I could stand Toby Maguire as Spiderman, I could tolerate that annoying actress that played Mary Jane, But my God, they have slaughtered the character I cherished most from the Spiderman world.
Things I enjoy, and can pull me out of ditches
light ditches:
keychains, chocolate, being bought stuff, purple hair, comedy, cool socks, and a wacom tablet.
medium ditches:
bittersweet songs I haven't heard over and over and over again, singing them, singing in a different language, playing my cello, playing my harp, role playing, comedy, chocolate, being bought stuff.
large ditches:
being complimented, comedy, being bought stuff, random acts of kindness, buying other people stuff, real live friends who take you to movies, Monty Python, live theatre.
Larger ditches:
dueling, winning, having great friends, buying other people stuff, making other people happy, hugs, smooches, general loving.
Huge ditches:
prayer, friends, and lots of homemade ambrosia.
Intensely deep ditches(in which I threaten to turn goth):
God and a good round of UT2K4.
http://www.pen
just....read it.
Green Bird Straight Lyrics(or what I can make of it)
Marry Matre
Menter the preachrem
grow and grow and grow
ateste montu
here cheste prontu
so and so and so
Miaf mod codia un de evergreen
I'm having troubles with the second verse...lol...
Yes, I know Yoko Kanno uses a language she made up to sing. I just want to be able to sing it, that's all, so I make up my own lyrics because I can't find straight lyrics anywhere.
This is my dream.
I was in this bar, and this really mad guy stole my pistols. I took one back and aske for the other one, really calmly, because I was this suave english gentleman, and he wouldn't let me, so I put it on a bet for the guns, a horse named lucky dot, and something else. so I put up my 17.35 and lef tthe wager to be concluded later on. Then I raced a bunch of people and I won, and a pig guy and a human adopted me, and the human really wanted thatn horse named lucky dot.
(We were driving through the mountains.) so when we got to the pigs house, he said he was gonna take a shortcut across the laun(which was huge) so we raced across, me dragging a cart full of stuff, and I lost.
So I told him that I'd get his lucky dot with my money, and the pig thought it was 30 but I told him it was only around 20. and he was all shocked, but he got over it.
hen he set me to work pouhnding the pillars straight with a happer, and as I wasn't very strong, I ended up pounding on someone's head, and buoth of us got in trouble for that. And my cousin
Rose was cleaning out a sink and I was watching how m8uch dirt came off and I was like, "Woah,, that's some dirty hands," and she snorted like she'd sdeeen worse, and I told her about how when we cleaned the baythroom there was this spirakkly bunch of hair that we found in the drain.
So then we went after this Greek army that was going to torture the people of our great kingdom with bales of sugar(the dream made it look really painful) and we strapped ourselves to the bottom side of a wagon holding the stuff and talked bout how we had to get to the rest and warn them.
Then, apparently, our leader or one of us wasnon the inside, and he met with the leader of the greek army(who was blind), and then they shot each other, only the bad guy survived.
There was a little robot watching it. he was sad, but i think he died later on.
Then we had another race, which was immensely fun, because it was mostly water except for the beginning/end part of the track, and we were on these really cool-looking speeders, and the way you sped up was awesome; you kicked your legs out sideways and found a rhythm and then took your legs back in for maneuvering. Except for the end. lol.
Most of the time I was Cloud from FF7, and I was having the BEST time going up to rocks and jumping off them--oh, it was the best race ever.
actually, the first race wasn't even a race.A whole bunch of us(like, thousands) were walking leisurely down a hill, and I was talking to the pig and man, and I decided that I wanted to run, so I was like, "See ya!" and ran down the hill to the front, and didn't stop till I hit the bottom. that was fun.
