RANT (maybe) I did this a couple of weeks ago with a couple of girlfriends, and I just want to offer a PSA to all of those considering it based on this glowing review. They have heats every 30 minutes for two days with up to 500 participants per heat. Now stop to think about that, the heat that I ran was relatively early (noon on the first day), so this meant that 3000 people had crawled through the exact same mud in the past couple hours that I was crawling through. Now, I have no delusions that mud is sanitary and am hardly a neat freak, but this really really grossed me out. And it smelled like people had done more than just crawl through it to be honest. I felt like I needed to prescribe myself an antibiotic as defense to the bugs that I am sure I picked up. But, it was kind of fun, and you get a fuzzy viking helmet to boot! RAVE the Squirting thread just may be the most amusing thing I have read in ages.
Rave: I'm such a little girl. When I heard John Nolan had joined back with Taking Back Sunday for the new album they are releasing a squealed like a 7 year old. I know I'll end up disappointed but what I've heard sounds good, like the old middle school Taking Back Sunday. Hehhaoomgogmogomgom
Rave: I think its funny that the Texas Statute prohibiting firearms in certain places is numbered 30.06. I wonder if they realized the irony in a popular rifle caliber being a statute number, disallowing firearms.
Rave: Rediscovered this board after about a year of having a girlfriend, therefore life. Rant: I haven't actually been doing that much. Rant: Girlfriend is now pregnant. Rave: Girlfriend is now pregnant. Rave: Hopefully a new, non-burger flipping job is lined up. (I do more than that, but not much) Rant: Not soon enough. Rant: My break from alcohol was interrupted a week after I found out I was going to be a Dad. I figured 'what the hell, I might as well fit it in while I still can.' Rave: Yay, drinking! How I've missed you...
Rant: I thought I'd surprise the girl by playing hooky from work today. Her response? "I'm still on antibiotics and having my period. Keep it in your pants." This must be like having a talented QB on your team and not having him available for the Super Bowl.
RANT: More thunderstorms headed this way, with hail. I guess it beats heat index of 105, but this cycle is nuts. Hail/possible tornado storms ->Satan's asshole humidity ->storms -> Apocalypse, etc. Fuck it. At least I'll be able to stop sweating for an hour. And maybe, if I get lucky, I'll get to FLYYYY.
Oh. My. God. This lady has won the Internet. "I just want to hug all of them, but I can't, because that's crazy! I can't hug every cat! BUT I JUST WANT TO, I WANT TO." I've watched this video five times, and still can't stop laughing. "WITH LITTLE BOWTIES!" Someone find her for me, so I might ask for her hand in marriage.
Rant: The storms that are coming threw Connecticut right now Rave: Thank God I cleaned the gutters after the last storm when the basement flooded. Rant: Thanks Channel 8 news for putting a picture of a tornado on the town I live in on your radar map. And then not saying anything about it for 5 minutes. I am sure nobody that lives here wanted to know what that meant or anything. Rave: Not a tornado, just some twisting action.
RANT: I could nearly taste my 4pm After Work Beer On Friday and then I got told today that I have to work on 2nd shift tomorrow night. Fucking lame.
I just spoiler everything now. Don't bother reading it. Spoiler RANT: Pretty sure now that I have IBS. I had a small meatball (probably 3 inch circumference, for a size reference) with some chillies in and my ass was painting the inside of the toilet within an hour. Was about as pleasant as it sounds. RANT: This thread. You guys all wonder why I don't date or fuck - because of threads like this. Reading threads like this are seriously eye-opening and interesting to read, particularly about the differences in individuals, but so completely overwhelming and intimidating for those of us (read: me) who are just, quite simply, bad at sex and will never be any good at sexual anything simply because it's too damn intimidating. It's times like this that staying out of the fucking (ha!) pool sounds far better than going in and humiliating myself even more than I've managed to in the past. Sorry about that. I just needed to vent. Carry on.
Rant: Went to the gym last night for the first time in about 4 months. Can barely lift my arms over my head. Fuck. Rave: In 6 short weeks I'll be staying 3 nights in a 4.5 star hotel in KL followed by lounging on a beach in Nam for 10 days. Hitting the gym and the beach holiday are not related.... Really..... Ok fuck it, I'm vain.
Rant: Some of you heathens think this is my fridge. No way, jose. It was one of my (soon former) tenant's.
Rant: Dropped my keys in the trunk as it closed. FUCK. Rant: Went over to PMO to see if they could help me out. MP over there told me that they couldn't do anything because my car has side airbags on it. Rant: Called a locksmith to open it up. Spent 55 bucks. Rave: He walked me through the process, told me what equipment to buy just in case I do it again, and was very helpful. Great guy.
Rave: Gilbert Arenas tweeting during his blind date for all the world to see. http://www.yardbarker.com/nba/artic...ert_arenas_live_tweeting_a_blind_date/4955236
Rave: just spent 4k on a toy. This is to date, the largest chunk of cash I've dropped without credit cards or financing. Could have saved it or put it towards student loans, but what fun is that? I figure most of my income while I'm not married or own a home will go towards travel and frivolous expenses such as this. It's easy to budget when rent, bills, loans, savings, and credit card payments are auto deducted on the 1st of each month and the company covers health insurance and 24-30 meals a week and has a generous 401k.
Rant: I'm an asshole not because I led a girl on, but because I "allowed her to lead herself on." Which is to say that even the cognitive dissonance inherent in the crying female couldn't convince her I hadn't been totally up front and forthcoming about shit, but I'm still an asshole anyway.
You have a penis don't you? Doesn't that automatically make you an asshole?* Anyway... RAVE: I will spend the next 72 hours dancing and twirling and jiggling my ass off in my little hippie world with my little hippie friends. I'm already planned for my Tuesday classes, so it's pedicure in the morning, braid my hair, throw on my favorite little dress, buy the vodka for the water ice slushies, and off I go to an alternate reality for a weekend. I. Can't. Wait. RANT: Lots of guilt since tomorrow night my favorite class ever graduates. I am so torn and sad that I won't be there to share in their pride and wish them well. They were the kind of class of which every teacher dreams. Love those kids. RANT: I'm wondering if God is punishing me for choosing debauchery and fun over my kiddos since my man's recently single ex-girlfriend will be there tomorrow. Since he was one of my best friends waaaaaaaaay before we were ever anything more (and will be if/when this whateveritis ends), I am full well aware that this chick is his "one that got away." It will be interesting. RAVE: Did I mention the vodka water ice slushies? Yippee! *Just breaking balls of course...we all know how much I adore the male species.
Rave: I had the weirdest dream. Initially, it started out with me being at my childhood home. My mom, my dad and my sister were there. I was looking up at my dad and I told him he was the greatest and he smiled. Then he grabbed a briefcase and I walked him to the door. After I shut the door behind him, I noticed that there were things that were off in the house. The window next to the door was too big, the steps were tilted, and I realized 'Holy Shit, this is a dream! I can try to make it anything I want!!!' Rave: I successfully conjured a very naked and very willing bartender from around the corner in my dream. Jesus, she was hot. We start to have sex and... RANT: Some kid runs through the room, breaks the spell and I wake up. GAH! RANT: I need to get laid according to my subconscious. And my conscious.