Perfect ToP!
Still looking for some boobs over here!
Ooh! Is this a wet t-shirt contest?!
*starts hosing herself down*
So. Much. Stress.
ejaculations.Yes, many of the anime I watch end with those.
Does this fistbumping lead to the ejaculations occurring during the end of these anime viewings? I think there's a reason why I've completely avoided the hentai subgenre.
So. Much. Stress.Can you take a walk? Sometimes that helps.
Not really. Unless pacing in the apartment while frantically reading as fast as I can counts. This week's head cold caused a major Menniere's flare-up which left me not able to sit up without wanting to vomit. Which put me days behind on a term project that's due tomorrow. Hey, it's only forty percent of my grade, and I only have twenty five percent of it finished. :/
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Actually it's this place...It kicks Popeyes' ass, sorry to say.Awright folks, i am outta here for now. It has been a hellish day, and I am off to manhattantown to get some yummy crack chicken and perhaps a beer with the wife. See you on the morrow.I didn't know there was a Popeyes in Manhattan....
Ha! Nice try, but I'm not going to fall for your feeble attempt at a Rickroll. Or is that a link to a song from Cats? Either way, I know it's some joke link, since something that "kicks Popeyes ass" is just a delusion on your part.
So. Much. Stress.
lol. Well, I appreciate the sentiment anyways....:)
Dear god...Here's hoping it's the latter. I have all male groups, all female groups and mixed groups, and the one time something like this came up recently, one of the females around the table quickly informed the person making the comment that it was not welcome. He apologized, stated he was trying out an evil character for the first time and didn't mean to offend anyone. We then moved on. We've all been friends for years, so it was relatively easy to smooth things over. Chances are it was a stupid insensitive comment that the person didn't mean, especially since you've known him for years. I don't think it will blow up in your face.
I wish I had the ability to calmly address things like this in the moment, because I'm sure it would be more effective. Unfortunately, my reaction when it happens is to slap the social mask on and lock the part of my psyche that's freaking the hell out into a dark corner of my mind until I'm out of the situation and can cope with it on my own terms.
But I'm relieved to say that his response in this case was sane, reasonable, and apologetic. I hope this is the end of it.
Morning. I'm going to take a minute to tell you how my morning went.
I wish I could say that the following account of my morning was an act of hyperbole. I wish I could take solace in the fact that it won't happen again.
3:00 AM. the cat hits a dead run, vaults over our bed, and slams head first into the window. Me and the fiance are startled awake. The cat, clearly retarded, hackles raised, hisses at the both of us and runs off.
4:01 AM. the cat has managed, somehow, to climb to the top of the closet (it's an odd building, the closet doesn't go up to the ceiling, it has a ridge maybe 7 feet up.) and is afraid to get down. It begins yowling.
4:03 AM. Determined to let the feline abomination suffer, a pillow goes over my head.
4:04 AM. my fiance is not to be trifled with in the mornings. I "save" the "kitty" from the tall place. I crawl back in bed.
4:45 The cat, obviously displeased with my desire for rest, runs up the wall near our bed, grabs hold of the wall hanging thing that my fiance hangs her jewelry on, and hits the ground at a dead run with a silver locket in her mouth. "Can I kill it, please, just let me kill it" "No!" the she creature's slumber has been disturbed, and her lumbering groggy wrath is terrible indeed. A string of curses as she storms off and retrieves her locket. "I'll just stomp on it, just once" I mumble, realizing I've lost the battle and I'm awake.
4:50 I get up.
5:20 Boots on. Uniform on. TV on. Gym bag ready to go. Dog curled up on my feet. Life is getting back to good.
5:30 The cat has, through a clever, complex series of treacherous inclines, manage to make it's way onto the shelf where I keep my hand painted miniatures. (I used to work for Games Workshop, I like to paint). A sudden flash of despair hits me as I remember my dwarf figure for Berek Ufflegoaf and his beloved Badger companion Rutherford, laying on the ground, gnawed upon by the cat. I leap to my feet. The cat has my paladin fig in its mouth, her eyes flashing. I throw a book at her. She's fast, and accustomed to combat... I miss.
