Just relax. Let me tell you why…
Nurse Ratchett?
Duuuuuuuude,…sweeeeeeeeeeeet.
You gonna bogart that thing?..
…don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Thanks. I feel better already.
Uncle Jack? Is that you?
I thought it was ‘‘when you want to go through it.’’
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I always thought this song was about abstinence. Seriously. Apparently it’s about anal sex.
This thread is not about anal sex. Don’t worry. Relax…
Perhaps you would be kind enough to first provide some information?
Just the basic facts would probably be sufficient.
Can you pin down exactly what’s bothering you?
The information is the information. Don’t worry.
Pinning down is not natural, and hurts, so … no. Relax…
So it doesn’t hurt, ok. It feels like you’re disappearing into the distance -
Like a ship far off at sea, where all I can see is the smoke above the horizon.
The volume of what you’re saying is rising and falling.
I can see that you’re trying to tell me something, but I can’t hear anything.
It reminds me of when I was a kid and I got really sick with a fever -
My hands swelled up to twice their usual size, almost like balloons.
It kind of feels like that again right now.
I can’t really explain it, you probably wouldn’t understand.
I’m not usually like this.
I have become agreeably insensate.
Anyway, I’ll try to relax and play a guitar solo now.
This thread makes me…jittery.
Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry-- no, don’t tell me to relax! Stop! Oh, now you’ve done it!
OG SMASH!
I could hear this clear over in another thread. What on earth are you people doing in here?
Not anal sex. So far that’s all I’ve got.
Don’t knock it, my ex-wife would have gravitated to this thread on that basis alone.
Thanks; I’m so relaxed, I don’t care if I’m the only one to post here in days…
…c’mon in. I’ve got a pitcher of margaritas with bitters and limes added. And tortilla chips with PB&J on 'em (mmmmmmm…)…