Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

i will come to texas. i'll be picking chiefton up first.

kick ass! ill post a new topic when i get the details!

(this should have been posted a few days ago but i was busy with a 48 hour birthday bash. life is great!)

jacko,

well you got me on this one for sure. i am very impressed with all the effort you took to re-read and to quote my posts. certainly, your selections prove that i am one bitter motherfucker! i would also like to commend your cut-and-paste skills.

it may be a moot point, but i agree with your statement that your postings are not necessarily indicative of your true personality.

but when i criticize you here i am not talking about jack chiefton, the nice guy for whom his pals will vouchsafe, but about jack chiefton, the aggro literary figure who suffers from some major malfunction. one is real and the other is fictional. the former can change the latter if you want him to. as e costello says, every day i write the book.

having said that, i would like to take you up on your kind offer of anallingual stimulation. as it is, my days of homosexual experimentation are long gone but under the circumstances it sounds like an offer i can't refuse. i got your name and address and i will be dropping by any day now. may i presume you will not be charging for this? also, i do hope that your apparent troubles with the opposite sex do not stem from any inability to employ your tongue in a useful fashion.

Martino, glad you are back. I love this post. I laugh out loud and no post has done that for me in a long time. Thank you.

Apartment number is 306A, not 306. Make sure you don't come to 306, because you will be met by an ogre of a man standing about six foot five and weighing about 350 lbs. Although you could try pushing back the rolls, his g-spot may be difficult to locate.

Jacky honey, your split personality gives me great entertainment.
I'm also finding the load of 10 cent words in this thread are a writer's wet dream.
Maybe I'll piss martino off so he can dress me down too!

h.-

I think it has more to do with the fact that I can't think of anything worthy to write about anymore. Lack of ambition or what, I feel completely bored with everything, and unfortunately I spend alot of time around computers so I'm constantly feeding another addiction (this website) with boredom. I don't know if the pessimism of everything is getting to me or what. Maybe it's the inconsistent winter we've been having in Wisc. One day it is 50 and beautiful, the next it is 22 and snowing. Ups and downs, ups and downs.

A lot can be said for the weather's effect on the human psyche. Yesterday, it was pouring snow and I only opened the shades long enough to look at it and go back to sleep.
Today was blue and sunny. And I got up at the butt crack of dawn and went to work.
I lead a damned boring life. I can say the what I did today was silly and fun.
I bought balloons, some that looked like sperm (they were supposed to be worms) and some that looked like psychotic nipple heads (they were supposed to be bunnies.)
They all had these crazy stupid faces on them and it made me realize something when they were so cheap that,as soon as they looked like bunnies or worms, the damned things popped. And I laughed my ass off.
I suppose I will take this ridiculous lesson to real life. If it is as you think it should be, it will explode in your face. I'm not neccesarily a pessimist. I'm more of an amused spectator.
But damn it if I didn't see it as some sort of parallel for when I'm feeling like a useless idiot.
I am not what I wanted to be, imagined myself to be, would have thought I would be.
But I would rather be dull, quiet, and get my kicks from what I do than my earlier imaginings of myself.
Life doesn't always make me happy. But I do know what does, so I work with that.
Simple, I know, but it makes the days pass much easier. And I know I'll still sleep on the snowy days.
I am supposedly a poet, Mr. Chiefton. Most days, I can't come up with one word for what I feel.
I circle the same subject with no way to put it.
So, I shut down. I don't even try, which pisses me off. And I get angrier when I try and someone likes something useless I write more than something that means more.
That's when I resort to balloons...
And I've a plan for what I will use the deformed balloons for in the coming week.
Just because I've got to work with what I have.
And I know it will make me laugh.

Wow. I never realized what everything here meant exactly. I feel more enlightend on this current subject at hand. I'll be in seattle this summer with daily. hmmm. fun times to be had.

Rosie is a total psycho! And a 300 pound man! Don't come to Seattle!

eeeeh haw! McCutcheon is being his usual jackass self and insulting people just for the fun of it. I told him if he posted something not nice, I'd get on here and say something.
Rosie is a beautiful girl who would love to see you. As would I. And I'm sure McCutcheon is just talking big to make up for his...errr...shortcomings.
I am half watching a movie with him and debating the fact that he is NOT as hot as the guy in the movie. He doesn't want to come to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe, there are men prettier than him out there.
I think there are...

of course there are, cow!

AND! back to this, Amanda and I are getting married!

wow! who is slinging caddy cadderson comments. talking about yourself?
i don't need your babyish bullshit. piss off
as far as i am concerned you are a small boil on my clients ass.
if your four hour a day job doesn't allow you enough time to produce a book by now then it is time to learn how to work and get off the pot.
leave me alone!!!

wow, im sorry for even bringing this up.