Pepae Le Peu and the Ampeuettes
 

Do girls play some kind of mind trick with there boyfriends by saying they have a boyfriend named "JR" when really they have no boyfriend at all. I mean common I have known of at-least 3 girls who had a boy friend named "JR" and 2 of them I got frustrated with because the guy seemingly didn't exist. So the way I see it. It's bottom of the 7th inning and I have 2 strikes against me with base's loaded and we are trying to 10 run rule everything evil. And it's soft ball.

MY imaginary boyfriend is named Harvey. He's quite tall and has large ears, but he's not evil.

I bet you'd be much happier if you went back on your meds, JB. Just saying.

Pepae Le Peu and the Ampeuettes
 

Do girls play some kind of mind trick with there boyfriends by saying they have a boyfriend named "JR" when really they have no boyfriend at all. I mean common I have known of at-least 3 girls who had a boy friend named "JR" and 2 of them I got frustrated with because the guy seemingly didn't exist. So the way I see it. It's bottom of the 7th inning and I have 2 strikes against me with base's loaded and we are trying to 10 run rule everything evil. And it's soft ball.

this was supposed to go in the entertainment section...

And now the threads are merged. The post order reads a little funny, but I suppose people will follow them.

by 'follow them' I hope you mean the chronological order, because the way I see it. It's like you have a mouse in a house and the trap is running over. So now all the colored strings and pinwheel lights are flying about in all directions while I just stand there running my fingers through my hair, going, "Tomorrow's another day, Tomorrow's another play, Tomorrow's another way." But you just keep grooving to the sound of your own keyboard, and not looking up at the screen to see if anything you wrote got there in time to save our mortal souls.

JB, hold out for the girl whose boyfriend's name is BJ

:lol:

Spexx is a wise man. A wise wise man. :bravo:

When I was a kid I played baseball and I was left handed.. I tied to put the glove on my left hand but they made be put it on the right hand.. so now I'm dislexic...I played baseball for about 5 years eventually I got the hang of it but the hand eye cordination just isn't there... and thats why I never got a HIT.. so this carries on to my adulthood illness becasue I am trying to be an artist and I paint with my left hand.. and the way I see it.. If I act and am twisted and my girls a ho and who's gonna find me is some old man fishing.. then apperently the church is armed under the authority of the devil because afterall if DMX found me and the preacher is indeed telling the truth then why can't the preaher just rebuke me or help me like I was asking for.. so basically we just have some cocky preacher slaugherting me.. It's dosen't add up preachers don't slaughter people. They were talking about politicians comming up dead and THATS why I rebbelled. Saddam got a trial JFK-JR did not..

If you throw with your left hand, like lefties do, don't you think it's a good idea to have the glove on your right hand?

that would be the evidence of the dislexia.. correction: I tried to put the glove on the 'right hand' but they made me put it on the left.. it's weird like if I were going to punch you it would be with the right hand but if I were going to wirte you a love letter it would be with the left... one time I was plaing second base and the batter hit a line drive right up the middle I just stuck my glove up and the ball went right in like magic.. and I wan't even paying attention.. the very next play I got hit in the head by the right feilder who was throwing me the ball...

When I was a kid I used to think about takeing over the school. And the rest was Nuclear Holocaust. I Failed.

Onward Christian soldiers marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before.

But isn't that therapeutic..

And if I learned anything form that realtion-ship it's that MY Children don't belong in YOUR hands and YOUR hands don't belong on MY Children. and that's where the line is drawn.

Let's PLay Aproprate or Not Aproprate!!

Aproprate: Burn Nuts on Bloody Sunday

Not Aproprate: Talking about dragons on Sunday.

Was I right about the nuts??

Depends, was it fire breathing dragons that burned the nuts?

that's hellairious..

On this subject, I yield to you, JBK.


:stickpoke
;)

I'd rather have an eninstine santa clause

and then it would be just like way of the mountain turtle...

and most of the stuff I have produced.. was stuff I saw in a dream.. and with the exception of the dragon I like it.. so the truth is I'm not being slaughtered by a preacher I am trapped in a cave with this dragon who is trying to slaughter me..((Discern)) and I am trying to coordinate it into what my cousin calls cool math... and she dosn't think it's that cool...

and if you really want to get technical my body was rejecting the meds most of the lost decade.. I am just now at a point where I can control myself..

The Lion said to the Dragon: Can we be friends??
The Dragon said to the Lion: This is how it ends!!
The Dragon Breathed Some Fire,
The Lion Got truth for hire,
The Dragon said to the Lion: What's your hearts desire??
The Lion said to the Dragon: To find a way out of this quagmire!!
The Dragon said to the Lion: It's all just mud and fire!!
And when it came down to the wire,
The Dragon Got stuck and the Lion flew Higher.

After reading that I am thinking producing is not something you should do and any GF you may have should be named Rosie P. or the aforementioned BJ.

That dragon and lion verse lends itself to a Highway 61 rhythm

JBK...you keep writing. I love this stuff!

dose anyone else see battery acid coming out of the screan?

and if you really want to get technical we need a remote control toilet...

Sleeping In the Fire:
Yea it stinks,
worse than a,
Hocky rink.
I only think,
that we're,
On the brink,
OF drowning,
In the sink,
so If you really wink,
you are practeing zinc,
not really your just a stinking,
pest shew shew I'm done NO.

Happy holidays, JBKringle. ;)

Hi My Name is J.Arclo I am from the planet of professional profits and I was sent thousands of light years for the simple task of telling you, your all fired. Now I must leave you all here jobless and confused but remember peace is possible.

