paid!! Realizing it does me little good to work for free, I have rather abruptly joined ther ranks of the unemployed.
I called my financial advisor to cash out a mutual fund that will carry me for a couple of months.
This sucks.
My anxiety is manifesting itself in hyperactivity and nausea. Cant sit still. Am gonna throw up. Have to be doing SOMETHING- ANYTHING to find that job. Where are the interviews already??? I've applied for a dozen positions, continue to network, network, network. I dont know what else to do.
God, I'm tense.
I have a headache.
I dont want to be a grown up anymore. It's WAY overrated.
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Post #217,681
8/5/05 10:04:43 AM
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ICLRPD
"I dont want to be a grown up anymore. It's WAY overrated."
[link|http://www.runningworks.com|
] Imric's Tips for Living
- Paranoia Is a Survival Trait
- Pessimists are never disappointed - but sometimes, if they are very lucky, they can be pleasantly surprised...
- Even though everyone is out to get you, it doesn't matter unless you let them win.
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Nothing is as simple as it seems in the beginning,
As hopeless as it seems in the middle,
Or as finished as it seems in the end.
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Post #217,692
8/5/05 10:17:16 AM
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Yeah - that sucks.
"My anxiety is manifesting itself in hyperactivity and nausea. Cant sit still. Am gonna throw up." Having spent a looong time un (and then under) employed, I KNOW that feeling. The only thing that helped me was to go out for a long walk (1-2 hours) in pleasant surroundings (the local park). It's not going to help your job search to just endure feeling bad about it. "Have to be doing SOMETHING- ANYTHING to find that job. Where are the interviews already??? I've applied for a dozen positions, continue to network, network, network. I dont know what else to do." You are doing the right thing. It's hard out there. Don't depend on websites or newspaper want ads. Hit the street and check out local businesses, schools, and government agencies. Get dressed in business clothes when you do. This may be a longshot, but then, it may get you a job - and it's something constructive to do. Just getting dressed up a little can help morale - I know. Believe me I know. [link|http://www.runningworks.com|
] Imric's Tips for Living
- Paranoia Is a Survival Trait
- Pessimists are never disappointed - but sometimes, if they are very lucky, they can be pleasantly surprised...
- Even though everyone is out to get you, it doesn't matter unless you let them win.
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Nothing is as simple as it seems in the beginning,
As hopeless as it seems in the middle,
Or as finished as it seems in the end.
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Post #217,706
8/5/05 11:38:54 AM
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Some other sites to check, if you haven't already.
I'm sure you know about [link|http://www.monster.com|Monster]. Do you know about [link|http://www.craigslist.com|Craig's List]? There may be other sites in your area that are similar - sites that are actually looking for people rather than being resume collectors.
Treat your job hunt as part of your day - not all of it. Devote an hour or few hours to it each day, then make sure you do something else. The idea of a walk in the park is a good one.
You're doing all the right things - especially networking. Sometimes you just have to wait a little for the stars to align.
Hang in there. Best of luck!
Cheers,
Scott.
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Post #217,748
8/5/05 2:42:16 PM
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Doh!
Was reading the other forum, so forgive the redundancy. I think I'm going through some type of space/time warp or something. Anyway, there are also non-profit connections that are invaluable. Are you involved with community service projects? I belong to a group that supports the arts. We are talking some big names in the community belong to it. I'm sure there is a similar organization in your neck of the woods. Join it and become active. It will take your mind off your troubles --and-- will bring you in contact with some wonderful people who just might be looking for someone just like you.
Good luck!
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #217,751
8/5/05 2:57:21 PM
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It's just a jump to the left!
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Post #217,793
8/5/05 6:08:54 PM
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Cute!
I chaperoned my eldest son's senior graduation party. His female friend (as opposed to girlfriend) and I did the Time Warp. Had a blast. Other parents just sat like bumps on a log.
"I see you trembling with antici.......pation!"