ANYWAY. At the end of the race, I was Kenshin Himura and Misao Machimachi was behind me and trying to pass me, b ut then these policemen came on the track and tried to stop me, and I passed them and then there were three in front of me and I stopped playing Kenshin and he got a really funny looking face on, and then this other dude who wasn't involved caught up and passed him on a bycicle, and he was all like, "Yes! I'm going to be first!" and then everything seemed to be lost,
but then handy ol' Sanoske Sagara cleared away the police and got in the way of the biker, so Kenshin won in the end. it was awesome.
Then we were back at the pig's headquarters, which were really fun, and I climbed over the railing and over the big gaping spot(you had to be there) and then this kid who we picked up later on followed me, curious, and I found these two (you know Onimusha 3, those slimy anemone thingys with the feelers and then when they explode they turn into thesxse really annoying little guys who attach themselves to you if you don't squish tgem? it was one of those, onlmy with a big, sharp mouth instead of feelers) and I told the chick to run and I ran too, cuz I didn't hsave any weapons on me, and I made it back to the railing in the nick of time.
After that I attempted to get up at 7:30n and failed completely, which leads to this interesting bit.
Three guys were shopping in a wal-mart submerged halfway in slimy green jello-y stuff, and they were looking for something really essential, and they all were like, "Alright!" and jumped, but fell in the jello. one wantedcool goggles, one wanted a bag of hersheys or something, and the last wanted purple tinted contacts.
then I woke up at 12:30 really annoyed I had slept in so late AGAIN, rolled out of bed, and went on the computer to write my dream down, because I can never remember dreams, but I remembered this one. I think there was a scene in a futuristic mall thingy, but I don't remember.
There was also a scene where there was this bear-like guy and he was playing poker and kept getting seriously mad and jumping over the other player and clawing a really fat guy, and then he was growling how he couldn't play with so many piss-offs, and then a cat gave him a major cowlick and seemed to tell him to grow up, and he was all shocked.
I have an odd taste in men.
Sexay beasts:
Aoshi Shinomori
Makoto Shishio
Spike
Ed
Nicolas D. Wolfwood
Number 47
Sexay actors:
Christian Bale
Jean Reno
92 members with 666 on their sn. [FAE] does not count; that was not her fault.
64 members with 'bitch' in their sn.
16 members with 'satan' outright on their sn; only one over 17 years of age.
114 members with 'evil/devil' in their sn.
56 members with 'hell' in their sn intentionally.
64 members with 'death' in their sn.
53 members with 'goth' in their sn.
73 members with 'punk' in their sn.
90 members with 'sexy' in their sn.
21 members with 'blonde' in their sn.
all in all, there are 643 'special' people here on ET. comment if you can think of any other special usernames.
Invitation
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come site by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
here. I think I can do it.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
by Lewis Carroll
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves--woops, sorry, wrong poem...^_^;;
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shinging with all his might;
he dd his very best to make
the billows smooth and bright;
and this was odd, because it was
the middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
because she thought the sun
had no business being there,
after the day was done.
"Tis very rude of him," she thought,
"to come and spoil the fun."
The Walrus and the Carpenter
were walking close at hand;
they wept like anything to see
such quantities of sand;
"If this was all but cleared away,"
they said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
swept for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"that they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
and shed a bitter tear.
"Oh, oysters, do com with us!"
the Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
along the briny beach.
We cannot do with more than four,
to give a hand to each."
The oldest oyster did not move
from the oyster bed;
the eldest oyster winked at them
and shook his heavy head;
meaning to say he did not wish
to leave the oyster bed.
but four young oysters hurried up,
all eager for the treat;
their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
their shoes were clean and neat;
and this was odd, because you know,
they hadn't any feet.
four more oysters followed them,
and then another four,
and thick and fast they came at last,
and more and more and more;
All hopping through the frothy waves
and stumbling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
walked on a mile or so;
and then they found a rock that was
conveniently low;
and all the little oysters stood
and waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To speak of many things;
of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
of cabbages and kings--
and why the sea is boiling hot,
and whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat,
some of us are out of breath,
and all of us are fat!"
