Meh.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
40 donuts a day.


(I got two more today...something is seriously wrong...am I on candid camera?)

Is your need for attention so severe that it doesn't matter what kind of attention it is? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Either post a photo of your ass or shut the hell up.

TM

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
busted tees newest Pedro

1 This is not on topic for FB.

2 This is not only the most nfh-like post you have ever made (for awhile your news story posts were at least offbeat), this actually would be the most nfh-like post nfh ever posted.

3 How exactly do you think your post will attract newbers?

Originally posted by sunnybunny
40 donuts a day.


(I got two more today...something is seriously wrong...am I on candid camera?)

The system of her delusions had been the subject of an elaborate paper in
a scientific monthly, but long before that she and her husband had puzzled
it out for themselves. "Referential mania," Herman Brink had called it. In
these very rare cases the patient imagines that everything happening
around her is a veiled reference to her personality and existence. She
excludes real people from the conspiracy - because she considers herself to
be so much more intelligent than others. Phenomenal nature shadows her
wherever she goes. Clouds in the staring sky transmit to one another, by
means of slow signs, incredibly detailed information regarding her. Her
inmost thoughts are discussed at nightfall, in manual alphabet, by darkly
gesticulating trees. Pebbles or stains or sun flecks form patterns
representing in some awful way messages which she must intercept.
Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme. Some of the
spies are detached observers, such are glass surfaces and still pools;
others, such as coats in store windows, are prejudiced witnesses, lynchers
at heart; others again (running water, storms) are hysterical to the point
of insanity, have a distorted opinion of her and grotesquely misinterpret
her actions. She must be always on her guard and devote every minute and
module of life to the decoding of the undulation of things. The very air
she exhales is indexed and filed away. If only the interest she provokes
were limited to her immediate surroundings - but alas it is not! With
distance the torrents of wild scandal increase in volume and volubility.
The silhouettes of her blood corpuscles, magnified a million times, flit
over vast plains; and still farther, great mountains of unbearable
solidity and height sum up in terms of granite and groaning firs the
ultimate truth of her being.

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
Did I recently get married?

Did you at least send me a nice gift?

Mazel Tov! I sent the coaster.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
Which one. And where, Met?

[outable, oh my!!!]We're going tomorrow night to the SF Opera - tonight is the Bad Plus[/outable, oh my!!!]

Cosi fan tutte. At the Met. Cul-cha.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
1 This is not on topic for FB.

2 This is not only the most nfh-like post you have ever made (for awhile your news story posts were at least offbeat), this actually would be the most nfh-like post nfh ever posted.

3 How exactly do you think your post will attract newbers?

Bravo. I concede. Your. Best. Slam. Post. Ever.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by ironweed
The system of her delusions had been the subject of an elaborate paper in
a scientific monthly, but long before that she and her husband had puzzled
it out for themselves. "Referential mania," Herman Brink had called it. In
these very rare cases the patient imagines that everything happening
around her is a veiled reference to her personality and existence. She
excludes real people from the conspiracy - because she considers herself to
be so much more intelligent than others. Phenomenal nature shadows her
wherever she goes. Clouds in the staring sky transmit to one another, by
means of slow signs, incredibly detailed information regarding her. Her
inmost thoughts are discussed at nightfall, in manual alphabet, by darkly
gesticulating trees. Pebbles or stains or sun flecks form patterns
representing in some awful way messages which she must intercept.
Everything is a cipher and of everything she is the theme. Some of the
spies are detached observers, such are glass surfaces and still pools;
others, such as coats in store windows, are prejudiced witnesses, lynchers
at heart; others again (running water, storms) are hysterical to the point
of insanity, have a distorted opinion of her and grotesquely misinterpret
her actions. She must be always on her guard and devote every minute and
module of life to the decoding of the undulation of things. The very air
she exhales is indexed and filed away. If only the interest she provokes
were limited to her immediate surroundings - but alas it is not! With
distance the torrents of wild scandal increase in volume and volubility.
The silhouettes of her blood corpuscles, magnified a million times, flit
over vast plains; and still farther, great mountains of unbearable
solidity and height sum up in terms of granite and groaning firs the
ultimate truth of her being.

Paigow did not read this.

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
So, when's the first time you really felt like an adult?

When I started paying money on April 15 instead of getting any back.

It's too bad a perfectly good word like "adult" picked up and will now always have porn connotations. Or nursing-home connotations.

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Paigow did not read this.

Nobody did.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
(I got two more today...something is seriously wrong...am I on candid camera?)

Sometimes when I am walking along the street, I catch a man's eye and the expression of lust that I see therein is so overwhelming it truly makes me squirm. Sometimes I catch women doing it too.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
Cosi fan tutte. At the Met. Cul-cha.

I want to like opera. So much. And lord knows, I've tried. But I don't.

I do, however, like the symphony and the ballet.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by ironweed
Nobody did.

I did. I recognized a few people who could have been described with that paragraph.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Bravo. I concede. Your. Best. Slam. Post. Ever.

Was it the blue and red type?

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Bravo. I concede. Your. Best. Slam. Post. Ever.

Is Hitler funny again? I know John Cleese had a fixation, but I thought that was a strictly Brit thing.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by ironweed
Nobody did.

While I would never think of you as somebody, you have not yet become so irrelevant as to be nobody.