I post a ton. Yes, it’s true. Just look at my post count. No, no, it’s okay, I admit it. Sometimes I even post gasp too much.
::deep breath::
But from now on (should I have started this perhaps a few thousand posts ago?) only meaningful or interesting posts from me. And I need your help.
Yes, you. ::Points to random doper:: I need your help.
Ask me something. Anything. Whatever you want. I can’t promise I’ll answer (there are some things I won’t get into;)), but hey, when are you ::Points to same random doper:: going to get a chance like this?
Is it true you drank so much “hard lemonade” at RTFirefly’s house and hurled all over the deck? I hear that Opal Cat has proof on her website that you drank (like, er, you admitting it?)
Oh, and another question, of all the religions and their interpretations of God, which one is correct?
In a recent Pit thread, you made reference to a place where you volunteer your time, but have recently been taking a lot of crap from people. Where do you volunteer, and what keeps you coming back?
Mormons. Didn’t you see that episode of South Park?
Sigh. Both.
[sub]Mortals.[/sub]
See my answer to Arwen’s question.
I volunteer at FACETS, which stands for Fairfax Area Christian Education and Transitional Services, or something like that.
That attack was this past Thursday. I should have gone today, but felt like a cooling-off period was probably for the best.
I will most likely go back next thursday (for my next shift) because there are people there who need me, regardless of the crap that others would like to inflict. I won’t be as involved as I was (I was doing stuff there that they didn’t ask of me), but . . . eh, whatever. I’m not very good at basketball anyway.
Yes, I actually took a picture of my nude behind once, but the picture was so horribly out of focus that I didn’t even bother saving it.
And I took that picture for a doper.
But it doesn’t exist anymore (the picture), which would make sending it to you somewhat challenging. There are, however, pictures of me semi-naked online. Use a search engine and I’m sure you’ll find one:)
Back when I was a child (good LORD, now I know why my post count is so high! It’s from explaining this so many times!) I had a paddington bear doll. I could not, of course, pronounce “paddington” at the tender age of two 'na haff; I could, though, say “punha!”, or as it came out of my mouf, more like “p’n-hah!”
When I got my first email address, I was punha@hotmail.com. And when I got tired of hotmail (email abuse and such from other annoying people), I switched eventually to netscape email.
Someone had punha@hotmail.com, for whatever bizarro reason, so I thought to myself . . . “I am punha . . . iampunha!” and that’s the name I’ve used for more services than I can think of. Sometimes I’ll get a random pop-up window and register for something for kicks, and I’ll find out I already did, and with the name iampunha (same password as I almost always use, too).
I (as in eye)
am (as in am)
p’n (sort of like a strange pronunciation of the “pan” in “rampant”; think of the U as a gracenote)
ha (hah).
I hear that Opal Cat has proof on her website that you drank (like, er, you admitting it?)