Rebecca

Here's my contribution... http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=383664#383664 I hope they come home soon, too. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Bwahahaha!!! "Fuck! Ass!" Dude- that was funny. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

If you leave a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I've been doing extensive research, and all of my findings support this assertion... 'Course, like a good skeptic, I wouldn't just take my word for it- I'd require a demonstration. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. On average, right-handed people live nine years longer than left-handed people. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Mel Blanc was allergic to carrots. Marilyn Monroe had eleven toes. (personal fav) The word 'lethologica' describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. (rough etymology: the river Lethe in Greek mythology is where the dead would drink after crossing Styx to forget their lives; 'logica' is some shit in Latin meaning 'logic' or something crazy like that) Banging your head against the wall uses 150 calories an hour. This is my current activity. Think I might drop a few pounds? China has more English speakers than the U.S. there's so much more... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I had a shooting dream, too- standing on a street in Paris, next to the Seine, a blond guy I don't know wearing jeans, an old German army camo jacket, and mirrored sunglasses walked across a bridge, pointed a gun at my friend on the sidewalk (on the other side of an SUV), then looked at me (I was frozen), re-aimed at almost point-blank range, and shot me in the throat. The weird thing is that shot went through from the side, ripping the front of my throat out, as opposed to shredding my spinal column going out the back. I fell face-down on the cobblestone street, which was cold and wet, and felt the blood coming out, which was warm and wet. I was facing the curb, lying in the shadow of the SUV (it was a Land Rover), and listening to the guy calmly walk away while my friend screamed for help. Then I heard the ambulance in the distance, with the European siren (nee-ner-nee-ner-nee-ner), and I kept blinking and thinking, "BREATH, just breath, keep breathing." I woke up somewhere around there. Pretty freakin' trippy... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

SWEEEET! WHAT does MINE say? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Where's you car, dude? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Isn't anyone gonna make me a sammich? (PB&J with the crusts cut off, and a tall glass of frothy milk, please! ) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

DUDE! Let me know how it was- I'm going to see them on the 25th here in Houston. Have fun!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Ohhhh- you are SO not my favorite person right now... I'm gonna go hurl (not easy on an empty stomach) ugh. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yes, yes, brownies are good. We need eggs and any other 'special' ingredients you can think of... just kidding...about the special ingredients, not the brownies. Feed me, Seymore!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Somebody make me a sammich!! Another whoreish post brought to you byThe Mistress of Insanity you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Come on down and find out! Hee hee!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

That would be my guess... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'll miss you, dude. Take care of yourself, and if you ever get down to Houston, shoot me a PM, and we'll welcome you in true Texas style! Good luck!!

Bwahahaha!! I'm glad somebody said it! Can anyone translate? What does it mean? I'm so confused! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Hi all, forgot I had posted this yesterday, so I figured I'd reply to all you kind folks who gave me some support... Oh, update: still frustrated --> Oh well, day's almost over.

SWEET! See you at the DZ in 30 minutes, Jim!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

~~~***------***~~~ Good luck Steve!!!

*groan* Well, since it's raining anyway, how 'bout some vibes for a power outage so I can go home... WOW! OMG! No kidding- the second I typed that, the lights went out! Annnnd- they're back. Damn these back-up systems! Since you asked... here's what it looks like right now... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I searched for others, but they had been hijacked (gasp!), so here's a new one: I HATE MY M'F'IN' JOB SO MUCH SOMETIMES!!! I'm going crosseyed staring at speadsheet after spreadsheet after spreadsheet and all the numbers look the same and just when I think everything ties out the way it's supposed to I missed one teensy-tiny cell that was hiding in the corner or right under my nose and it's all fucked!!! ARRRGHH!! Whew. Thanks all, I needed that. Well, back to the grindstone...

Don't you mean Messico? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?