I'm FIRED?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

:jig:

I'll be at the bar!

Not so fast; back to you're desk. He said your fired, not you're fired.
:p:

Yeah, some fired person I am. I haven't left my seat except once today!

Maybe I'm fried? Crunchy on the outside...

If you grow a unibrow you can be Frieda

I can't grow a unibrow. I'm not very hairy.

This may get decidedly less funny at 1:00. I've been summoned. I can't imagine, I've been busting butt helping people. Printing out the last of my CYA documentation, just in case.

Ha! Amazing. Backstabbers running around with their own stories...to elevate themselves?

I run circles around the 2 or 3 I suspect of such behavior, and they don't have nearly what I have on my plate.

In my naivete...my need to trust those who present themselves to me that they CARE and are worthy of trust...i got stuck in yet another scenario that had nothing to do with me.

I am mute, unheard. BUt I can look at myself in the mirror, knowing I haven't thrown anyone under any bus, that I have the highest of ethics, and that my heart is true. Those who try to make one 'less' so they can feel like 'more'...why am I such prey?

A week's worth of feeling worthy and good and helpful and valuable...gone. Poof. And for no reason than someone else needs to make themselves look or feel better.

I woke up at 1 pm... sorry... I don't think confuse was the right word for it... I just don't think my energy Ideas are good for anything but Christmas gifts and for pretend stuff like alien invasions..

Fuck 'em. You know your worth. They can't take that away from you unless you let them.

Thanks glatt. I'm really not meant for the rat race. I don't have the skin for it. After 48 years I'm still surprised that people are like that.

Is anyone interested in starting a commune? Nothing weird or cultish, just a sharing of skills and conversation.

And I think you really gatta think about this casue an Idol mind is the devils work shop so what kind of work are we doing?? I don't want the devil in my mind. Out of sight out of mind but can cause harm if not kept in perspective.

Agreed. Thank you Elanor Roosevelt.

The way you know your worth
the way you do the voodoo that you do do
The way you share your mirth
no, no they can't take that away from you...

see yall are just close minded.. I was just trying to be funny yall just get mad every time I challenge the statusqoe I have my own self worth may only amount to a hill of beans but my needs are met I only have room to execell plus I'm a young at heat and I don't want to grow up...

JBK...they were talking to me. Please read back to the post where I said "I'm getting fired?" and go from there. :(

Ok...sorry to hijack your thread, jbk.

Anyway, looking back, she was talking to everyone in the office about the 'reports' she was getting. I do take personal affront because she did confirm my name came up. BUT, she's no dummy and i think she is smart enough to see someone trying to create dissension. I'm thinking that's how it will play out when she has the information from all sides.

Srill, i was riding high on my accomplishments and team-workery and student-centricity as of late...so even if it was just crap from the usual malcontent(s)...it was insulting.

Water under the bridge now, for me.

I was obsessing over what i wrote today and it hit me that i'd tried to be clever but what i meant was i am thin-skinned. Re-reading my post i didnt want it miconstrued.

:blush:

? How else could you interpret it? You don't have rat skin?
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A Game Called Rescue the King: OK you know Mike Jackson's death is where the blue line should be drawn. IN a world of chaos and confusion and lies from inner space emerges the Ficktisous Character Named J.Arclo. The Child of Procreation. No need to be anything more than a Faith full Believer in Jesus. If you chose to cross the blue line you must choose a side. The Vampire Cowboy Cult. Or the FKU. Basically the VCC is the Bull Fighter. And the FKU is the Bull. Me Myslef I like FKU because it's more civil. But when the Bucks play they fight. So have at it.

And if you don't connect with the joy at revival you will more than likely not get the joke I am attempting to make. When I makes jokes I don't try to hurt people I just think of the dumbest thing possible. And That's My Bad Not his....

T, C, HOw many licks dose it take to get to the center of a tutsie roll tutsie pop..

1 2 Crunch the WORLD may never know...

http://www.politico.com/blogs/click/...ar-153760.html

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J.Arclo:
NeXile is the Cowboy Being Held Captive.. He needs to be rescued.. The Vampire Curse that is holding him captive is one of deception and evil. If you choose to help you must be very care-full that you too don't fall into this confusion.. Once the curse is broke nothing can stop him. and remember this is just for pretend...

I need a woman to paint... anyone interested... may not come out right and the payment will only be a free painting.. but it would be fun..

Death of an Arsehole: On a moon lit twi-light the age of lies and confusion is coming to an end. A man walks in to a bar and shouts... where's my fried pickles... to a Jewish crowd that has been antis-ipateing his arival. The man tells them look I know I'm wretched and I am turning over a new leaf. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me. They say YES. The man then orders a beer and fried pickels and says.

The old me is dead,
the new me is here,
don't fear,
the queer,
he was just trying to smear,
all the lies of truth or fear,
and the danger is near,
just give me my beer,
it's all so clear,
I need a wife to dry my tears,
I was mean but now I'm sincere.

Revenge of the "D5 Zombie Cat".

Pepe: Oh sweet D5 how I love you.
D5: you must die today Pepe.
Pepe: D5 I see the devil in your eyes.
D5: Fear not it's only my lust for revenge.
Pepe: What did I ever do to you D5.
D5: You chased me till I was pushed over the edge.
Pepe: Oh D5 can't you see past your hate.
D5: Pulls out cross bow and shoots pepe through the heart.

The End.

Oh well no one wanted to play pepe leapue and the ampuettes so I had to end it this way...

bye now...