Pointless Announcements

I'm not particularly concerned about people playing their cards at face value. I'm sure as fuck not: It's the Interblogz. Nah, I'm more interested in people telling stories--true or not--and doing such in a manner that involves the shift key.

 

Deat Chums (if any):

It's one thing to pretend that you're a dude when you're not (or vice versa), but it's entirely different when you pretend to be both a hot chick gettin' laid AND a medieval astronomer who's the namesake for space probes. It gets weird when you won't tell the staff what you're doing and why.

It's when people tell stories and expect a response that causes a problem. There wasn't any "running off". She/he/it wouldn't come clean on The Game.

 

I am concerned with people playing their cards at face value. But maybe I am sensitive to that for personal reasons.
As far as I'm concerned, if you're going to come here to play a game with people, you might as well come with some cajones. Otherwise you're just another wordy fuck on the internet. That's a commodity about as rare as dog shit in central park.

 

I don't play cards but I live in a house of cards.

 

I can play Go Fish! (<----I even used the Shift Key)


--- merged: Dec 6, 2012 at 8:25 AM ---
You is Kind.
You is Smart.
You is Important.

 

Holy Smokes! She must own a thigh master!

 

Impossible. She must have a dwarf up there holding on to it.

 

I betcha that's it!

 

Snatching snatch-midget?

Impressive.

 

You guys having a good time so far? Alright then. This next song goes out to that dude up there in the wheel chair. Your a pyscho fucker alright? This one's for you, it's a fast one. It's the title track off our second one, it's called As The Palaces Burn

 

OH ladies' night. My friend and I were only 2 of maybe 6 ladies. That's how I like it. Cheap booze with lower prices.

 

There is a big guy at this coffee shop quietly crying in his booth. He was fine a few minutes ago.

I want to go give him a hug, but I don't know if it's appropriate. Help.

Edit: I wrote "hugs if you need it" on a napkin and dropped it off at his table and ran away. He came over when I got back to my booth and told me it was very sweet and explained that he was overwhelmed because he failed part of his board exam (he's an MD/PhD student) and just found out yesterday and feels overwhelmed.

 

Good deeds come to good deed doers

 

I wouldn't. He might misconstrue it.
Contact is called for, imo, though. Maybe get him a coffee and ask if he wants to talk to a stranger.

 

Or they get their legs blown off in Afghanistan.

*rimshot*

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Pfft, if I see you crying in public I'm going to walk by 'n drop a napkin on your table that says "PUSSY!"

Unless you're holding your dead child or dog (Borla), crying in public is uber tacky.

Real men have their tear ducts replaced with bottle openers.

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The X-mas Music Mash-Up on this company's technical support line is absolutely ridiculous.

It's like our boy Remixer did some euro trash remixes of all your favorite '90s-era jazzy holiday rock.

 

Ok, I just remembered why I don't like bath oil.
I feel like I need a rescue worker to come along and bathe me in Dawn.
Gross.

 

HAH! I just imagined you as the fuzzy baby penguin on the bottle I have downstairs. Hilarious. You were wearing your glasses.