Junkie, how many times do I have to blatantly tell someone that I absolutely do not want them knowing where I live before they get the point?

gwenhwyfar wrote:NO IT MUST NOT DIE!!!

i have a question. what is sugar alcohol? i've seen it listed in the ingredients of many diet/diabetic foods.

and where the hell do i find sexy irish men with cool tattoos and a twin brother, who kill criminals to make the world a better place and stuff? mmmmmmmm.......yummy.

sugar alkie? google google google. i googled it and found a bunch of shit, but not alot pertinent.

sexy irish man w/blaggggggggggghhhhhhh.....
um.....
want ads?
sebuda has a brother close enough to be a twin and he is into the kill criminals thing... but hes scotish and spoken for.. plus no tatts
so the closest i know is out
sounds like a wrestling gimmick. meet more wrestlers.

Ligeia wrote:Junkie, how many times do I have to blatantly tell someone that I absolutely do not want them knowing where I live before they get the point?

i dont think theres a count for that. your mother is pretty hellbent on figuring that out. maybe if you just stare her down and say.. "look.. JC and Scrow arent my bitches, they are my pimps.." she will leave ya alone?? j/k.
seriously, i have no idea. shes not gonna leave it alone, thats obvious. probably gonna get your brother asking too. but i wouldnt tell her regardless. and giving her a wrong address in your area means she now knows where the ..um area.. where you live is....
id just keep ducking the question as much as possible. maybe even bait her with "ill tell you later, but only if you stop asking..." lol
or just let her talk to me for a few hours about a three hour tour.........

I guess I wouldnt mind her knowing if she werent being so stalkerish about it. plus I know she will be kncking on my door at damnitt o'clock in the morning with some psychotic fit.

HAHAHAHA! ya, my pimps.

Junkie Christ,
(Sorry I asked Lady Ivanna this first but,I'll throw in another question to make it more original to answer)
Within the past couple of weeks I have mysteriously lost my lust for life. Any solutions on how to get it back?
And why do I keep having dreams that I vividly butcher atleast one person a night? So far I have been butching everyone from the SCA to Wesly Snipes to random people here and there. All of which never physically try to harm me? (Hence the avatar)

Codeine Coma wrote:Junkie Christ,
(Sorry I asked Lady Ivanna this first but,I'll throw in another question to make it more original to answer)
Within the past couple of weeks I have mysteriously lost my lust for life. Any solutions on how to get it back?
And why do I keep having dreams that I vividly butcher atleast one person a night? So far I have been butching everyone from the SCA to Wesly Snipes to random people here and there. All of which never physically try to harm me? (Hence the avatar)

sorry it took me so long to respond, missed your post.
I dunno man. It slides sometime. I have this happen alot and i think it comes from the way our sociery places values on shit that dont matter to us... maybe its just the monotony of life. Who knows why... the point is it happens. glad that wasnt the question.. but in regards to getting it back step one is isolation of the cause. Figure out what causes it. Step one of any war is know your enemy. Find yours. More often than not its yourself, but you never know. The second step is either a) confronting the cause or B) finding things you can do to remind you why you do what you do anyway. A man as rich in life (and you know im not talking about money) is the prime suspect for this emotion in my mind... the keyword is family. Family will do strange things to a mans mind... But they are (when its your own) always the best tool for building an aresnal. Id also reccommend since your a song writer, to write you way through some of it. Find times when your half awake half alive and not thinking about it, pick up the pen and write.
Evaluate all the things in life that you used to enjoy, all the things you like, all the things you hate, and see what the odds are. In the end the cause and the cure is within you somewhere, its a matter of finding it.........
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Because your such a passive person by nature, it seems only fitting all the things that you deny in life would surface in dreams. id enjoy the ride and dream the fantasy as long as it keeps you from killing them in reallife
another thing to look at : WHO YOUR KILLING.
i guarantee you each butchering has some tie to your mind, if you look hard enough.. you can see it.
In essence, i do believe we would all be mass murderers if the circumstances were right. We all have it in us. But everyone has a reason for their targets. there is no such thing as random
even a random shooting, you had a cause to do it. maybe its just the plain and simple antisocial urge or contempt for the way others live their lives... maybe a memory in you that would trigger the cause, but there is always a cause.
Even the coldest man ever born had a deciding moment that made him that way

hope i can help some.
in closing, call me sometime, i lost your number
later

ok, here's a question for you.... are you ever going to answer my other question? the one i posted back when ppl were still talking about the silica gel packets in shoe boxes?

