I concur.

Well, then... I am now confident I am not a moron...



No one is fucking me.

:p

Waaaah, waaaaaaaaaaah.

Well someone *is* fucking morons and they are breeding cause I am surrounded.

Dilute it with boiled water (allowed to cool) then you can use bigger containers, perhaps.

It's one of those relative things, someon, moron and moston.

Maybe two morons make a moston?

Golly, the theory of relativity discussed right here. :spin:

Filtered through the moronosphere ( for the Flesh Gordon fans).

You think not? Turn on the national news any day. :yikes:

http://www.thepalacesaloon.com/

We've been there a couple times..... very low key! :cheers:

I'm a little annoyed right now. Something didn't go the way I wanted it to, and I'm pretty sure it was my mistake. Now, mistakes happen and can be corrected. It's okay to make them, but for some reason I'd rather just be mad. Trying to get perspective back.

So long as you fix it, get as mad as you like.

Jax, sometimes you just have to blow up before you can calm down to fix the problem.

I did some throwing with my knives yesterday and now my shoulder hurts. Think I can impose on a couple of wonderful Pixie ladies for a good rub down?

I have been highly encouraged to apply for a job that could change my whole life. I really need to use Pixies as a reference and work sample for it but because it is in academia I can not. If I don't get the job because you guys are all pervs I am going to personally beat each of you. If I do get the job, I will still beat each of you :p

No problem. Tell me who they are and I'll be happy to write a letter of introduction and chronicle my personal endorsement. :nod: