*waits requisite time for most to click back out of the thread.*
Second, Hen's name was Lucy and not Hen. Thank you Charlie Brown thread.
Thirdysecondish, remember this?
Somehow, in my dream mind that swooshing-in type was the heart and I Love Lucy part, not the Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez parts. So, we're in a park, and the miniature experimental aircraft and daredevil pilot was painting that heart and I love Lucy across a giant cloudless and apparently windless sky. Then somehow, it was being done for me, not hen, though it clearly said I Love Lucy.
I was so overcome with emotion from having seen that logo I had seen my whole life that I broke into tears of love and gratitude.
I woke up with real tears running down my face.
No more late night turkey sandwiches for me. I'm done with that holiday.
Last night I dreamed about Kchiki. I had started a new job, and she was supposed to train me. It was a customer service position in a call center. She did a great job of helping me to memorize the greeting, but where she fell short was teaching me how to solve the callers' problems. Whenever I would ask her how to route a call, or which screen to use on the computer, she would berate me for being worthless and a failure.
Then she left mid-shift, to go to see a Quiet Riot concert in a local bar, even though our company was inundated with calls. By the end of the day, I had racked up an impressive 38 negative reviews from callers, and the boss was going to fire me. For some reason, I didn't rat Kchiki out, and just packed up my belongings and left.
I did have one dream the other night where I was falling. Repeatedly. But it wasn't the falling part that was awful. It was the landing part. Every time. Just over and over and over and over. I waShakespeare-ing the pavement like sacks of wet cement (okay, those were my plums but you get the general idea). I survived every one but each time Stephen Hawking would roll up to me and do a Nelson laugh through his computer thingy.
I've also had dreams where I died over and over and over. It's a very helpless feeling, kinda like being in an insane in the membrane amount of pain but still managing to fall asleep even though you're fighting to stay awake.
Then there's the one where I'm so Goth I Shakespeare bats.
The first rule of self-fellating is that you do not talk about self-fellating. Because that's a horrible thing to talk about to anyone except a very excited Catholic priest or former assistant football or basketball coach.
I'm sure that whoever you were laughing at would be glad to know that you have enjoyed their joke, but your post did not indicate which post tickled your funny bone. So a better way to show your appreciation is to click on the circles to the right of the post and turn them into smiley faces. It is feedback like that which helps us to know what type of humor is most enjoyed on this site so that we may improve our comic stylings.
In the meantime, when you click on the button that says "Continue the funny" we recommend that you actually attempt to continue the funny. I probably shouldn't say this, but if you regularly submit posts that no one finds funny and your circles continue to remain blank and unsmiling....well...I don't really like to talk about it in detail. What happened to that last dude was kind of gruesome. And it took months for the stain to come out.
Lastly, some constructive feedback on your post: When someone lols in real life, their laughter is contagious. When someone lols on Zug, it is also contagious. In the same way that herpes is contagious.
Last night I had a dream that my car had been stolen from work.
After finding it gone I asked one of my coworkers for a phone book so I could call the police.
Only this wasn't one of my actual coworkers, he was a full on '70s black man stereotype. Lime green leisure suit, afro, hairpick and all.
He went off on me that I was accusing him of steeling my car just because he was black and wanted a dance off to settle it.
He wouldn't listen that I never accused him of steeling it, I was just asking him for a phone book.
I eventually got so fed up I decided it wasn't worth reporting if I had to deal with him and called my wife for a ride.
When I went back outside I found my van on the other side of the lot with Undies and Jeeni inside laughing about punking me.
And that's the last time I have beer and olives before bed.
Last night I dreamt that I had entered one of those command type trailers with a guy who had his gun drawn. (I never seem to dream in first person) Inside there was a man holding a woman hostage. He was smug and smiling sure that he had my companion by the tender bits. The person who entered looked him straight in the eye and shot his hostage without even a twitch. Then gave him .05 seconds to comprehend that he was going to die, then shot him too.
I remember reaching down and pulling a chain whip from behind a cabinet, there was a false wall/ hidden door that I went through. At this point I saw a man who was badly injured and strung up from his scalp and remaining left leg. He was bandaged and I got the feling that despite the torturous method of hanging- he was being helped. That was when my companion who had picked a cleaver up somewhere began hacking at the suspended guy.
Then I woke up....
**note to self: ask my BF what the hell he was watching after I fell asleep!**
Last night I had a dream my stepson came out of the bathroom holding a tube of toothpaste with all of the toothpaste squeezed to the bottom of the tube. He asked my wife and I who had been putting the toothpaste down their pants. I explained no one had put it down their pants, and the toothpaste was at the bottom of the tube because of the way I squeeze the toothpaste out of the tube. He then looked at me as if the thought I was full of it and knew I was doing something kinky with the toothpaste.
I am now wondering what it would be like to jerk it with toothpaste.
Cain's big announcement was he decided President was too hard, but he still wanted ultimate power. Chickens walks onto the stage and announces HE will run for President with Cain as his Vice.
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