Pegasus

I've never posted a political rant on social media before. It feels vaguely cathartic. 
 
I think I'm going to throw up. 

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Mrs Jones, your husband was just brought to the hospital. Apperantly he was masturbating with a belt sander, and something got stuck. But I do have some good news...

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"Dear NGD,
 
I find this immensely silly.
 
Signed,
Fluffy Lizardlips"

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I saw this on my "New Urban Legends" module. The amazing thing is, Snopes says it's true.
 

 
I'm not a religious man, but if I were...

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Odd injury, huh? Thanksgiving, 1987. I was using a knife to cut bread for the dressing. I was pulling the blade across the bread with relative ease, when after several strokes I noticed a streak of red on the knife. Huh, what's that? I thought as I glanced down at the bread seeing a pool of red liquid. The realization that it must be my own blood was more of a "Duh!" moment than a "AAAAAGH!" one. I looked at my finger, one on my deformed left hand, and saw that I had cut cleanly halfway through and that it was hanging there. Those fingers have no bones--I was very lucky not to have sliced the entire thing off. Funny thing is, there was no pain. I could feel something, but it didn't hurt. So I said in a matter-of-fact voice "Hey Mom, look at this." I remember being surprised at her reaction. She was horrified. I couldn't understand the panic even though the blood was now trickling down my arm and all over the bread. I was fascinated. Of course, her reaction was really the more apprpriate one and probably saved my finger. I still have a scar running across that finger. I should add that even though it never hurt beyond some slight throbbing the next day, I later developed phantom pains. Not really pain, but...ok, lemme see if I can explain it. Run your wet finger along a chalkboard slowly sometime. Then imagine that sensation coming from the inside of your finger...just bleah.
 
Now, as for stupid injuries, don't get me started...!

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*YAAAWN.*
 
I'm sorry...did you say something?
 
 

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Has anyone else noticed that the non-political threads have a way of diving headlong into the area of boring drivel, cutesy comments, pun attacks, references to Kara's tits, references to Kara and Rachel's relationship, references to Rachel's temper, inside jokes only a handful of people get, blather, nattering, and other trivia.

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And now, for some Moo Haiku... ahem:
 
 
"Moos" in the pasture
It's like moooooosic to my ears
Hoo-boy, it's a moose!
 
Chewing on my cud
Serendipity my muse...
Or did I mean mooooooos?
 
Cannot take a nap!
In fear of vile cow tipping!
Insomniac cow!
 
 
EDIT: Sorry.
 
Mags

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I've decided on a new avatar

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I've decided on a new avatar

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I have this image in my head of Gandalf on a road trip. He *really* has to go to the bathroom, but the next restroom is 50 miles down the highway. So he's in the back seat of the car, desperately trying to hold it.
 
YOU.....SHALL.....NOT......PASS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Cool! There's a 1984 commercial for Dungeons & Dragons!? I don't remember that at all!

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It's new NABISCO TITS!
Try our regular tits--bbq tits--cheese tits
**Now in sour cream and onion!**
 
You can't eat just one! And don't forget to try our new TATER TITS!
 
 
 
Mr. Carlin, I do apologize. :bounce:

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I don't know if it would help anyone, but I am in the mood to be kicked around by attractive women and the wife is out of town. Anyone know of some hotties looking to blow off steam?
 
Anyone?
 

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I can see it on the Convention Horror Stories thread now:
 
I love going to cons dressed up! I have this chainmail bikini, it says its supposed to be a size 5, but with a few minor adjustments I find it can hold a woman 4 times that size! The only problem is when it the links grab onto my chest hairs--ouch! So anyway, I'm at the con in my chainmail bikini and my cat ears (meow!) and there's this guy following me everywhere! He won't tell me his name, only that he is "Mighty!" I mean, he's dressed like Barney Fife with a big clown nose and he's carrying this inflatable sheep. What a freak! Anyway, long story short...I wake and he's gone leaving nothing but a half deflated sheep, and I can't reach the key to the handcuffs. And the peanut butter is starting to itch! But the worst part is, he won't call me! Please, Mighty, call me! I need you...
 
 
 

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I can see it on the Convention Horror Stories thread now:
 
I love going to cons dressed up! I have this chainmail bikini, it says its supposed to be a size 5, but with a few minor adjustments I find it can hold a woman 4 times that size! The only problem is when it the links grab onto my chest hairs--ouch! So anyway, I'm at the con in my chainmail bikini and my cat ears (meow!) and there's this guy following me everywhere! He won't tell me his name, only that he is "Mighty!" I mean, he's dressed like Barney Fife with a big clown nose and he's carrying this inflatable sheep. What a freak! Anyway, long story short...I wake and he's gone leaving nothing but a half deflated sheep, and I can't reach the key to the handcuffs. And the peanut butter is starting to itch! But the worst part is, he won't call me! Please, Mighty, call me! I need you...
 
 
 

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I can see it on the Convention Horror Stories thread now:
 
I love going to cons dressed up! I have this chainmail bikini, it says its supposed to be a size 5, but with a few minor adjustments I find it can hold a woman 4 times that size! The only problem is when it the links grab onto my chest hairs--ouch! So anyway, I'm at the con in my chainmail bikini and my cat ears (meow!) and there's this guy following me everywhere! He won't tell me his name, only that he is "Mighty!" I mean, he's dressed like Barney Fife with a big clown nose and he's carrying this inflatable sheep. What a freak! Anyway, long story short...I wake and he's gone leaving nothing but a half deflated sheep, and I can't reach the key to the handcuffs. And the peanut butter is starting to itch! But the worst part is, he won't call me! Please, Mighty, call me! I need you...