Originally Posted by Fire Me Boy! (Post 8797611)

There is an idea of a Fire Me Boy!; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

Originally Posted by Dr. Johnny Fever (Post 8797090)

You don't need to share if you don't want to Lump. No one needs to. You and I are already friends. I was just trying to make a few more here. If people aren't good with that it's fine. You may notice I didn't share anything in the OP that I haven't shared before elsewhere.

Originally Posted by JD10367 (Post 8797016)

Very well. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking. I suggest you try it.

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts (Post 8797221)

Ya know, I typed it all out and put it on here. Then realized this place ain't what it used to be, so I took it down. You want to know about me? Shoot me a PM. I'm not shy if I know you.

Originally Posted by Dallas Chief (Post 8797192)

It's funny the things I remember about people on here. You were Beer Me, Beer Bacon, you tend to be a left leaner- not a criticism btw, you once told a story on here about how proud your daughter made you for something nice she did for another kid in school. I even remember here name. Guess it just impacted me in some way. Keep playing them sweet tunes on KUDL brutha!