"No hurry," said the Carpenter,
they thanked him much for that.
"a loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"is what we cheifly need,
pepper and vinegar besides
are very good indeed;
and if you're ready, oysters dear,
we can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the oysters cried,
turning a little blue,
"After such an kindness,
that would be a dismal thing to do!"
"The night is young," the Walrus said,
"Do you admire the view?"
"It was very kind of you to come,
and you are very nice!"
the Carpenter said nothing but,
"Cut us another slice;
I wish you weren't quite so deaf,
I've had to ask you twice."
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick;
after we've made them come so far
and made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing, but
"The butter's spread too thick."
"I weep for you," the Walrus said,
"I deeply sympathize!"
he held his hankercheif
before his streaming eyes,
as he sorted out
those of the largest size.(okay, i know that one was wrong...)
and so the sunrise doth may gleam
upon the sly untwisted seam
the sword held high over spoilt ground
and innocent cast all around..
Escaliber, twas what it's name,
Oh how a twisted plot it be!
Without a perpetrator's game
Twas simple body's melody.
O, snarling fate, I kid you not,
thy hand is welcomed here;
for though the smelling stinking pot
Doth kill any present cheer;
Twas honest, I, when I told thee
when flatulence appear.
(randomness.)
Once upon a time, there was a SPC Schwarz stationed with the Army in the Balkans. SPC Schwarz was either very clever or very bored; but probably both, since he managed to attempt or be warned about 213 things he wasn't allowed to do. He collected those things into a hillarious list and posted them to the web. The site hadn't been updated in a couple of years and has since gone away; but the list is classic, so I saved it. A couple favorites: 2. My proper military title is 'Specialist Schwarz' not 'Princess Anastasia'. and 191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.
The list:
Not allowed to watch Southpark when I'm supposed to be working.
My proper military title is 'Specialist Schwarz' not 'Princess Anastasia'.
Not allowed to threaten anyone with black magic.
Not allowed to challenge anyone's disbelief of black magic by asking for hair.
Not allowed to get silicone breast implants.
Not allowed to play 'Pulp Fiction' with a suction-cup dart pistol and any officer.
Not allowed to add 'In accordance with the prophesy' to the end of answers I give to a question an officer asks me.
Not allowed to add pictures of officers I don't like to War Criminal posters.
Not allowed to title any product 'Get Over it'.
Not allowed to purchase anyone's soul on Government time.
Not allowed to join the communist party.
Not allowed to join any militia.
Not allowed to form any militia.
Not allowed out of my office when the president visited Sarajevo.
Not allowed to train adopted stray dogs to 'Sic Brass!'
Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my 'Sampson like powers'.
God may not contradict any of my orders.
May no longer perform my now (in)famous 'Barbie Girl Dance' while on duty.
May not call any officers immoral, untrustworthy, lying, slime, even if I'm right.
Must not taunt the French any more.
Must attempt to not antagonize SAS.
Must never call an SAS a 'Wanker'.
Must never ask anyone who outranks me if they've been smoking crack.
Must not tell any officer that I am smarter than they are, especially if it's true.
Never confuse a Dutch soldier for a French one.
Never tell a German soldier that 'We kicked your ass in World War 2!'
Don't tell Princess Di jokes in front of the paras (British Airborne).
Don't take the batteries out of the other soldiers alarm clocks (Even if they do hit snooze about forty times).
The Irish MPs are not after 'Me frosted lucky charms'.
Not allowed to wake an Non-Commission
Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of my actions.
Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.
Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.
(Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.
Not allowed to sing 'High Speed Dirt' by Megadeth during airborne operations. ('See the earth below/Soon to make a crater/Blue sky, black death, I'm off to meet my maker')
Can't have flashbacks to wars I was not in. (The Spanish-Americ
Our medic is called 'Sgt Larwasa', not 'Dr. Feelgood'.
Our supply Sgt is 'Sgt Watkins' not 'Sugar Daddy'.
Not allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on the basis that the world is going to end, more than once.
I do not have super-powers.
'Keep on Trucking' is *not* a psychological warfare message.
Not allowed to attempt to appeal to mankind's baser instincts in recruitment posters.
Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.
I am not the atheist chaplain.
I am not allowed to 'Go to Bragg boulevard and shake daddies little money maker for twenties stuffed into my undies'.
I am not authorized to fire officers.
I am not a citizen of Texas, and those other, forty-nine, lesser states.
I may not use public masturbation as a tool to demonstrate a flaw in a command decision.
Not allowed to trade military equipment for 'magic beans'.
Not allowed to sell magic beans during duty hours.
Not allowed to quote 'Dr Seuss' on military operations.
Not allowed to yell 'Take that Cobra' at the rifle range.
Not allowed to quote 'Full Metal Jacket ' at the rifle range.
'Napalm sticks to kids' is *not* a motivational phrase.
An order to 'Put Kiwi on my boots' does *not* involve fruit.
An order to 'Make my Boots black and shiny' does not involve electrical tape.
The proper response to a lawful order is not 'Why?'
The following words and phrases may not be used in a cadence- Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate everyone in this formation and wish they were dead, sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all Marines are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerun
May not make posters depicting the leadership failings of my chain of command.
'The Giant Space Ants' are not at the top of my chain of command.
If one soldier has a 2nd Lt bar on his uniform, and I have an E-4 on mine It means he outranks me. It does not mean 'I have been promoted three more times than you'.
It is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, no longer applies to Specialist Schwarz.
Command decisions do *not* need to be ratified by a 2/3 majority.
Inflatable novelties do *not* entitle me to BAQ or Separation pay.
There are no evil clowns living under my bed.
There is no 'Anti-Mime' campaign in Bosnia.
I am not the Psychological Warfare Mascot.
I may not line my helmet with tin foil to 'Block out the space mind control lasers'.
May not pretend to be a facist stormtrooper, while on duty.
I am not authorized to prescribe any form of medication.
I must not flaunt my deviances in front of my chain of command.
May not wear gimp mask while on duty.
No military functions are to be performed 'Skyclad'.
Woad is not camouflage makeup.
May not conduct psychological experiments on my chain of command.
"Teddy Bear, Teddy bear, turn around" is *not* a cadence.
The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper roadblock, so I should not tell them "You don't need to see my identification
I may not call block my chain of command.
I am neither the king nor queen of cheese.
Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions.
May not bring a drag queen to the battalion formal dance.
May not form any press gangs.
Must not start any SITREP (Situation Report) with "I recently had an experience I just had to write you about...."
Must not use military vehicles to 'Squish' things.
Not allowed to make any Psychological Warfare products depicting the infamous Ft. Bragg sniper incident.
May not challenge anyone in my chain of command to the 'field of honor'.
If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.
Must not refer to 1st Sgt as 'Mom'.
Must not refer to the Commander as 'Dad'.
Inflatable sheep do *not* need to be displayed during a room inspection.
I am not authorized to initiate Jihad.
When asked to give a few words at a military ceremony 'Romper Bomper Stomper Boo' is probably not appropriate.
Nerve gas is not funny.
Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should not test that.
I am not in need of a more suitable host body.
'Redneck Zombies' is not a military training aid.
Gozer does not dwell in my refrigerator.
The proper response to a chemical weapon attack is not 'Tell my chain of command what I really think about them, and then poke holes in their masks.'
A smiley face is not used to mark a minefield.
Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy, and it is wrong to tell new soldiers that they are.
I am not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon.
Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are "casualties of war".
My commander is not old enough to have fought in the civil war, and I should stop implying that he did.
Vodka, green food coloring, and a 'Cool Mint' Listerine® bottle is not a good combination.
I am not allowed to bum cigarettes off of anyone under twelve.