:-><
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #217,831
8/6/05 3:12:21 AM
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so I'll remove the cause...
(but what about the symptoms?)
but not the symptoms!
Have fun,
Carl Forde
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Post #217,840
8/6/05 10:50:42 AM
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I was watching midnight movies on Encore last night
It was a documentary about the making in distribution of midnight movies.
Gave RH about 30 minutes.
Great interviews.
Loved the song snippets.
Lou Adler and RKO were blown away by the NY RH club. It was so unanticipated!
The play did great in England, and OK in CA, but tanked in NYC. The movie did horribly. So they let it be released as a midnight movie and forgot about it.
Until they started getting phone calls, requesting they show up at RH conventions.
Sal (Mineo?) was interviewed for quite a bit, he was the head of the NY club. Sometimes they would come to Philly, we'd join forces, and do the stage.
In NY, they presented during the movie. In Philly, at the TLA, we'd do it before the movie.
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Post #218,117
8/8/05 1:45:46 PM
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Didn't know Red Hat made movies!
jb4
shrub\ufffdbish (Am., from shrub + rubbish, after the derisive name for America's 43 president; 2003) n. 1. a form of nonsensical political doubletalk wherein the speaker attempts to defend the indefensible by lying, obfuscation, or otherwise misstating the facts; GIBBERISH. 2. any of a collection of utterances from America's putative 43rd president. cf. BULLSHIT
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Post #217,760
8/5/05 3:24:51 PM
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Umm, Michigan Unemployment...
3 months of worktime qualifies you for it, I know you had been there lots longer that.
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Post #217,896
8/6/05 10:25:40 PM
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Gah. Sorry. Am hoping to hear good news from you soon.
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #217,940
8/7/05 7:14:33 AM
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Get dressed first
Most of have felt the ennui and loss of self-esteem from redundancy. You can't let that happen. I assume your children drag you out of bed, so getting up at a reasonable time shouldn't be a problem. But get dressed. Do housework. Go to the bar with your friends, even if you have to let them buy you drinks. Consider training courses. Resurrect neglected hobbies. Never let your pride in yourself drop.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,946
8/7/05 9:46:40 AM
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Aye-Freakin-MEN!
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Post #217,950
8/7/05 10:29:36 AM
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the jammies arent a symptom of depression
I work in my jammies on occassion. I get out of bed, go into my office with a cup of coffee, just to read emails before I hop in the shower. But reading emails leads to responding to emails, and like a bullet I'm off and working. Bad habit, I know.
I appreciate what you're saying though, about not slipping into a funk. I can see myself doing that so I promise- I'll get dressed.
Depending how things pan out, I'm considering training to become a paramedic. The community is offering a FREE program. After that, I'd have to get certified through the state. This could be the perfect job for me. Crisis, medicine, psychiatry and gore. I'm going to call them tomorrow.
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Post #217,953
8/7/05 10:59:16 AM
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Something disturbing about a paramedic who likes gore :)
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,956
8/7/05 11:45:35 AM
8/7/05 11:46:39 AM
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Sure beats a paramedic that faints at the sight of it! :-D
Edited by imqwerky
Aug. 7, 2005, 11:46:39 AM EDT
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Post #218,118
8/8/05 1:48:28 PM
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Better than a paramedic who likes Bush...
Oops! Wrong forum...my bad!
(I know, I know...I jus' couldn't he'p myse'f)
jb4
shrub\ufffdbish (Am., from shrub + rubbish, after the derisive name for America's 43 president; 2003) n. 1. a form of nonsensical political doubletalk wherein the speaker attempts to defend the indefensible by lying, obfuscation, or otherwise misstating the facts; GIBBERISH. 2. any of a collection of utterances from America's putative 43rd president. cf. BULLSHIT
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Post #218,125
8/8/05 2:29:26 PM
8/8/05 2:30:18 PM
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Hey, I like Bush!
