The Most Random Thread EVER! — Page 7

Ground beef.

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Victoria Beckham Looks Really Awful Naked

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Updated On: 10/9/06 at 06:49 PM

Haha.

Aww, I'm sorry Spider, hope ya feel better.

I want to click the thread about roaches, but am too scared someone posted a pic in there...I freak out even if I see the damn things. But, I'd like to know why they exist. Ugh, I hate those things.

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How can something "reek" of lavender?

actor- I'm not really sure.

And yes, it was horrible. I was out for a bit, came back, and it's not TOO bad anymore.

"Fun" Links:
http://www.countrysongtitles.com/
http://www.findinsults.com/
http://www.imagespeller.com/
http://www.bluesguide.com/

"Fun" Pictures:

Yay.

I just got home from Waffle House where my wife and a friend stayed there for 3 hours laughing our butts off (Yes, this is the South). Now, I smell like buttered toast and cigarettes. BLAH!

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Updated On: 10/14/06 at 10:43 PM

I HATED "Homecoming Week" when I was in school. I didn't care about sports and I didn't like the school . . . so what was the point in being all spirited about it?

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I love this thread.

And I went to homecoming at an all girls school... it was... interesting. To say the least, haha.

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I had a FREAKY ASS DREAM last night. I dreamed that my wife, me, mom, dad, sister, and nephew were driving in a blue van that my parents used to own. All of a sudden, we heard this high pitch, screaming noise and looked up in the air to see what it was. Turned out North Korea got tired of talking with the U.N. and sent bombs over to destroy us. But, this wasn't normal or nuclear bombs. It was filled with blue gas that, when exposed to it, you became psychotic and cannibalistic. One of the bombs hit my van head on and killed my parents by the impact, but everyone else in the car was just banged up and all of us had some kind of immunity to the blue gas. Anyway, my whole dream we were running from our friends and neighbors who were trying to kill us, as well as trying to find other immune individuals to see what hope was left for us.


And yes, I have VERY detailed, plot driven, movie-like dreams.

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This one time, during the summer, we were moving a bunch of costume racks from 'the barn' (a small building adjacent to the rehearsal space) to the theatre. Our costume guy is like "You guys can take those racks because I'll take this one!" and proceeded to point to my chest. For pretty much the entire summer he was some-what obssessed with my boobs. To this day, I have no clear understanding as to why or how this began and I don't even think I want to know.

Needless to say, I adore working around gay men because it's perfectly all right for them to say something like that and get away with it. Then again, I worked in Ogunquit... so yeah.

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