Okie doke, not letting this biznitch disappear...

Which will bottom out first, the American IQ or the world meat supply (taken out due to the f-Atkins diet)?

Kilashayne wrote:

junkie christ wrote:

Coor wrote:

(i knew the word for the chemical but i dont know)

I belive that they are called saline gel packets. I could, and I most likely am wrong though.

theres a chemical in them thats toxic though.thats what i cant remember. scilica or something? i dunno. cant think of it.

they're silica gel packets, they absorb excess moisture and keep the contents of the boxes they're in from being damaged from the humidity. they're actually not toxic, but it's not a good idea to eat them - it can make you sick but it won't kill ya. (TMI i know but i couldn't help myself.)

http://science.howstuffworks.com/question206.htm for more info, in case you're just dying to know more

anyway, on to my question.
Why do siblings of the different genders get along so much better than those of the same gender? (or at least appear to get a long better....)

i did answer this post and KG ate it.
but anyway, i dunno. i guess theres more protection and less cock waving.
thats really a strange question, my brother is a drama queen (henceforth a pussy which makes him female) and we dont get along for shit
depends on the people.

Kilashayne wrote:Why do siblings of the different genders get along so much better than those of the same gender? (or at least appear to get a long better....)

In my experience, it really depends on the people. My two brothers always seemed to get along better with each other than they did with me. The middle brother and I especially spent our childhoods fighting (with me usually winding up bruised). They always had more in common with each other than either did with me. This is not to say that I don't get along with my brothers- I like them, they're funny- just that they have more in common with each other.

Query- Why did they name the prison in New York "Sing Sing?"

Imp wrote:

Kilashayne wrote:Why do siblings of the different genders get along so much better than those of the same gender? (or at least appear to get a long better....)

In my experience, it really depends on the people. My two brothers always seemed to get along better with each other than they did with me. The middle brother and I especially spent our childhoods fighting (with me usually winding up bruised). They always had more in common with each other than either did with me. This is not to say that I don't get along with my brothers- I like them, they're funny- just that they have more in common with each other.

Query- Why did they name the prison in New York "Sing Sing?"

because when in prison and joining the ironclad brotherhood, theres nothing more fun than singing. nothing.

OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

Ligeia wrote:OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

i
could
kill
you
for
that

junkie christ wrote:

Ligeia wrote:OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

i
could
kill
you
for
that

Codeine Coma wrote:Junkie Christ,
(Sorry I asked Lady Ivanna this first

Sorry I wasn't able to answer your question very well. Honestly, I don't know you personally so it was actually impossible to give anything other than a silly answer......if I did know you, I would have been able to give you a better answer....mebbe.

Ligeia wrote:OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

Now I'm going to have to watch Lion King, and puke. Damn you.


And now a question for JC: Why is it that whenever I stop working out, I get warmer than when I was working out?

iblis wrote:

Ligeia wrote:OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

Now I'm going to have to watch Lion King, and puke. Damn you

LMFAO! I do strive for that affect.

iblis wrote:

Ligeia wrote:OOOOOOOO Iiiiv'e got a lov-ely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle dee dee!!!!! hmm hmmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm!

Now I'm going to have to watch Lion King, and puke. Damn you.


And now a question for JC: Why is it that whenever I stop working out, I get warmer than when I was working out?

its because at heart your so warm and fuzzy

Was the thread getting a little too far down the list for your comfort, Junkie?