My life is funny. Is everyone's life funny?

Clemmy · Post by **Clemmy** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:52 am

I don't know if my life is funny or pathetic... I am here just by myself... no members, no guests... it's scary

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:01 am

*phone rings*

Clemmy · Post by **Clemmy** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:04 am

I got company!!!!

Clemmy · Post by **Clemmy** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:12 am

ohhhhh nooooo.... I am by myself again!!!!! Where is everybody?.... Oh I see... they have a life.... and I am getting addicted to JCO! Could someone tell me when the next Jimaholics anonymous will take place...?

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:33 am

Clemmy wrote: I got company!!!!

"Can you hear the lambs crying, Clarice?"

RE: Jimaholics...well....you could look at it like this....instead of being addicted to crack, you're addicted to Jim...which is, in the end, a LOT healthier.

Michele Hernandez · Post by **Michele Hernandez** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:36 am

quirky wrote:
RE: Jimaholics...well....you could look at it like this....instead of being addicted to crack, you're addicted to Jim...which is, in the end, a LOT healthier.

Are you SURE?

Yes of course it is. Now have you ever signed off of here and then the phone rings and no one is there? It's happened to me several times...

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:38 am

Yesterday!

Clemmy · Post by **Clemmy** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:41 am

quirky wrote: RE: Jimaholics...well....you could look at it like this....instead of being addicted to crack, you're addicted to Jim...which is, in the end, a LOT healthier.

Well... there are too many side effects:

swoons
breathlesness
hyperventilation
intense sweat
arrhythmia
... and the list goes on...

Michele Hernandez · Post by **Michele Hernandez** » Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:54 am

Do you ever feel like you're smoking that big cigar that's in Jim's mouth?

But smoking is very BAD !!! DO NOT SMOKE...hint hint

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Sun Mar 19, 2006 4:53 pm

Speaking of memory, lately I have been recovering some of the cool memories of childhood.

When there were four of us kids in the house, there was only seating for three. On the sofa. If you didn't have a seat, you could grab a big furry pillow and lay on the floor.

We had this "rule". If you had to leave your seat, you had to say, "chairback!" or someone else could steal your seat (mom and dad excluded, of course.)

This was sometimes really fun. If it was between my two oldest brothers...a wrestling match on the carpet would ensue. They would struggle red faced.

Who needs professional wrestling when you've got that to spectate? Who needs Wild Kingdom when the alpha males are fighting right in your living room?

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:28 am

I've been thinking a lot about possessions...things....if you will.

Moving here, I'm slowly doing my best to turn this into a safe cozy nest for me. That involves things.

George Carlin had a great stand-up routine about "stuff". I remember he was going to be on Carson one night and my mom said she didn't want to watch it if he was going to use bad language.

I argued , Mom he's FUNNY...and it's on Carson.

HE was hysterical!
That night we laughed 'till we cried and we couldn't even look at each other without bursting into laughtears.

So, when I see George Carlin, I remember that moment.

Clemmy · Post by **Clemmy** » Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:42 am

I know what you mean quirky... these great little moments are what make life worth living...

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:06 am

Yep. They help to ease my discomfort in a prison of my own design. I like my little apartment, but I just can't help feeling like I am in the wrong place.

quirky · Post by **quirky** » Thu Mar 23, 2006 3:41 pm

When my brothers graduated from high school, they had a pig roast party.
So, in Belgium, my parents agreed to have a pig roast party for my graduation.

It was a hoot. I talked to my dad about cutting up the pig...I wanted the two GQ guys in my class to do it, you know...the ones a lot of girls swooned over.

We agreed we were going to give them both full body aprons.

As I handed over the aprons, I said, "Now watch out, guys...when you butcher a pig and cook it like this, the internal organs get really hot and can all explode out when you cut into the pig."

They stood there, looking at each other...and my dad, who was playing along. They shifted from one foot to the other nervously eyeing the roasted pig.

Of course, this was a spoof as all the insides are removed when the pig is butchered, but it was a fun moment.

mav · Post by **mav** » Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:10 pm

My subconcious spoke today.

While spelling out a word I said 'J for James'

If you remember I had to re-program my subconcious out of 'D for Donkey'. I have to say it has improved since.