Oh wait, you're talking about Bush, not Bush. Or are you talking about bush? Or were you talking about Bush? Now I'm confused...
apt-get install godlike-powers
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Post #218,128
8/8/05 2:33:34 PM
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there will be no bush without pi
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Post #218,195
8/8/05 5:19:26 PM
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What he ^^^^ said
jb4
shrub\ufffdbish (Am., from shrub + rubbish, after the derisive name for America's 43 president; 2003) n. 1. a form of nonsensical political doubletalk wherein the speaker attempts to defend the indefensible by lying, obfuscation, or otherwise misstating the facts; GIBBERISH. 2. any of a collection of utterances from America's putative 43rd president. cf. BULLSHIT
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Post #218,201
8/8/05 5:31:03 PM
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You realize I'm also talking about Bush...
...Bush, the '90s Grunge band. :)
apt-get install godlike-powers
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Post #218,202
8/8/05 5:32:54 PM
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Oh, sure.
Whatsamatta? Your wife read this thread?
[image|/forums/images/warning.png|0|This is sarcasm...]
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #218,204
8/8/05 5:34:05 PM
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Nope, talking about three seperate Bushes.
There's Bush, there's Bush, and then there's bush.
Confused yet? :D
And if my wife read this thread, she'd better PRAY TO FUCKING GOD that I love bush...
apt-get install godlike-powers
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Post #218,206
8/8/05 5:38:29 PM
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s/Bush/the Berk/ in all my posts, and all will become clear!
Sorry for hte confusion....
(No, I'm not... ;-\ufffd)
jb4
shrub\ufffdbish (Am., from shrub + rubbish, after the derisive name for America's 43 president; 2003) n. 1. a form of nonsensical political doubletalk wherein the speaker attempts to defend the indefensible by lying, obfuscation, or otherwise misstating the facts; GIBBERISH. 2. any of a collection of utterances from America's putative 43rd president. cf. BULLSHIT
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Post #217,967
8/7/05 1:46:55 PM
8/7/05 7:25:12 PM
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Horrible (and graphic) thought
I keep getting this horrible vision of Susan enjoying the role of paramedic too much.
Someone is hit by an explosion. As he wakes up, lying on the floor, he sees the skin of his abdomen has been ruptured and a few lengths of his intenstine are exposed. It hurts too much to get up. He daren't get up. As he sees his bloodied hands, he's trying to hold back the thought that he's going to die. He's surprised to see a pair of boots by his shoulder. Attached to them is a uniformed women carrying a green, plastic first aid box but he can't see her face as she's looking at his abdomen. He'll find out soon enough. The woman squeals "Ooh! Look at his guts spilling out!"
Then a second, male paramedic with a reassuring smile crouches next to him and says "She's a closet pyromaniac, ya know." He turns to his colleague and says "You don't smoke that brand or use a lighter like that."
"I got them off that fella there." she replies as she points.
"He's dead!"
"Exactly! He doesn't need them."
Perhaps I should never work in emergency response.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
Edited by warmachine
Aug. 7, 2005, 07:25:12 PM EDT
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Post #217,970
8/7/05 2:02:39 PM
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Another graphic memory, from The Straight Dope.
I remember reading this Q&A: [link|http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_262.html|Does the head remain briefly conscious after decapitation?] Is it possible? The aforementioned Dr. Fink believed the brain might remain conscious as long as 15 seconds; that's how long cardiac arrest victims last before blacking out. (Dr. Fink's colleague put the window of awareness at 5 seconds.) He also pointed out that people have remained alert after having had their spinal cords severed. Still, this didn't seem like the sort of question that could ever be conclusively resolved.
Or so I thought. Then I received a note from a U.S. Army veteran who had been stationed in Korea. In June 1989 the taxi he and a friend were riding in collided with a truck. My correspondent was pinned in the wreckage. The friend was decapitated. Here's what happened:
My friend's head came to rest face up, and (from my angle) upside-down. As I watched, his mouth opened and closed no less than two times. The facial expressions he displayed were first of shock or confusion, followed by terror or grief. I cannot exaggerate and say that he was looking all around, but he did display ocular movement in that his eyes moved from me, to his body, and back to me. He had direct eye contact with me when his eyes took on a hazy, absent expression . . . and he was dead.