5:35 The wreckage of my paladin lies in my trembling hands. This. HAS. TO. STOP.
5:40 Spray bottle loaded with a potent combination of crushed red pepper and water. Locked and Loaded. The b&~## is going down.
6:00 The battle was fierce. The cat seems to be immune to red pepper, or maybe she doesn't care. I don't know precisely which, but I have a fresh set of red lines on my right arm from her claws. Something smells. I'm not sure, but I think she pissed in the sink before I got up.
6:01 The cat has fled to the bedroom. I raise my hands in victory.
6:02 The she thing has awakened. "NATHAN! WHY THE HELL DOES THE CAT SMELL LIKE RED PEPPERS!??? SHES WET!" Oh no. Oh no oh no. I may have won the battle, but the cat, instantly sedat and loving in mommies arms, has won the war. I try disposing of the evidence and am caught in the process. S@*!.
6:50 Time to leave. I walk to my gym bag, full and laying open on the edge of the table. There's a sudden burst of movement from inside the bag, and it flips over the edge, tumbling to the ground. My stuff is everywhere. Somewhere in the wreckage of my gym bag the feline destroyer lurks. I know better then to grab at it with my hand, so I nudge it with my boot. The cat explodes out from the bag, hissing and spitting.
6:55 I get my bag and head to work. Damned cat.
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Morning, all. What did I miss?
Well, mike was disappointed when just two people showed up at his fairwell party, not realizing that most everyone in the office thought he was a douchebag. Meanwhile, Bill's incessant nitpicking of minor scheduling and reporting details was rapidly leading his team to talks of an office revolution. And, across town, Wendy was visiting Crazy Al's Guillotine Museum in preparation for...No, wait! That's my soap opera!
Morning. I'm going to take a minute to tell you how my morning went.
I wish I could say that the following account of my morning was an act of hyperbole. I wish I could take solace in the fact that it won't happen again.
Heh. As the owner of four cats, I feel your pain. And it's also a reminder why the bedroom door remains shut 99.99% of the time while we're sleeping. Sometimes, I even have to put a 10 lb weight against the door because the male cat will bang and bang and bang at it and the weight essentially suppresses the means to do so. Then he'll yowl. I'm too hard of hearing to notice, but the woman does.
Nathan, you are hereby given Lord Presidential freedom to exterminate the feline menace with extreme prejudice.
Obviously nobody ever told you guys that our one true purpose in life is to torture you. Honestly, pussy = suffering for man.
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Nathan's story reminds me of the house I lived in back in my college days. Our one roommate had two dogs and multiple cats (no known record exists since she took to "rescuing" the feral cats that roamed in packs around the house). By the time I moved out, there were at least ten cats in the house (we were outnumbered two to one).
Anyway, we lived in a converted barn and most windows didn't have screens in them. One fine summer day, we had all the windows open. One cat suddenly decides to take off on a dead run from the first floor, up the stairs, into the back bedroom and *poof* right out the window. Because of the way the house was built on a hill (so the basement was actually on ground floor in the back of the house), the damned thing fell three stories.
And wasn't injured in the slightest. Still would've liked to have gotten a picture of its face as it went through the window and realized how high up it was.
On another note, the same roommate kept threatening to wake me up by tossing her chihuahua in my room. I kept telling her that my bed was right beneath a large window with no screen and I could open it with a minimal amount of moving and drop the dog outside (only a single story fall).
But, I still love animals. :D
Ha! Nice try, but I'm not going to fall for your feeble attempt at a Rickroll. Or is that a link to a song from Cats? Either way, I know it's some joke link, since something that "kicks Popeyes ass" is just a delusion on your part.Awright folks, i am outta here for now. It has been a hellish day, and I am off to manhattantown to get some yummy crack chicken and perhaps a beer with the wife. See you on the morrow.I didn't know there was a Popeyes in Manhattan....S
Actually it's this place...It kicks Popeyes' ass, sorry to say.