I may not trade my rifle for any of the following: Cigarettes, booze, sexual favors, Kalishnikovs, Soviet Armored vehicles, small children, or bootleg CD.s.
Must not mock command decisions in front of the press.
Should not taunt members of the press, even if they are really fat, exceptionally stupid, and working for UPI.
I am not authorized to change national policy in Eastern Europe.
Never, ever, attempt to correct a Green Beret officer about anything.
I am not qualified to operate any US, German, Polish, or Russian Armored vehicles.
When saluting a 'leg' officer, an appropriate greeting is not "Airborne leads the wa- oh...sorry sir".
There is absolutely no need to emulate the people from 'Full Monty' every time I hear the song "Hot Stuff".
I cannot trade my CO to the Russians.
I should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks me.
Crucifying mice - bad idea.
Must not use government equipment to bootleg pornography.
Burn pits for classified material are not revel fires - therefore it is wrong to dance naked around them.
I cannot arrest children for being rude.
An EO briefing is probably not the best place to unveil my newest off color joke.
I should not use government resources to 'waterproof' dirty magazines.
Radioactive material should not be stored in the barracks.
I should not teach other soldiers to say offensive and crude things in Albanian, under the guise of teaching them how to say potentially useful phrases.
Two drink limit does not mean first and last.
Two drink limit does not mean two kinds of drinks.
Two drink limit does not mean the drinks can be as large as I like.
'No Drinking Of Alcoholic Beverages' does not imply that a Jack Daniel's ® IV is acceptable.
"Shpadoinkle" is not a real word.
The Microsoft ® 'Dancing Paperclip' is not authorized to countermand any orders.
'I'm drunk' is a bad answer to any question posed by my commander.
No dancing in the turret. This especially applies in conjunction with rule #113.
The loudspeaker system is not a forum to voice my ideas.
The loudspeaker system is not to be used to replace the radio.
The loudspeaker system is not to be used to broadcast the soundtrack to a porno movie.
An order to put polish on my boots means the whole boot.
Shouting "Let's do the village! Let's do the whole fucking village!" while out on a mission is bad.
Should not show up at the front gate wearing part of a Russian uniform, messily drunk.
Even if my commander did it.
Must not teach interpreters how to make "MRE" bombs.
I am not authorized to sell mineral rights.
Not allowed to use a broadsword to disprove 'The Pen is Mightier than the sword'.
'Calvin-Ball' is not authorized PT.
I do not need to keep a 'range card' by my window.
'K-Pot, LBE, and a thin coat of Break-free' is not an authorized uniform.
I should not drink three quarts of blue food coloring before a urine test.
Nor should I drink three quarts of red food coloring, and scream during the same.
I should not threaten suicide with pop rocks and Coke ®.
Putting red 'Mike and Ike's' ® into a prescription medicine bottle, and then eating them all in a formation is not funny.
Must not create new DOD forms, then insist they be filled out.
On Sports Day PT, a wedgie is not considered a legal tackle.
The proper way to report to my Commander is 'Specialist Schwarz, reporting as ordered, Sir' not 'You can't prove a thing!'
The following items do not exist: Keys to the Drop Zone, A box of grid squares, blinker fluid, winter air for tires, canopy lights, or Chem-Light ® batteries.
I should not assign new privates to 'guard the flight line'.
Shouldn't treat 'piss-bottles' with extra-strength icy hot.
Teaching Albanian children to taunt other soldiers is not nice.
I will no longer perform 'lap-dances' while in uniform.
If I take the uniform off, in the course of the lap-dance, it still counts.
The revolution is not now.
When detained by MP's, I do not have a right to a strip search.
No part of the military uniform is edible.
Bodychecking General officers is not a good idea.
Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.
Take that hat off.
There is no such thing as a were-virgin.
I do not get 'that time of month'.
No, the pants are not optional.
Not allowed to operate a business out of the barracks.
Especially not a pornographic movie studio.
