coccyx!

its a real word pal, vague on the spelling though. I am, as we speak wearing the shirt from oh so long ago.

sorry Tiger, it's a joke you're not getting because you're new. read this.

edit: wait a minute. you're not new! wtf? you didn't get that? coccyx sucker!

waitaminit. did you say "wrong car"? Along with everything else, you had to suffer the shame of explaining to someone why you flung yourself at their car?

:lol:

I got your edit right here.
yeah nah, too much time at sea to stay current. back for some time now though.

where?

Never met 'em. went straight to horsepiddle before they showed and never heard from them. guess they figured i'd suffered enough. Did I mention the audience of dozens?

Our store offers free wi-fi and we get alot of regulars in there to use it. One of my customers accidently spilled his drink across the table and I went over to help him. He was very apologetic and slightly embarrased (I think he has a bit of a crush on me although I'm too young for him). To reassure him I told him the story of me twice spilling chocalate milk across my BF's computer, in one day. I had just finished the story and needed to go back to work, so I excused myself and turned around into the 6ft advertising sign we had at the front.:blush: I had a bruise on my head for a week.:thepain: Unfortunatly this is not a isolated demonstration of my vast clumsiness at work.

EDIT: ...and in life in general. One of our store mottos goes: I suck at life.
EDIT: I think novice also sucks at life.

I asked my friend Chuck what you meant by that and he vanished at the speed of light but he left a note saying he was going to ask you personally. I'll miss you. Stephen Hawking will not miss Chuck. Or you. I don't think he knows you anyway.

Chuck knows lumberjim only as a brief, slight tickle on his left pinky-knuckle.

Obviously you know Chuck. Chuck would never admit knowing LJ. You may be in trouble for revealing Chucks knowledge. It was also nice knowing you.

I wish I could get away from this chuck norris shit but it appeals to me on some ridiculous level of my subconscious.

Sweet jesus, if he reads this i'm fucked!

oooh. audience of dozens multiplies the pain ten fold. good thing you weren't naked(also multiplies pain by 10), too. you would have exploded into a thousand pieces from the sheer math of it all.

Chuck was here a moment ago, after he killed me in six different ways, without making a sound, he communicated telepathically that he was on his way to feed Flint his own arms, and then back to your place in Oz to apply 1/1,000,000,000,000 of the strength in his rectum to burn all of the flesh off your bones with a fart.

Fuck Chuck!!! Chuck Fuck!!! Fucked by Chuck!!! Chucked by Fuck!!! Fucking Chuck!!! Chucking Fuck!!! Fuck Chuck Fuck!!! Chuck Fuck Chuck!!! Fucks Chuck!!! Chucks Fuck!!!

I am way too amused by the combination of these two words.

old news. chuck thinks and moves at the speed of holy shiat so all of this happened in 1982 while we're stuck here at the speed of Der