Sorry about that, dead man, but it does indeed kick popeyes ass. I will supply photographic evidence later on this weekend.
Sorry about this nathan, but I have give the cat a golf clap for that early morning exchange, she played you like a fiddle. Ran to mommy at the right time, was waiting for you in your bag... damn, that cat is good.
Aha! I managed to successfully change the toner without staining my shirt.
Celestial Healer: 1
Copier: 0
Watch out I am sure the copier is just giving you a false sense of confidence. ;)
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Actually it's this place...It kicks Popeyes' ass, sorry to say.Awright folks, i am outta here for now. It has been a hellish day, and I am off to manhattantown to get some yummy crack chicken and perhaps a beer with the wife. See you on the morrow.I didn't know there was a Popeyes in Manhattan....
you mean you actually eat that stuff?
Aha! I managed to successfully change the toner without staining my shirt.
Celestial Healer: 1
Copier: 0
Wait until you actually try to make copies.
Aha! I managed to successfully change the toner without staining my shirt.
Celestial Healer: 1
Copier: 0
Triple points if you were wearing a white shirt.
Sorry about this nathan, but I have give the cat a golf clap for that early morning exchange, she played you like a fiddle. Ran to mommy at the right time, was waiting for you in your bag... damn, that cat is good.
I know it, that's the worst part. Damned cat gets the better of me all the time.
"ooohhh she's so cuuuuuute!" my fiance said as we spied the furry little bastard through the pet shop window. I knew better, I did. I swear. But there's a gaping hole in my armor where my fiance is concerned, and I buckled.
She's such a smart animal. Gift and curse, all at the same time.
Edit - she doesn't get tuna. She actually eats my dogs food as well.
I think I should just pop her in the microwave.
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cat horror story
Wow. Even the wost of my cats' hijinxs are now rendered benign and amusing...
Okay, I adore cats...but that cat would've been kicked across the room at least twice! O.o Of course, I only kick my cats when they run in front of me while my hands are full and then crouch....when I run into them and trip over them, they cry as if I went out of my way to beat them. Or I have unconciously kicked them into walls when in a excess of playfulness they decided my twitching toes were a plaything while I dreamed...I've yet to hurt them on purpose, but they have learned to not bite my toes. The whole crouching roadblock of death thing is still a constant occurence.
Is this a young cat? Older? Hopefully she's young and this is just kittenish exhuberance.
Hide you minis!
cat horror storyOkay, I adore cats...but that cat would've been kicked across the room at least twice! O.o
Is this a young cat? Older?
Wow. Even the wost of my cats' hijinxs are now rendered benign and amusing...
no joke, right? I've had dozens of cats in my life, none nearly as clever or vile.
Mildred Percival Wexley. She's almost a year old. Black with a white belly.
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cat horror storyOkay, I adore cats...but that cat would've been kicked across the room at least twice! O.o
Is this a young cat? Older?
Wow. Even the wost of my cats' hijinxs are now rendered benign and amusing...
no joke, right? I've had dozens of cats in my life, none nearly as clever or vile.
Mildred Percival Wexley. She's almost a year old. Black with a white belly.
Okay, yeah, that's still young. Hide your minis, and hopefully in a year she'll be sane. Er...more sane.
I know this won't do any good, but my Quest to Help People is never-ending, if futile:
CATS ARE OUTSIDE ANIMALS.
It's not that the book is long. It's not that it's technical. It's that it's so damn repetitive. It all starts running together and then all I remember of what I just read is that it went on and on for what seemed like ever and was talking about Carbon-13 isotopes in anoxic envoronments. :/
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I know this won't do any good, but my Quest to Help People is never-ending, if futile:
CATS ARE OUTSIDE ANIMALS.
Nah, cats are just all psychotic in their own special way.
Add intelligence into the mix...and hoo boy, you are going to have some fun.
Neither of my cats is particularly intelligent. One is cunning, but not what I would call intelligent. The other is about as dull as dull can be in the mental department.
They are both insane though. It's part of every feline's charm.
