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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