I only was able to make the bet on the Met race. We went with you on that
and lost...but Im used to it. Fucking Elliott was there and decided that
Sat. nite was the time to tell me that he's a fucking faggot. Apparently hes
got some sort of sex triangle with a 40ish woman and some homo who works with
him named Jeff. I didnt think I had a problem with that shit but even today
I still feel like I need take a bath in acid and then get a nice rubdown with
Comet and some sandpaper, so I guess he wont be sleeping in my room anymore.
Just when I didnt think things could get worse, in the morning Drew(dude from
the lep) and I were on the way to Lotties for the colon buster and the police
had the main drag closed off and some ambulances and fire trucks were around.
We thought maybe some idiot got hit by a car or something and kept walking
through the OTC parking lot. Suddenly...BOOOM!! Big fucking explosion
across the street at the porno shop. Scared the shit out of us. We found
out later that someone left a bomb on the outside of the porno shop and the
police had to blow it up!! I dont know what I feel more disgusted about.
Elliot telling me he sucks dick but isnt gay, (still havent figured how he
got around that) or somebody trying to blow up a perfectly good porno shop.
Probably should keep the confirmation of cocksucking vaulted, until he tells
you and whoever else he thinks really gives a shit enough to tell. Like its
a big piece of news to anybody anyway. He said he saw you last week and I
kinda remember him saying that he was going to tell you or that he already
did also. Keep me informed about your plans for the Belmont. I would like
to be there for Elliots official coming out party.(fuck that)

In the Crying Game

Bob

always amused when someone new stumbles upon WAYD and posts a bazillion threads under different names.

:)

Dani- so you won the bet. When's the big payoff?

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nervous, the wifey is at the doctor. Her sexist japanese, baby fucking bastard co -workers are going to give her a heart attack at 27....when she complained her left arm was numb, i insisited she go to the doctor, nervous, awaiting to hear back from her. they were doing chest xrays when i called her......nervous.........

some mute but well dressed goblins just came into my office and gave me some candy.

i thought it was supposed to work the other way around. when did they change that?

sighing a bit of relief...it was just stress, her stress is in her back and shoulders and it is resitricting some blood flow to the arm......casuing it to go alittle numb. It's next to impossible foe someone her age to have a heart attack or stroke, which is what she feared with that numbness....so she got some xanax to "help"......WOHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

I am trying to understand what are you doing.....
Is it your office?

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Just getting home from a very nice fall festival. Hayrides, games, lotsa candy...perfect weather too.
I dont know the details of my bet winning episode yet Jimbabe but I'll letcha know when I do!!
Time for some TV and than bed.

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Aha! I sense someone wants to suck on his friend Elliot's knob, perhaps?

Suprisingly, none of my old friends has ever come out. I guy I sort of knew did, but I was never really more than an acquaintance. All of my gay and bi friends were open about it when i met them. Actually, I don't really have any gay friends now, living in rural America. Seems like you need a college environment for that if you don't live in a metro area. People who freak out when a friend comes out to them always amuse me for some reason. I mean , it's like saying, "oh, by the way, I'm left-handed" and someone starts going nuts in their head, "Holy Crap! Does this mean I shouldn't shake their right hand? If i shake their left hand, does that make me left-handed? What do I Do!? Will I ever sleeep again! Left-handed, Jesus!"

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still at the office. it's 5:35 p.m. it's friday. sick.

the last time a friend came out to me, my reaction was somewhere between "well, DUH!" and "hey, cool!" i was happy for him and we celebrated by having sex.

just kidding.

um, i'm experiencing a caffeine free delerium of some kind. i want to go home but i have all these stats left to do. wahhhhh. i'm having flashbacks to the panic of grad school deadlines. bleagh.

i hope those folks in kauai get their act together quick....

i want to get away.
i want to fly away.
yeah, yeah, yeah.

taken back for a minute by sarah's post, then realizing she's in Hawaii. Expounding further on this in my head -

For most people, the ol' time-zone "paradox" (it's 6 there and midnight here, yet it is the same instant) is the closest they'll come to realizing what a shoddy foundation our notion of relity is based upon.



Yes, i've been reading RAW again, I forgot how much reading him is like taking really good drugs.

my brain is buzzing as we speak.

wondering if Elliott is cute.

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Hey, Boris, don't be afraid to party like it's 1999!
Aren't you GLAD Werewolves can't FLY ?

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Eating Manzanilla olives while listening to all the Sunday Improvisations again with the captions and wishing Mark Thomas HAD written the Warsaw Concerto.

enjoying that lauren is gone and i am freeeeee!!

Thinking if someone told me they were left-handed that it wouldnt open up even remotly the same sort of reaction that being gay would. For me, it would be more like if that person told me they were of a religon that has different beliefs than mine. I may not agree with you..but we can still hang together...so to speak.

eating airpopped sorabjicorn that was prepared by the prepubescent slave labor that runs sorabji.com

ever wonder why it takes so long to post on mangle? it's because every time you send a message, an innocent child is shocked into action by 500,000 volts of evil sorabji stun gun love.

one of those bastards is tied down in the basement right now with an electrode stuck up her ass for incentive to brew my next beer.

true story.

kathie lee gifford aint shit compared to the suffering inflicted at the hands of the thomas boy.

just thought all you commie-lovin' peacenik sumbitches oughtta know.

swine, i was actually starting to worry about you and your well being. obviously there was no need for that.

today deeann and i mountain biked a trail up 3,600 feet in 3.5 miles, from Mokuleia to Peacock Flats. It took a little less than 2 hours to get up and about 20 minutes to get down again. it was a stake-out mission for the 4-day camping expedition we're doing in two weeks. looks like we'll be able to hike up over the top to the other side of the mountain range and back, no problem.

later we stopped down the road at the drop zone and watched little human beings fall from the sky, and hung out with cute adrenaline junkies. one guy was wearing a detroit tigers hat. i asked him, are you from detroit? no, he said. oh, because you're wearing a detroit tigers baseball hat. he said, that's because i like P.I. Magnum. that's when i caught the accent and realized he was brazillian.

then we went into town, got some java, and then i drooled all over some gorgeous 9'0" boards for sale starting at $750. sshhhyeah right, as if. but i can dream.

