PIT_FACE wrote:
HOT DAMN IM GONNA BE AN AUNTY AGAIN TODAY!!!!!

Congratulations!!!! ^_^

So I got my new drivers license today…. My photo makes me look a serial killer.

Call Me Tom wrote:
So I got my new drivers license today…. My photo makes me look a serial killer.

Image is everything.

Call Me Tom wrote:
So I got my new drivers license today…. My photo makes me look a serial killer.

It's the people who look totally normal in their pictures that are the real serial killers. In NJ they actually banned people from smiling or grinning in their photos to make them more readily recognizable.

I look vaguely clueless which is only appropriate as I am usually rather vague and am certainly clueless.

Stare in to my maddening eyes!

Call Me Tom wrote:



Stare in to my maddening eyes!

“He was always such a quiet boy. He seemed so normal,” an elderly neighbour said after the incident.

PIT_FACE wrote:
HOT DAMN IM GONNA BE AN AUNTY AGAIN TODAY!!!!!

Congratulations! I hope you're filling your role as the “cool” aunt to your nephews and nieces. :)

Call Me Tom wrote:



Stare in to my maddening eyes!

OMG! Call Me Tom was a ghost all along!

…who died in a freak beard reversal accident.

edit: couldn't leave ya hangin' dude:

Masterful!

Ironscarf wrote:
…who died in a freak beard reversal accident.

edit: couldn't leave ya hangin' dude:

Much better he now looks like a magician. The Mesmerizing magic of Call me Tom!
And it's just a little scary how easily Ironscarf edited that picture and didn't mess up the watermark.

hello folks, damn that's a freaky pic tom.
Anyways wassup? near xmas and I'm prepared, aside from being full of a horrible virus.

Riddled with the Aids again? When will you ever learn… just leave those rainforest monkeys alone! Randy bastard.

We have more British people commenting here for the first time… DD is being taken over by the Brits! Dance to their groovy music and marvel at their mod fashions, red double decker busses, black taxies, Big Ben, Westminster, the tower bridge, St Paul's Cathedral with the Thames television music in the background, RAF roundels, skinny super models, and stand to attention when the Queen does her Xmas broadcast ^__^
I for one welcome our British invaders!

…I still have to do Christmas shopping :(

Well.. it is a very British (English) thing to favour the underdog :p

It is indeed, long live the underdog.

The Underduck! ^_^

skreem wrote: Well.. it is a very British (English) thing to favour the underdog :p

Erm…
http://m.guardian.co.uk/news/datablog/2012/may/22/social-mobility-data-charts

Hippie Van wrote:

skreem wrote:
Well.. it is a very British (English) thing to favour the underdog :p

Erm…
http://m.guardian.co.uk/news/datablog/2012/may/22/social-mobility-data-charts

I didn't say we liked to act upon it.. Unless it's voting for terrible singers on popular tv shows :p

I am sooooooooooo tired today. UGH!!!!!! No energy. Have to start eating meat again or something I think. :(
So tired.

I'm so looking forward to my scrotal MRI and visit to the Gastroenterologist today!
Yes Virginia, there is such a thing as an MRI of a male's scrotum. One just has to keep that annoying thing between one's legs out of the way because it is a thick mass of flesh that'll mess up the nice MRI. The GI visit is follow-up for my indigestion on my birthday.
It reoccured a few days later at work but I knew to run around to get the burps going and that relieved it. I think it could be a reaction to coffee as that has been the last two times I've had it.

Damn! Better remember to take out your Prince Albert!

ozoneocean wrote:
Damn! Better remember to take out your Prince Albert!

Considering how much I hate needles and holes in my skin there is no way I'd let any person intent on piercing my skin anywhere near there. The two ultrasounds were bad enough, sure treat my scrotum like a wrinkled shirt being ironed but piercing? GAH!

Ugh… I had a rectal abcess that was so painful that I couldn't walk. Think of it as someone kicking you hard in the crotch with a pointed shoe… then instead of easing up they keep pressing into your crotch with that pointed shoe. I amazed myself by “walking” to my car and driving myself to the clinic more than 13miles away (at the 35MPH speed limit). The doctor of the clinic did the standard exam of the area before determining that it was in too deep for her to take care of, so I was kicked off to the Navy Hospital ER nearby. Spent the day laying in bed in a ton of pain despite the painkillers given me then finally got the surgery done very late afternoon, then spent the night in the hospital to recover from the spinal they gave me.

And I learned something about myself and surgery as this is the first time I've had surgery using anesthetics… When the surgeon says you'll only feel woozy from a sedative and you'll be fully aware of what's happening… DON'T BELIEVE HIM!!! I fell asleep before they could begin… And I have to make sure my bladder is totally empty before I take a spinal. That drug was injected intomy spine and completly disabled everything below the waist. No more sensation over the legs or… anything… else…

Sorry I'm more than a littel detailed, but sometimes I feel comforted when I share stuff like this with others. Aaaand while I'm under the influence of narcotic painkillers… :}

So I came home to my family yesterday. Had a haircut and shave at the newly reopened barber shop, bought the last presents and packed the ones I had already bought… Overall rather produvtive. Ah, Home sweet home and Happy Apocalypse Everyone!

@Bravo- you're not fooling me. I'm sure that with the metal accessories you've got down there you could use it as a replacement clapper for a church-bell!
“Dig Dong merrily on high with your ding dong!”

@Lonne- nasty. So nasty. I really hope you recover well, that's horrible!
Next time use protection when you're out on the town. ^_^

@Gullas- hope you washed off the fishy smell!!

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I had an extra nap yesterday and two steaks to break me off my non-meat eating weakened state and today I wake up with a bad headache! Gah! All I want to do is be well enough to finish my damn Xmas shopping!
Oh how I hate xmas shopping. All that precious money… I just want to sit at home, watch videos and draw! F U Xmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Man…since I went through CBT my panic attacks don't often frighten me like they used to, but they're still massively annoying. Slow down, heart! What are you freaking out about?

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I'm glad that everyone is alright despite all the weird health problems!

Now I have an endoscopy to look forward to. I've had colonoscopies now they get to go in the other end. At least one doesn't have to do the colon cleansing before hand.

Hooray for the British invasion and to slightly unsettling but necessary medical procedures!

If this is the last day, I just want you all to know I was proud to have met you, even though we never really met and I never knew finer inhabitants of this soggy mudball we called earth. What was it all for? For Auld Lang Syne my dears, for Auld Lang Syne.

The whole secret to the Mayan Calendar is the tiny fine print at the end which says “repeat as necessary”

When I was growing up they had it all calculated to end last Christmas Eve. It didn't happen then and it won't happen now as if anyone bothered to notice it's already tomorrow on the other side of the world and we're still here. Though of course since the Mayans lived on the Yucatan Pennisula that's on Central Standard time.

I had forgotten about all that Mayan Calendar junk. I've been looking forward to the time when everybody who panicked over it can feel really dumb.