I have spoken with the author and am satisfied that the event occurred as described. One can of course never be certain about these things. Nonetheless I repent my previous skepticism. :-( I occasionally have dreams of a gruesome personal death, but haven't noticed it recently. Thankfully. My guess is that your dreams/visions are related to the events of the UK over the past month or so. :-( Hang in there. Cheers, Scott.
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Post #217,972
8/7/05 2:21:38 PM
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People call me Stuart Smalley. I'm just perverse.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,976
8/7/05 2:32:28 PM
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:-D
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Post #217,974
8/7/05 2:25:38 PM
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You want to set him straight, Matthew, or should I?
"My guess is that your dreams/visions are related to the events of the UK over the past month or so. :-( Hang in there."
Hmmm... my guess is his thoughts are related to a pyromanic mother of 2 in Michigan and the horrors that would ensue if said pyromanic mother actually did pursue a career in emergency medical response.
And BTW, I was transfixed with decapitations last spring in response to all those terrorist beheadings and spent a lot of time thinking about that.
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Post #217,977
8/7/05 2:33:36 PM
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My literal brain had taken over again... :-)
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Post #217,978
8/7/05 2:34:55 PM
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You've already done it
Mind you. It'll be interesting to know how well you'd fit into my horror story. I predict that you'd be delighted at the sight of guts but precisely know the effect on the wounded.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,997
8/7/05 4:55:41 PM
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You're pretty much right.
I'd be the one standing there saying:
Cool.
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Post #217,983
8/7/05 2:51:09 PM
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and of course you will have your lighter moments
[link|http://www.local6.com/news/4815844/detail.html|http://www.local6.co...15844/detail.html] Emergency workers helped a New Hampshire man out of a difficult situation over the weekend after a friend apparently locked a padlock around his testicles.
According to the Portsmouth Herald, police reported that the 39-year-old man was intoxicated when they arrived at the scene on July 30 at about 3:40 a.m. The man, who was not identified, told them that he had the padlock around his testicles for two weeks. thanx, bill Just call me Mr. Lynch \\
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Post #217,988
8/7/05 3:31:26 PM
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2 weeks!?! Good thing he didn't have to fly anywhere...
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Post #217,989
8/7/05 3:44:56 PM
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Thanx for the chuckle, Box
Whilst our compadres wax sombre, nay morbid, it is our Noble Boxley who comes charging through the sanquinary thoughtfield on the White Horse of Levity, girded with the mighty Shield of Humor.
May I offer some assistance in that regard?
re:"Horrible and Graphic thought" if I were said woman, my line would be...
"Now, now, Pull yourself together." :-D
Pieces,
amy
/me ducks from the tomatoes
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,011
8/7/05 6:08:29 PM
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I, otoh
would hope to have the presence of warped-jello to utter,
(Well.. maybe.. just internally - less'n I Knowed the fucker was a real Fucker, like say.. Armani Suited + with a regularly berated Yes-Aide?)
Betcha won't have the guts to do That again, Bunky..
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Post #218,020
8/7/05 7:01:00 PM
8/7/05 7:02:03 PM
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You have a sick sense of humour. I like that.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
Edited by warmachine
Aug. 7, 2005, 07:02:03 PM EDT
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Post #217,998
8/7/05 4:56:14 PM
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Cool.
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Post #218,159
8/8/05 3:47:32 PM
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lighter moments compensate for matchless moments
"Whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect" --Mark Twain
"The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them." --Albert Einstein
"This is still a dangerous world. It's a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses." --George W. Bush
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Post #218,176
8/8/05 4:28:08 PM
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Very good
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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