Just wanted to say that Jello shooters are indeed wonderful, though microbiology students should NOT be allowed to make them in plastic petri dishes. That’s what we always wind up with at school events, and it creeps everyone out because it looks like blood agar.
Plus there’s just no good way to eat jello out of a petri dish without a spoon.
On preview, thanks for the link to the shroom thread. I’ve never partaken myself, but I find being around people who have highly entertaining.
I love ¦:•)'s screen name! (from your second link)
I broke my knif cutting my own ear off. so yours is safe,
for now.
‘knife’ even
Can a mod please explain why my post count just dropped by 45 posts???!
For threatening me with physical violence. Try it again and you’ll find yourself a newbie again very quickly.
Okay, I will entertain you with a story of what happened about 10 yrs ago with my hubby (yes, it’s a drunk story). 
A little background first. I had bought hubby a pager. It was a gift. One I was so proud to give. He didn’t have one and thought this was just state of the art shit.
Hubby tells me he is going to a birthday cookout for a very close friend. I had to work that evening. I knew when I seen the bottle of Wild Turkey there was going to be trouble that evening. So another friend comes by picks him up and off they go. He has his pager so I can get a hold of him if need be.
Well I come home that evening. Mad. I couldn’t reach him and he wasn’t returning calls. So I find him in the recliner practically passed out, looking like he had been in a brawl with god only knows what. Cut up bloodied, bruised etc. So I ask him what the hell happened. He comes up with this really tall drunken tale that him and his friend had gotten into it. So I call to verify what he had told me and his friend says no that’s not what happened. And since his friend hadn’t had anything to drink (he was the designated driver) I knew I could get the truth.
Picture this. Hubby is over at the cookout totally blitzed. He was on the deck that also had green avocado refridgerator. Hubby goes to lean on the fridge, because he couldn’t stand up any longer. Did I mention the deck had no railing and that the fridge had wheels on it? Hubby didn’t know that either. He goes sailing over the deck with this ugly green fridge attacking him all the way.
Hubby ended up loosing his pager in this whole ordeal. Which is why I couldn’t contact him, it was burried in the mud and crushed by the fridge. I was soooo mad at him. I couldn’t see straight. I look back on it now and it’s very funny, but at the time I was pissed.
So I’m telling my friend from Illinois this story and all she can say is “The refridgerator had wheels on it”? I said “Honey this is Tennessee the houses got wheels here”!
Well it’s gettin’ late and I’m getting tired. Thank you guys for keeping me entertained while everyone else was busy.
Must be some buddhist hamsters.