I had a weird dream that I was at Disney World with a bunch of boardies. At one point I was crammed in the elevator (that was actually the elevator in the building where I grew up) with Kris and Cassady. Should I stop taking melatonin?
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Posted 03 December 2012 - 06:06 PM
I had a weird dream that I was at Disney World with a bunch of boardies. At one point I was crammed in the elevator (that was actually the elevator in the building where I grew up) with Kris and Cassady. Should I stop taking melatonin?
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Posted 04 December 2012 - 03:05 AM
Driving past the entrance to GG park on Stanyan by Haight with my windows open, a pack of young dirty looking but very attractive hippies hanging out. . . this cute elf-like dready girl runs over and shouts "Doooood, pull over! I want to ride with you!" I actually considered it for a brief second.
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Posted 04 December 2012 - 01:23 PM
Cats and medicine. What a combo.
A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.
The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too."
The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a black Labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too."
The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650." "$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man.... "Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."
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Posted 04 December 2012 - 02:48 PM
My grandma gave the sketchy contractor a key to the house.
Last time she changed the locks, it came with four keys.
She didn't give me one, and I live here. My mom made me one.
My mom turned out awesome 'cause her mom is such a ______.
Last time she changed the locks, it came with four keys.
She didn't give me one, and I live here. My mom made me one.
My mom turned out awesome 'cause her mom is such a ______.
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Posted 04 December 2012 - 03:59 PM
To begin, this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!