I missed 50 pages?! Sorry for being MIA. Been sick, then had inventory, and was sucked into a Scrubs marathon. :D
I hope everyone is doing well. I am enjoying a lazy day off. Hubby has done all the running for me, I have yet to even get out of my PJ's.
Not gonna go back and read 50 pages. Sorry if I missed anything important.
Yay Solnes is baaaaack! :D
I know this won't do any good, but my Quest to Help People is never-ending, if futile:
CATS ARE OUTSIDE ANIMALS.
Nah, cats are just all psychotic in their own special way.
Add intelligence into the mix...and hoo boy, you are going to have some fun.
Neither of my cats is particularly intelligent. One is cunning, but not what I would call intelligent. The other is about as dull as dull can be in the mental department.
They are both insane though. It's part of every feline's charm.
All this talk of cats is making me want one. I miss having cats. And yes, they are all insane, some more than others. My persian was completely psychotic, tried to kill any other cat she saw (and was in a fair way towards accomplishing that goal every time she got out - we had to whack her with a broom until the other cat escaped and we could then corral her getting loads of scratches in the meantime) and refused to groom herself. But she would frequently wake me up by licking my hair. Apparently grooming herself was not acceptable but grooming me was.
Sorry I hung up on ya Leafy. I had a customer who wanted to argue for 10 minutes with me about reprinting a receipt that she had gotten months ago.
cat horror storyOkay, I adore cats...but that cat would've been kicked across the room at least twice! O.o
Is this a young cat? Older?
Wow. Even the wost of my cats' hijinxs are now rendered benign and amusing...
no joke, right? I've had dozens of cats in my life, none nearly as clever or vile.
Mildred Percival Wexley. She's almost a year old. Black with a white belly.
Would you like to borrow my pugs? They have a way with cats, as witnessed when my sister-in-law came to visit and brought her cat with her. The cat thought it would be funny to perch on top of the couch, and jump down at Louie, one of the pugs, as he wandered by. Louie responded by taking off in a blur of fawn fur. The cat then looked up at me with this self-satisfied look.
What the cat didn't realize is that Louie is not bright, and that his first response to this was "Play! Run! Play!" When he gets excited, he runs in circles around the couch. So as the cat looked up at me, its victory afterglow was somewhat dimmed as 18 lbs. of pug rounded the couch and gleefully trampled right over the cat. The cat jumped to its feet, only to be trampled by another 19 lbs. of pug, as our other pug, Winston, opted to join in the play by chasing after Louie.
The cat, penned in between the couch and the Ottoman, opted not to flee, but instead tried to lash out at the fast-disappearing Winston with one paw, only to be trampled again by Louie, as he rounded the corner of the couch to start his third lap. Fortunately, the cat managed to stagger out of the way before Winston's next pass, and spent the rest of the visit watching the pugs suspiciously from on top of various bookshelves.
Winston is such a great name for a pug.
Winston is such a great name for a pug.
Yeah, we've met several people who also have a pug named Winston. If we get another one, we're debating between Bismarck or Caesar to stay with the theme of historical rulers.
Louie was originally named Louis, but his behaviour and general approach to the world saw him rechristened as Louie.
Winston is such a great name for a pug.Yeah, we've met several people who also have a pug named Winston. If we get another one, we're debating between Bismarck or Caesar to stay with the theme of historical rulers.
Louie was originally named Louis, but his behaviour and general approach to the world saw him rechristened as Louie.
Also good names, my mom is talking about getting an english bull dog and I'm voting for Winston for the name. ;3
Also good names, my mom is talking about getting an english bull dog and I'm voting for Winston for the name. ;3Winston is such a great name for a pug.Yeah, we've met several people who also have a pug named Winston. If we get another one, we're debating between Bismarck or Caesar to stay with the theme of historical rulers.
Louie was originally named Louis, but his behaviour and general approach to the world saw him rechristened as Louie.
Nice. Once we have the space and can start acquiring more dogs, I know my wife would love a bulldog. I personally am leaning towards a bull mastiff, to go with Winston, the pug who thinks he's a bull mastiff. We'll definitely need that house in the country, though.
