I will never log on here again..

[jimhelm]

I don't like your tone, sir

[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by jimhelm

I don't like your tone, sir

[jimhelm]

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

do you think that if we met in real life we would be friends, or foes?

I think we'd be friends, but I think we'd be the kind of friends where I always break your balls and give you Wedgies and Pink Bellies and embarrass you in front of your other friends and your girl... and then one day you'd snap and come at me with a butterfly knife. You'd be really dunk though, and you'd trip on a lawn chair and fall on your knife and cut one of your fingers off. I'd feel really bad, and drive you to the ER with your finger in a bag of ice. They'd reattach it and thank me for thinking so quickly, but you'd still blame me for it, and there would be this unspoken friction between us from that day forward. It would all end when you catch me and Baby in the hot tub having a naked splash fight. My obituary would say that I was killed in a freak accident involving a bug zapper and a hot tub, but one day, Baby would come out of the coma and spill the beans. Ultimately, you'd end up in prison and your cell mate would force you to take his last name.

[morethanpretty]

Originally Posted by jimhelm

do you think that if we met in real life we would be friends, or foes?

I think we'd be friends, but I think we'd be the kind of friends where I always break your balls and give you Wedgies and Pink Bellies and embarrass you in front of your other friends and your girl... and then one day you'd snap and come at me with a butterfly knife. You'd be really dunk though, and you'd trip on a lawn chair and fall on your knife and cut one of your fingers off. I'd feel really bad, and drive you to the ER with your finger in a bag of ice. They'd reattach it and thank me for thinking so quickly, but you'd still blame me for it, and there would be this unspoken friction between us from that day forward. It would all end when you catch me and Baby in the hot tub having a naked splash fight. My obituary would say that I was killed in a freak accident involving a bug zapper and a hot tub, but one day, Baby would come out of the coma and spill the beans. Ultimately, you'd end up in prison and your cell mate would force you to take his last name.

There is a word for that, its "frenemy."

And you sir, deserve an award for such good writing.

[pensive pam]

Originally Posted by jimhelm

do you think that if we met in real life we would be friends, or foes?

I think we'd be friends, but I think we'd be the kind of friends where I always break your balls and give you Wedgies and Pink Bellies and embarrass you in front of your other friends and your girl... and then one day you'd snap and come at me with a butterfly knife. You'd be really dunk though, and you'd trip on a lawn chair and fall on your knife and cut one of your fingers off. I'd feel really bad, and drive you to the ER with your finger in a bag of ice. They'd reattach it and thank me for thinking so quickly, but you'd still blame me for it, and there would be this unspoken friction between us from that day forward. It would all end when you catch me and Baby in the hot tub having a naked splash fight. My obituary would say that I was killed in a freak accident involving a bug zapper and a hot tub, but one day, Baby would come out of the coma and spill the beans. Ultimately, you'd end up in prison and your cell mate would force you to take his last name.

Well, i can get violent at times. If you ever watch independent film, rent the movie 'Dreamlife of Angels.' I am very much like the girl in that film that spits on that guy. One time I pushed my boyfriend down the stairs. And then I went down the stair to see if he was OK. He was. So I kicked him very hard and left for the day.

Pam.