Bitch

I was too lazy to type this out again, so I just cut and pasted an AIM convo I had with M about Adrianna:

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SailorMercuryLuv: there?
cyco340857: yes
SailorMercuryLuv: don't have much time as I hafta cook and all but I did want to share this story
SailorMercuryLuv: cus it's awesome
cyco340857: ok hiit me
SailorMercuryLuv: So I'm at the hospital with Rachel and Adri and I get sick of waiting for her in the waiting room, So I take Adri downstairs
SailorMercuryLuv: see, there's one of those things with the beads on the wire that you move along the wire track and it's supposed to be fun, on the first level of the hospital
SailorMercuryLuv: you know what I'm talking about?
cyco340857: yes
cyco340857: i liked those
SailorMercuryLuv: strangely, so do I
SailorMercuryLuv: anyhow, it's bolted to a table right across from The Childrens Discovery Museum, which is really just a playroom with educational toys about the body
SailorMercuryLuv: it's pretty cool in there
SailorMercuryLuv: so here Adri and I are sitting at the table playing with that bead/wire thing and she, suddenly, for no reason, pats me on the shoulder, points to the museum window and says, and I shit you not...
SailorMercuryLuv: "look daddy, bitch!"
SailorMercuryLuv: loudly
SailorMercuryLuv: very, very loudly
SailorMercuryLuv: it took me like a full minute to register what I just heard
cyco340857: bitch OMG?
SailorMercuryLuv: I mean I have a potty mouth and all but I figure a term like that is a bit too abstract for her to figure out
SailorMercuryLuv: but anyhow
cyco340857: what was she pointing at?
SailorMercuryLuv: after that minute I pulled my mouth off of the floor and looked around at all the other parents who's eye's were right on me
SailorMercuryLuv: so I ask her, "What?!"
SailorMercuryLuv: and she replies while pointing that the door from which you can see a woman "look a biiiiiiiitch!"
cyco340857: whaaaaaaa
SailorMercuryLuv: again, I'm speechless
SailorMercuryLuv: my face is white and I'm feeling like the worst parent ever!
SailorMercuryLuv: so I ask her to stand up and take me to this bitch
SailorMercuryLuv: she gets out of her chair, takes my hand, and pulls me over to the window of the museum and points and says "A Biiiiiitch!"
SailorMercuryLuv: she's pointing to the fishtank
SailorMercuryLuv: and there is a fish in there
cyco340857: FISH1
cyco340857: OMG
cyco340857: LOL
SailorMercuryLuv: she was trying to say fish the whole damn time
SailorMercuryLuv: I sighed in relief
SailorMercuryLuv: and began to coach her on the word "fish"
SailorMercuryLuv: she now says "Bish" which is leagues better in my opinion
cyco340857: yes!
SailorMercuryLuv: but damned if I didn't get scared for a bit
SailorMercuryLuv: lol
SailorMercuryLuv: my kid rocks
cyco340857: agreed

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That was awesome.

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Originally Posted by MechDeus

That was awesome.

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I concur.

My kid brother (age 3) yells out "Fuck!" every so often, and laughs when we immediately rush to him and tell him not to say it.

He's too far gone. It's over for him.

Hahaha, what a cute kid. Nice story, Shine.

That was a good story Shine, stuff like that with kids is pretty funny.

Bitch.

Where have you been, anyway?

My 5 year old sister is getting pretty good at using "shit" in context.

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Originally Posted by Mzo

Bitch.

Where have you been, anyway?

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Long story short, I'm supporting Rachels parents because they're poor stupid assholes who would rather we feed them than our own children, making us ass poor. To make matters worse they won't even let me on the net with their PC out of fear that I'll sell the naked pictures they keep on their HD, so I get online like once every other week for five minutes to check my email. But I stole their modem and damnit I'm not giving, fuck them!

=*(

I miss your special brand of sucking at the internet. Good luck with that.

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Originally Posted by Mzo

Bitch.

