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Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 04-21-2005, 01:37 PM

GD, that's exactly the kind of bar interaction my friend Alli and I had all the time in NYC.

I love those kinds of bar interactions. LOL.

Ghoulish Delight · 04-21-2005, 01:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

GD, that's exactly the kind of bar interaction my friend Alli and I had all the time in NYC.

I love those kinds of bar interactions. LOL.

Sadly, notice in my story that it all happened before the drinks came...

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 04-21-2005, 01:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight

Sadly, notice in my story that it all happened before the drinks came...

Oh, I noticed.

Claire · 04-21-2005, 01:53 PM

Oh gosh, I practice monologues....dramatic ones....facially. But I don't think I've ever gone audible with them. I even have theme music going.....

Speaking of my theme music monologues.....I've always pictures myself in a movie, especially the opening credits.....my face going by in the window of a bus heading out somewhere in the middle of corn fields. When I was little, the bus was heading to camp where I would fall for an older camp counselor or I'd make a bet with my worst enemy at camp that I'd lose my virginity first or I'd cut off the back of her dress and then find out she was my twin sister. Then, when I got older, I imagined I was on that bus heading to college....then later, it wasn't a bus window, but a car window and I was breaking up with my boyfriend. But always there was some dramatic voice-over done by me, with some song in the background. Something by Bread or The Police or Captain and Tennille. And it's the voiceovers I think I practiced facially, but never audibly.

So far. I'm sure I'll go vocal someday.

LSPoorEeyorick · 04-21-2005, 01:57 PM

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...and the flashing lady with the saggy ass tits...

I'm sorry, Claire, but you're just going to have to better parse that expression for me.

Does her ass resemble sagging tits?
Do her tits resemble sagging ass?
Are her tits and ass both participating in the sagging action?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Cadaverous Pallor · 04-21-2005, 02:33 PM

I've been listening to my iPod as I run errands. Yeah, it turns me into a walking-in-time, lyric-mouthing retard. But man, it is FUN. Nothing better than walking through a mall listening to Fat Boy Slim's "Weapon of choice". I was prancing through the food court looking at choices, mouthing "You could go with this, or you could go with that." Heehee!

Music makes the world seem more meaningful, makes everything seem like a movie montage.

BarTopDancer · 04-21-2005, 02:44 PM

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I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye.

I do that when I don't want to talk to my neighbors or when I was trying to avoid a confrontation with my crazy ex-neighbors.

Just make sure your phone is on silent lest it ring when you're on a 'call'

Prudence · 04-21-2005, 02:57 PM

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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor

I've been listening to my iPod as I run errands. Yeah, it turns me into a walking-in-time, lyric-mouthing retard. But man, it is FUN. Nothing better than walking through a mall listening to Fat Boy Slim's "Weapon of choice". I was prancing through the food court looking at choices, mouthing "You could go with this, or you could go with that." Heehee!

I have my little mental images of each and every one of you that may or may not resemble your actual selves or your avatars. (For example, Kevy Baby is now a woman in my mental wanderings.)

But that's beside the point. Until supplanted by something else, whenever I think of CP I will imagine her prancing amongst produce, singing a little song.

Claire · 04-21-2005, 03:16 PM

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Originally Posted by LSPoorEeyorick

Does her ass resemble sagging tits?

Yes

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Do her tits resemble sagging ass?

Yes

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Are her tits and ass both participating in the sagging action?

Most definitely! She's a treat.

She's like a picture from National Geographic come to life in downtown Portland. Nipples the size of pancakes, too!

alphabassettgrrl · 04-21-2005, 05:44 PM

I guess sign me up for crazy-ville: I talk to myself, I talk to inanimate objects, I talk to animals, I talk to whatever. I say hello to the sun and sky. I bid my car a good-night when she gets me home safely.

Not so much that there is a point to the conversations; just I talk to things. When I was a kid I used to practice saying all those things that you can't say; I'd hold imaginary conversations with my mother and say all the things I wanted. But then we'd have it for real, and of course I can't even say the things I need to say. I'm a dork.

Yes, I sing in the car. No, I don't care what people think.

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Claire Shagilicious Disneyland!! Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Fulfilling my destiny..... Posts: 740	Oh gosh, I practice monologues....dramatic ones....facially. But I don't think I've ever gone audible with them. I even have theme music going..... Speaking of my theme music monologues.....I've always pictures myself in a movie, especially the opening credits.....my face going by in the window of a bus heading out somewhere in the middle of corn fields. When I was little, the bus was heading to camp where I would fall for an older camp counselor or I'd make a bet with my worst enemy at camp that I'd lose my virginity first or I'd cut off the back of her dress and then find out she was my twin sister. Then, when I got older, I imagined I was on that bus heading to college....then later, it wasn't a bus window, but a car window and I was breaking up with my boyfriend. But always there was some dramatic voice-over done by me, with some song in the background. Something by Bread or The Police or Captain and Tennille. And it's the voiceovers I think I practiced facially, but never audibly. So far. I'm sure I'll go vocal someday. __________________ Miles: It tastes like the back of a fing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull**. Fin' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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Cadaverous Pallor ohhhh baby Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Parental Bliss Posts: 12,364	I've been listening to my iPod as I run errands. Yeah, it turns me into a walking-in-time, lyric-mouthing retard. But man, it is FUN. Nothing better than walking through a mall listening to Fat Boy Slim's "Weapon of choice". I was prancing through the food court looking at choices, mouthing "You could go with this, or you could go with that." Heehee! Music makes the world seem more meaningful, makes everything seem like a movie montage. __________________ The second star to the right shines in the night for you
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alphabassettgrrl Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 4,978	I guess sign me up for crazy-ville: I talk to myself, I talk to inanimate objects, I talk to animals, I talk to whatever. I say hello to the sun and sky. I bid my car a good-night when she gets me home safely. Not so much that there is a point to the conversations; just I talk to things. When I was a kid I used to practice saying all those things that you can't say; I'd hold imaginary conversations with my mother and say all the things I wanted. But then we'd have it for real, and of course I can't even say the things I need to say. I'm a dork. Yes, I sing in the car. No, I don't care what people think.
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