I also like the name Beauregard for wrinkly dogs like that.
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[Sorry about that, dead man, but it does indeed kick popeyes ass. I will supply photographic evidence later on this weekend.
So, tell me again, what is this drug you are taking? The hallucinations it provides sound very interesting.
As for photographic evidence, I've seen "pictures" that proved the first President Bush had an invisible bodyguard.....
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Sorry about this nathan, but I have give the cat a golf clap for that early morning exchange, she played you like a fiddle. Ran to mommy at the right time, was waiting for you in your bag... damn, that cat is good.I know it, that's the worst part. Damned cat gets the better of me all the time.
"ooohhh she's so cuuuuuute!" my fiance said as we spied the furry little bastard through the pet shop window. I knew better, I did. I swear. But there's a gaping hole in my armor where my fiance is concerned, and I buckled.
She's such a smart animal. Gift and curse, all at the same time.
Edit - she doesn't get tuna. She actually eats my dogs food as well.
I think I should just pop her in the microwave.
I had a chemistry teacher in high school who had a story about skinning a cat. They were given a cadaver with the instructions to skin the cat with as few cuts as possible.
He used but 1 cut, just the 1. He cut the tip of the tail. He then got an air hose put the end into the cat puffed it up like a balloon and pealed the skin off. He had pictures.
Yes I had some weird teachers, and yes that does explain a lot.
I have two dogs names Ceasar and Brutus, we always worry what will happen on the Ides of March.
Okay, yeah, that's still young. Hide your minis, and hopefully in a year she'll be sane. Er...more sane.cat horror storyOkay, I adore cats...but that cat would've been kicked across the room at least twice! O.o
Is this a young cat? Older?
Wow. Even the wost of my cats' hijinxs are now rendered benign and amusing...
no joke, right? I've had dozens of cats in my life, none nearly as clever or vile.
Mildred Percival Wexley. She's almost a year old. Black with a white belly.
I got 2 dogs and 2 cats of my own the cats are 8 and 15 years respectively. Not to long ago the oldest decided he wanted after 15 years to be an outside cat as well as an inside one. when he gets outside in the summer he runs around like a bat outta hell.
They never get sane they just get tired. In time the crazy will come in short bursts.
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[Sorry about that, dead man, but it does indeed kick popeyes ass. I will supply photographic evidence later on this weekend.So, tell me again, what is this drug you are taking? The hallucinations it provides sound very interesting.
As for photographic evidence, I've seen "pictures" that proved the first President Bush had an invisible bodyguard.....
You sure that was not an invisible stalker?
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[Sorry about that, dead man, but it does indeed kick popeyes ass. I will supply photographic evidence later on this weekend.So, tell me again, what is this drug you are taking? The hallucinations it provides sound very interesting.
As for photographic evidence, I've seen "pictures" that proved the first President Bush had an invisible bodyguard.....
You sure that was not an invisible stalker?
Could have been. It was a long time ago and I just remember seeing it in a store somewhere. Laughed my ass off when I saw it.
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CrimJ, that is actually very cool!
My teachers sucked in comparison.
Same teacher has a sign on his desk with a big red marker warning "DO NOT TOUCH" with an arrow pointing to some old style brown paper towels on his desk with a large strange wet spot.
He walks into class says, "I am so glad my class can read." picks up a pencil and slaps it hard on the paper towels which promptly exploded. He has been messing around and made a chemical contact explosive with common ingredients that were going bad in the chem locker. The pencil lost an eraser on the end and about 4 or 5 inches in length. He was shocked that it had so much force.
I went into the class room the other day with my son who is in chemistry now. His new teacher is quite boring by comparison but much safer. The class room still bares the multiple scars of my junior year. The new teacher could not understand my giggling when I saw he still had the whole over the doorway from our potato gun that went off in class, "by accident." It was firing not potatoes but a water bottle that disintegrated upon impact. It also blew up in my teachers hands. He had a way of making things more volatile than he expected.