oldscratch: And Arnold, I will definetely keep you updated. I’ll also do my best to do anything to resole any lingering doubts you might have regarding my gender.
Rasa: If you need references or character witnesses, scratchie, let me know.
Me: Are you sure you know everything Rasa? Remember Brandon Teena!
If I did exist I probably would have thought that. Actually, if it does turn out that I do exist I’ll probably get over it. In reality if a bear caught me in the woods and that was all he did to me I’d be relieved. Actually the bear would be too. Get it?
BAD PUN POLICE!
What?
YOU’RE COMING WITH US!
What no! You can’t prove nothing copper! ARrrrgghhh!
And some of us are too nice to either hijack the topic or get invited to be members of a posse sammich or get mentioned in the crush thread. I’ve learned to deal with and accept my inferiority.
Actually, I’m quite an intelligent fuck, and I know about your Raggedy Ann because the little family that lives in your pills and work down at the laundromat came over for one of my famous “dinner and an orgy” parties last night, and while one of them whipped another one’s tiny ass with a tiny little whip, he told me that you FUCKING HAVE A RAGGEDY ANN! So it’s settled, really.
…I should probably consider either more drugs or less, and I don’t know which…
All I know is I can’t post after I see a post from Dire Wolf, 'cuz as soon as I see his (her?) name I get the Dire Wolf song in my head and I lose my senses for a few minutes…
I wish I knew kunilou, Many’s the time I’ve labored long and hard to skillfully craft a post of unusual intelligence, sensitivity, and wit to lay before the masses, with expectations that, in front of computer screens across the world, readers were clutching their sides and rolling on the floor laughing, or were transfixed in awe of my brilliant insight, and what do I get?
The dull, distant sound of a muffled clank
Ya ingrates!
Actually, a lot of times I have an opinion, but I really don’t have anything new to add, so I don’t. I think that’s true for most dopers. After a thread has been around for a while, it kind of reaches critical mass, and expires of it’s own weight, or devolves into a vehicle for shameless flirting.
FairyChatMom, how YOU doing?
Anyway, kunilou, it’s not just you, It happens to all of us at one time or another.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.