Oh, absolutely. I was just thinking that could be like the "TIB funfact/The More You Know..." thingy for the day.
Can't wait to get on the water tonight. Fun thread no doubt, as you guys can tell I don't mind this topic, I think its funny. My twin and I joke about this quite a bit. For some reason the therapist I work best with tend to be young women, but before any makes any snarky comments (which feel free to), just remember I have severe mommy issues so working with middle aged women is a no go, and dude therapist? Thats just weird.
What could go wrong? So she's aware of your crazy sooner than the average bear. Better to get it all out in the open instead of hiding it for years. APA said it's just a guideline, not a commandment. Sheesh.
Hey, I'm not crazy, I'm just....I just need.... dam, hmmm Lets not set the bar too high. Compared to ToyToys roommate I'm very well adjusted and healthy.
Hey! Who doesn't love a fluffy chick sitting on a tree branch for no apparent reason? I'm pulling these out during every future event. Thank God no film was rolling when I was getting on the damn thing.
You mean there's not going to be an "out takes" section of the Deluxe version of the DVD? I don't want it, then.
Yeah... I'm looking forward to it. I really, really, REALLY hope DC beats the living shit out of Jon Jones... can't stand that guy. He may be a great fighter, but he's a piece of shit of a human being.
Same. I really like DC. Jones is good, but he's like the mayweather of the mma. I wanna see his ass get pounded. Bloodied up and just like a revenge style beating. I think my family knows this is kinda the last hoorah for a bit so they're coming over for the food. Should be entertaining. I like being that guy who provides the food, because then they gotta me nice to me and act like assholes to each other. It's a damn Florida police blotter every time. While I just sit back with a beer and cigar and smile.
Looks like a tattoo in the making, go for it... Ever since last nights and todays weird convo about my therapist this song has been in my head
I'm out of bourbon this weekend. I'm also grounded, if my husband can indeed ground me (only if I'm willing) because there were shenanigans last Saturday night. Apparently if you fall flat on your face, literally, when a friend tells you a joke at the bar and you go to slap your knee and miss your husband will not be impressed with your battle wounds. Or mine wasn't anyway. So I'm staying home this weekend, being good.
Nett, you should have seen my face. When I say I fell on my face I mean I'm lucky I didn't break my nose. It was not my proudest moment.
I don't mean to interrupt a special love connection but I'm at a bar with an 80s bands that has a huge draw. I'm just drinking while the lady friend dances. Sister Christian for those playing at home. Edit: My drinks are paid for and I get pizza at the end of the night.
Back in the day my best friend and I went out to a bar that had a "vodka oyster shot" special going on... we pigged right out, and got really hammered. We were sitting at the bar on high bar stools, and he had his hands in his pockets for some reason. He was leaning forward laughing at something and the bar stool slid out from under him, and he landed face first, hard, into the bar's floor. He chipped 3 of his teeth, poked a hole through his cheek, broke his nose, and three days later his face looked like he had the absolute shit beat out of him. He spent a week rinsing with salt water trying to keep the infection down. It was fucking hilarious.
I got plastic surgery this week. Well, not really. Five moles removed from my face. I want to scratch my face with a Brillo pad right now. These stitches itch like a motherfucker.