"on a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

When my sister came out to me, the only thing that shocked me was how she failed to realize that her sexual preference was intuitively obvious to the most casual observer. She drives locomotives, for christ's sake.

Of course the part we both laugh about is that to this day, our mom still hasn't figured it out.

Went to a halfway decent halloween party last night. 6 people there, but it was a small apt. We watched "The Heroic Trio" - hysterical!
A pretty good time, actually.

My old buddies/partners in crime from Detroit calle dme last night. They have a ticket waiting for for the New Year's eve show - Metallica, ted Nugent, and Kid Rock. A guaranteed white trash festival. I told them I'm there. Now I just have to find a way to get there -plane, train, or bus? (i can't drive freely until new year's day) So, I am looking forward to that for sure, more for the chance to see my old friends than to see the bands, although Metallica puts on a good show.

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roasting pumpkin seeds. I am the god of roasted pumpkin seeds.

drinking my last bottle of Sam Adams.

reading a book on training retrievers. So when I shoot geese out over the river I won't have to leave 'em. They make great cat food.

listening to a very ecletic mix that includes Aretha Franklin, Collective Soul, Billy Joel and the Verve Pipe.

realizing that tomorrow, when my body thinks it's 5am and time to get up, the clock will say 4am, go back to sleep. Weee!

getting ready to go to a halloween party.

oh lord i wish i had a webcam right now. you all wouldn't believe this costume... i'll make sure someone gets a photo. this is funny shit.

I wish I was magnum pi, i used to fantasize about driving choo choos.....to me that would be the bomb, if i was an isolationist loner I suppose. My dad was an avid colleftor of Lionel toy trains. Our whole basement was packed with mini towsna dn tunnels and such......i think the lure of magnum ws better, had a less than exciting alloween....friday, we went to a party in which we had to go to a random parking lot downtown, say the magic words to two huge huys, we got into the mini van.....drove several blocks to a random location, the gates opened and we enetered a large loft with men in suits running the place. we got on someone's list, that someone is a friend of ours who is known for his abundence of products, Xplanation needed? He likes to give them away too, we did 1.5 doses each and were in a state of carnal bliss for quite sometime......the drinks were $6, but i didn't need it except to water my mouth abiut every 15 minutes. Around 5am on the secret mini van ride back to our car we saw 2 cops staring at a dead body in the middle of the road.....talk about a buzz killer. Thats the third dead body i have seen in LA from a car...one suicide off an overpass....no detail, just a sheet, one caraccident, two sheets, late, drunk driving at it;s worst it seemed.....this guy looked homeless, i had visions of these two dumbfounded cops, sitting there going..."ok, is this a 344, or a 710? wait a minute, it s 419.....oh I dunno bob, he doesn't like a governemnrt official to me, i thinks its 913...." but then again, i had all kinds of weird scenarios played in my head that night, some real, some not, some felt good, others were in different.


Saturday night, after the previous bender, we took it easy and went to planet Xanax.........oh and bowling too........bowling at planet Xanax....Last night was less than interesting, despite my alright costume...........we called it an early night,.....

GOOD MORNING FUCKERS!

i am mailing bills and thinking about some new cords with birthday money.....

hyper tensing.

i need to go to the doctor.

to get some xanax.

looking for some nice cams

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nate, the planet xanax is accepting applications for permanent residence. It's a lofty planet with higher aspirations than one might expect. gravity is at .06% and pornography is an ecouraged rite of passage

you will be a welcomed addition to the collective, please disrobe in the lobby and accept the honorary loin cloth for your ceremony

Hey sweet cheeks take those glasses off! Your shirt,unbutton it,take it off take off everything,take it all off.Stand up,sit down clap your hands,simon says.I won,t tell,I swear to God!!

just came in from spending a few days in the sleaziest parts of little rock. hooray for urban squalor. now i'm chilling back home, alternately reading an old issue of "creepy" magazine & a 1918 high school yearbook (NOT from my own personal high school years, thank you) while wearing a floor-length black dress & arm-length rhinestone-studded black gloves.

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wondering what is so great about the Pet Shop Boys' new single, "New York City Boy?"

It sounds like very unpolished. Like some cheesy Pet Shop Boys rip off band recording it in their garage.

Of course it could be that I really don't like the PSBs.

Can you say overrated boys and girls?

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Overrated boys and girls!

Overrated boys and girls!!

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making reservations to take the terror train to illadelphia tomorrow morning. gotta meet up with the big german. four seasons extravaganza. gotta get the kraut sauced up and slap him with the weiner schnitzel. gotta show off the big kielbasa and dazzle 'em with the swedish meatballs. gotta put the pig in a blanket and send the bacon back to mama.
jumping practices is an exercise in performing dick jokes that no one laughs at. because it's all oh so serious. see the wild pecker on the flying trapeze.
fuck it.
sign me up with the eurowankers.
i'll bill high, expense everything, and write off the damage like my name was slick-dick benny maroon.

fiscal this.

like a pig in a suit at the end of the world, sugartush.

cast your pearls.