Rebecca

Does her husband not love her? Not to be catty and shallow and judgmental (well, ok, that's exactly what it is), but REALLY! Would anyone here let someone you care about walk out of the house looking like this? Yeah, yeah, if you love them, it doesn't matter, but c'mon... Ugh Informal poll: Are you A) horrified at my superficial snipey attitude, or B) in agreement that SOMEONE shoulda taken her aside and gently advised against that travesty? No, I don't have anything better to do than look at celebrity pictures and criticize them... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I hope this hasn't already been posted! If it has, a thousand pardons... just thought it was relevant. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Um, turtle, didja forget somethin', darlin'? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yeah, you're right- pretty much anything is more fun when you don't get hurt. (I didn't say everything is more fun, 'cause I've heard there are people who like pain...) My buddy Doug laughed when I told him, and said "I'm sorry for laughing, but that is so classic you!" you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

4 (friends who jumped) and 2 (mishaps for me):0:0 Finally, after MONTHS of raving about skydiving to my whuffo friends, 4 of them jumped this weekend (in seperate pairs, not a big group) Two of them came over Friday night and watched almost ALL of my videos, which, admittedly, aren't that many, but how many whuffos do you know who would watch an entire AFF progression, random jumps, AND hours of tunnel time?? With enthusiasm? Well, after they left, and I was cleaning up, I went to take a sip out of my heavy glass Ron Jon mug. I brought it to my lips like I do everytime I sip a drink, only this time I brushed my right front tooth. And chipped it. My beautiful, gift-from-God, perfect smile was marred in a millisecond. So I cried. It's not actually that bad, and I'm having it fixed tomorrow, but try saying that to me then. THEN, my boyfriend bought me a mountain bike for my upcoming birthday. I bought the helmet, gloves and camelback and got suited up, lookin' like I knew what I was doing. We didn't make it a mile before I f'ed up, twisted the front tire, and took a handlebar full-force to my lower abdomen. I thought I was going to die. I felt a warm, spreading pain down my inner thigh, and all the way around to my back. Having never experienced soft-tissue trauma, this scared the shit out of me. That and the incredible, breath-sucking pain. Well, to make a long story less long, there was no internal bleeding, and I was just laid up for the rest of the weekend with Aleve, an icepack and a bunch of beer. That wouldn't be so bad except for the pain, and I didn't jump or get to see my friends jump. That was my weekend. Wah. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

You sure did! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Why, thank you! (OK, OK Irish-American. But I take my heritage very seriously!) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Of course, 'cause publicity from charitable activities can only make your organization look bad. What possible sense could that make? Fockin' morons. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

You'll have to talk to michele for approval on that one...and she'll tell you the requirements... BTW, I saw the pics from Houston...nice!!! Thanks!!

Morrison used two. 'Come on, baby, light my figh-ah' you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Heh heh heh. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Um, no, no I couldn't. But I have a friend who could! Want me to ask him? That's who I saw do it- I crashed on his couch after a long night of drinking and the next morning, he was sitting on the floor in front of me, in position, called my name to wake me, and lit a fart. It was the first thing I saw. Never before or since have I woken up laughing. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

OK, see, it works like this: You lie on your back, with your feet up and lean between them to light, so the flame is going up towards the pubic area... it's usually best to wear clothing to provide a layer between your skin and the fire... I've never done that. Seriously you guys. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Just last week a woman called Howard Stern and told him about burning off her pubes while trying to light her fart. Nice. A paragon of our species. Oh well, at least she didn't set her whole ass on fire. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Since they DIDN'T have that on the firecracker, the world has been spared this moron's progeny. I think the manufacturer deserves our thanks, frankly. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Read sig...The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself? Genius. Like which ones? I can think of a few: WARNING: Do not use hair dryer in bathtub WARNING: Coffee is extremely hot! WARNING: Superman costume will not enable wearer to fly and so on... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

BWAhahaha!! Ah jeez! I'm cryin' from laughin' so hard! Good one! Did anyone ever hear the urban legend about the guy who was trying to light his own fart, only it got half-way out, and in the excitement, he kinda sucked it back in- AFTER he'd lit it? Ew. Guys are so stupid sometimes. Really. How many women do you hear of doing shit like this? Not many. (Please don't flame me. I'm not trying to start a gender war. Just an observation. ) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Two girlfriends of mine Will tandem for the first time Sunday- I can't wait!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh! No, no, sweetie. I'm getting paid to do this. I would never have post-whored in class. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

So. I've been doing that all day. So have most of us. Just kidding (about the tone, not about all of us PW'ing all day at work) I've gotten a bit bitter about it, actually. I need some work to do around here!! You sound stoked, though, so rock on! Happy post whoring! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yay! But you get to make all new friends here and still keep your old ones! Which, I think, is very positive.

Yep. What he said. So, I didn't actually forget. I just wasn't explicit about the implicit. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

ACK!! How could I forget you? I bet we could get into lots of really fun trouble together! Muwahaha. MUWahaha! MUWAHAHAhahahah!!!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yoshi, I think we've met. Were you at Spaceland (maybe with some of the Pink Mafia?) earlier this year? Oh yeah, I've met some of the PM, too! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yeah, ya did. Look at post #199 and then you can apologize. Chris I'm still waiting for the boozehag to apologize. Umm wait a minute, pain drugs just kicked in. I thought you were Zenister. OK, now I apologize. I also want to meet Zennie and that's the truth.