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No worries, that's just a heart attack. I get them all the time.

Humorous.

Thank you.

Think nothing of it, Cram.

OH, SNAP!

["That which is not Chaos, is Illusion. Which is also Chaos."]

"That which is not Chaos, is Illusion.  Which is also Chaos."


Just sort of popped into my head this morning. 

Dig it.

No worries, that's just a heart attack. I get them all the time.

Humorous.

Thank you.

OP:

Everyone gets butthurt once in a while, but REAL muffukas should have the common sense to realize how much of an asshole they are and get over it.

I guess my point is that freedom of speech is over rated, and I think a theocracy would solve that problem.

Thanks

I am not doing this next term.

of course, next term if all goes well I'll be interning in a lab.

...Like a boss.

Also I think I might barf. Oh god what did I do to myself?

No worries, that's just a heart attack. I get them all the time.

That sounds mind blowingly difficult. Mucho props.

I juggle 12 credits max and whine like a bitch about it.

Good luck/ good decision.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/whistle_past_the_graveyard

Enter: my new favorite phrase.

And then Oysters comes along with a short term solution, one that I have tried on many occasions.  Problem is, the crud the next day is worse, because you can't staple a grin on your face and look like your mask didn't crack, and it gives the crew the jimjams.

Psh. You and your relentless logic.

YOU'RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF YOUR OWN SMILE, DOK! You just gotta buckle down and chase that unicorn across that crowded highway, high on life and new age scripture!

Try some of our locally grown "fresh" florida oranges. The people on the commerical seem all sorts of smiley.

This is one reason I don't watch TV.  Everyone on TV seems so fucking unreasonably HAPPY.  Especially the freaks they have as anchors on the news.  BIG FUCKING SMILE while we talk about the world economy shitting while bankers steal everything that isn't nailed down and half the shit that IS...And aren't they just CHEERFUL BASTARDS under that solemn look while they talk about random shootings?

If I had my way, all of those cocksuckers AND the bastards that write commercials would be dropped off at 4th & I-10 and left there to die in whichever gruesome manner the locals think of first.

...her body was found in six different areas of the county, and police suspect her father was involved.
In other news, a kitten with a real voice sings happy birthday to her owner!

And then Oysters comes along with a short term solution, one that I have tried on many occasions.  Problem is, the crud the next day is worse, because you can't staple a grin on your face and look like your mask didn't crack, and it gives the crew the jimjams.

Psh. You and your relentless logic.

YOU'RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF YOUR OWN SMILE, DOK! You just gotta buckle down and chase that unicorn across that crowded highway, high on life and new age scripture!

Try some of our locally grown "fresh" florida oranges. The people on the commerical seem all sorts of smiley.

...the fuck? 

I...

This...it just...

wha-...?

EXPLAIN YOURSELF, 1960'S!!!!

CHEAP ETHER-BASE METH AND PHARMACEUTICALS FOR EVERYBODY

Oh, well...that explains it.

Sorry for yelling at you, much beloved decade that brought us wonderful creations such as whatever is on the wikipedia page for 1960s.

...the fuck? 

I...

This...it just...

wha-...?

EXPLAIN YOURSELF, 1960'S!!!!

I like to counteract the feeling of my body telling me to set downtown on fire by drinking a quarter bottle of jack daniels and watching 30 Rock for four consecutive hours until I fall asleep crying.

I take special comfort in knowing our city council "doesn't" have people thrown out onto the streets for practicing free speech, our schools "do" have respect for all religions and ethnicities, and the police "don't" pull over and pull guns on minorities for having legally obtained a gun permit.

Because that would be unfortunate.

Thanks, all!
Improbably enough, I'm not hung over at all today.

It's a birthday miracle!

I, too, aspire to not die for thirty consecutive years.

SRSLY, though. Happy B-day!
Do something awesome to celebrate.

Amazingly, I don't want sex all the time.  I want to sleep in.  Go away and leave me alone.  I'm trying to read on the Kindle...oh, OK, that works, so long as I can rest it on your head.  Little too much bobbing, lets try something else.

You, sir, are a genuine and bonafide gentleman.

What's wrong with wanting sex all the time?

I was being facetious.

As was I. 

OH SHIT! It's like inception!