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I don't get it Bread.

Obviously I don't know your full story but on the surface at least you appear to have it pretty good. Beautiful wife, good looking guy, apparently healthy, active social life and undoubtedly a pretty decent job. Why the fascination with death?

Generally people who talk about it with such affection are either crying for help, or crying for attention. People who truly long for the sweet rapture of death don't speak on it they take action on it.

I guess some people (maybe you included) might actually be fascinated with the thought of all the answers being revealed but shouldn't the focus in the meantime be knowing all the questions?

I can guarantee you, sir, that on this topic I am neither looking for help or attention.

It fascinates me. It frustrates me beyond belief. I scratch and claw with pretty much every wasted moment to make sense of it all. To figure it all out. To understand where we came from. Where we are going.

No matter how hard I try, all I can conclude is that we are a glorified ant farm. An untelevised wildebeest migration. And that bothers me. So I torment myself even more.

Don't look too deep to figure me out on this one, Wally. It's just another asshole trying to figure out the unfigure outtable.
 
Yeah, I didn't make it clear enough but I didn't assume you wanted either attention or help.

I don't waste a lot of time trying to figure you out anymore. I did at one time but have since learned it's useless. Not that you aren't worth understanding it's just not practical to try and diagnose it.
 
Yeah, I didn't make it clear enough but I didn't assume you wanted either attention or help.

I don't waste a lot of time trying to figure you out anymore. I did at one time but have since learned it's useless. Not that you aren't worth understanding it's just not practical to try and diagnose it.

You're sexy when you get like this. Hey you have no wife or kids right?

Any opposition to me and you getting buried directly on top of one another? Our naked bodies rotting away together forever? Holler back, widow.
 
I have another idea for a painting I don't want to paint.

There is a man emerging from a pool of tar. His hair is clotted with the thick ooze. His face is stained black so all you see are his wide eyes and teeth in a maniacal grin. His hand is cupped and outstretched and tar is hanging thickly from it.

The name of the painting is

WANT SOME?
 
I have another idea for a painting I don't want to paint.

There is a man emerging from a pool of tar. His hair is clotted with the thick ooze. His face is stained black so all you see are his wide eyes and teeth in a maniacal grin. His hand is cupped and outstretched and tar is hanging thickly from it.

The name of the painting is

WANT SOME?

Racist. :down:
 
I need a formula to determine how long I can and will stay on a treadmill or eliptical at the gym....

it mainly depends upon what sports are on tv.... how much I have wagered on them...

How many balls are feeling in regards to chaffing...


How many hot chicks are in my view, and how tight or skimpy their clothes are...

and how much caffeine I ingested that day....

lately the sports has been boring, and the girls not so hot..

i'm getting chubby
 
found this amusing
it was in a bathroom stall at a bar

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are you doing any lifting or what not in the wharehouse?


Yep there is some lifting. Lots of walking - constantly on my feet.

I realize muscle weighs more than fat but I don't think that's it. I can see my belly sticking out. I know what it looks like and feels like when I am at my optimum weight and it is sticking out more than that.

Why?

Must be some kind of stress-related water-retention devil-worshiping shit.
 
Life is more stressful when you leave the sanctuary of bike rides in the park, balcony looks at the market, comfort of orange shorts and bananas with too many brown spots. Welcome to life outside comforts Muddy.

Personally I hope you win the lottery or get selected for Jeopardy and win big so you can quit and come back and make all our lives more comfortable with having you around more.
 
I can guarantee you, sir, that on this topic I am neither looking for help or attention.

It fascinates me. It frustrates me beyond belief. I scratch and claw with pretty much every wasted moment to make sense of it all. To figure it all out. To understand where we came from. Where we are going.

No matter how hard I try, all I can conclude is that we are a glorified ant farm. An untelevised wildebeest migration. And that bothers me. So I torment myself even more.

Don't look too deep to figure me out on this one, Wally. It's just another asshole trying to figure out the unfigure outtable.


You go girl!!!!