Not even if they *are* 'especially patriotic films'
Not allowed to 'defect' to OPFOR during training missions.
On training missions, try not to shoot down the General's helicopter.
'A full magazine and some privacy' is not the way to help a potential suicide.
I am not allowed to create new levels of security clearance.
Furby ® is not allowed into classified areas. (I swear to the gods, I did not make that up, it's actually DOD policy).
We do not 'charge into battle, naked, like the Celts'.
Any device that can crawl across the table on medium, does not need to be brought into the office.
I am not to refer to a formation as 'the boxy rectangle thingie'.
I am not 'A lesbian trapped in a man's body'.
On Army documents, my race is not 'Other'.
Nor is it 'Secretariat, in the third'.
Pokémon® trainer is not an MOS.
There is no FM for 'wall-to-wall counseling'.
My chain of command has neither the time, nor the inclination to hear about what I did with six boxes of Fruit Roll-Ups. ®
When operating a military vehicle I may *not* attempt something 'I saw in a cartoon'.
My name is not a killing word.
I am not the Emperor of anything.
Must not taunt officers in the throes of nicotine withdrawal, with cigarettes.
May not challenge officers to 'Meet me on the field of honor, at dawn'.
Do not dare SERE graduates to eat bugs. They will always do it.
Must not make s'mores while on guard duty.
Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.
The proper response to a briefing is not 'That's what you think'.
The Masons and Gray Aliens are not in our chain of command.
Shouldn't take incriminating photos of my chain of command.
Shouldn't use Photoshop ® to create incriminating photos of my chain of command.
I am not allowed to give tattoos.
I am not allowed to sing 'Henry the VIII I am' until verse 68 ever again.
Not allowed to lead a 'Coup' during training missions.
I should not confess to crimes that took place before I was born.
My chain of command is not interested in why I 'just happen' to have a kilt, an inflatable sheep, and a box of rubber bands in the back of my car.
Must not valiantly push officers onto hand grenades to save the squad.
Despite the confusing similarity in the names, the "Safety Dance" and the "Safety Briefing" are never to be combined.
'To conquer the earth with an army of flying monkeys" is a bad long term goal to give the re-enlistment NCO.
NEVER nail a stuffed bunny to a cross and put it up in front of the Battalion Headquarters sign as an "Easter Desecration."
Don't write up false gigs on a HMMWV PMCS. ("Broken clutch pedal", "Number three turbine has frequent flame-outs", "flux capacitor emits loud whine when engaged")
Not allowed to get shot.
The Chicken and Rice MRE is *not* a personal lubricant. (Skippy wanted this noted for the record that this is not something he has ever attempted or considered! It was something we heard at dinner on 22 September 2001 and it was just so obscene it had to go here.)
Not allowed to play into the deluded fantasies of the civlians who are "hearing conversations" from the NSA, FBI, CIA and KGB due to the microchip the aliens implanted in their brain.
An airsickness bag is to be used for airsickness *only*. (Also not a Skippy-ism...t
Must not make T-shirts up depciting a pig with the writing "Eat Pork or Die" in Arabic to bring as civilian attire when preparing to deploy to a primarily Muslim country.
Don't ask LTC Steele to sign my copy of Blackhawk Down.
Must not go on nine deployments in six years that require a security clearance that I don't have, even if the Army tells me repeatedly that I have one and I have no reason to question them.
Do not convince NCO's that their razorbumps are the result of microscopic parasites.
20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level of Insanity
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with That.
4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."
5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso.
6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors"
7. Finish All Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."
8. Don't Use Any Punctuation
9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
10. Ask People What Sex They Are. Laugh Hysterically After They Answer.
11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."
12. Sing Along At The Opera.
13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds All Day.
15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Hard.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"
18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity......
20. Send This E-mail To Someone To Make Them Smile..Its Called Therapy...
there is no such thing as a happy ending. You live the best you can and it ends as you dying, and dying's almost never happy.