Where have you been, anyway?

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I can tell you where he hasn't been. And thats sending me the money he owes me.

Send me my money! I don't have a job!

P.S. Axe yo momma how she durrin. Aight?

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Originally Posted by Mzo

=*(

I miss your special brand of sucking at the internet. Good luck with that.

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it's cool, wanna by some naked pics of Rachels parents? I'll give you good price.

No really. Where the fuck is my money.

It's like a reunion tonight.

1) Great story, damn funny. Kids can be great at times. :)

2) If you've got a kid to worry about put those leeches on the street. I'm sure you're already aware of your responsibilities and don't need me telling you this, but I feel better having said it.

James

It took me until "my face is white and I'm feeling like the worst parent ever!" to realize that Adri was a child and not an adult-sized friend.

spirit fingers are grabbing my boobs ;_;

the fingers belong to the spirit of outerspace.

It lives on in all of our hearts.

Our boob grabbing hearts.

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Originally Posted by ShineAqua

Long story short, I'm supporting Rachels parents because they're poor stupid assholes who would rather we feed them than our own children, making us ass poor. To make matters worse they won't even let me on the net with their PC out of fear that I'll sell the naked pictures they keep on their HD, so I get online like once every other week for five minutes to check my email. But I stole their modem and damnit I'm not giving, fuck them!

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Dude, it is like you are living one of my nightmares. One thing I worry about getting old is that I will have to give up my dreams of advancement in my future field to move back to Mississippi and take care of my mother. I'm 21 and she already moves about like an old woman. Body pains and shit.

The other fear is my Dad dropping dead before I get out of college and I become crippled under the massive inheritance tax my Dad will leave me. He is a doctor who puts virtually all of his earnings into material goods or land. I have no official job and keep more money in my checking account at any one time than he ever has. I don’t know what I will do if or when I have to choose between selling off my families history or going into insane debt. Probably have a mental break down

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Originally Posted by IronPlant

The other fear is my Dad dropping dead before I get out of college and I become crippled under the massive inheritance tax my Dad will leave me. He is a doctor who puts virtually all of his earnings into material goods or land. I have no official job and keep more money in my checking account at any one time than he ever has. I don’t know what I will do if or when I have to choose between selling off my families history or going into insane debt. Probably have a mental break down

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Do you have to pay the tax if you dont keep the stuff?

As I recall, your dad collects old military vehicles and such. You don't really need all of that, do you? So don't pay any tax on it. Give it to charity or something.

I'm told I did this regularly. My mom would ask me to "pick up these goddamned cars," frequently, refering to my collection of Matchbox and/or Hotwheels cars. I began to refer to them as "my goddamned cars," as a 4 year old. In retrospect, I think I was a pretty awesome kid.

"Hey, you wanna play with my goddamned cars?"

My dad used to curse at the TV whenever the Broncos fumbled the ball or dropped a pass. Aparently that happened alot in the mid-late 80s. So whenever I dropped something while playing or just walking around, I'd say "I dropped my fucking toys!"

My grandma freaked out one Christmas. Good stuff.

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Originally Posted by Rhydant

Do you have to pay the tax if you dont keep the stuff?

As I recall, your dad collects old military vehicles and such. You don't really need all of that, do you? So don't pay any tax on it. Give it to charity or something.

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Thats my child hood you are talking about.

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Originally Posted by IronPlant

Thats my child hood you are talking about. You sir, can eat my dick.

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I'm sorry. I was unaware that you were so fond of that stuff.

I'm a pack-rat, too. But there comes a time when you just gotta let go of stuff. You know?

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Originally Posted by Rhydant

I'm sorry. I was unaware that you were so fond of that stuff.

I'm a pack-rat, too. But there comes a time when you just gotta let go of stuff. You know?

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stuff well be gotten rid of. He fuckign stock piles shit. Because "You never know when you will need one" =/

But I have my doubtes that the tax man is going to wait for us to sort it.