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nangiggles said:
someone may be a gloomy negative person and maybe they just have a neurochemical imbalance that has caused them to be like that, so if they changed their diet, said their prayers, and took a vitamin, then their personality can dramatically change for good
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Fixed your post.

Have you not read a damned thing blueta has tried to teach you?

:artist:
 
nangiggles said:
hell I have adhd and even though I'd love to have medication to assist me with the ability to stay still and focus on a single task I'm also concerned about how it will affect me from a cognitive standpoint, my thought process, my memory, my likes and dislikes, tolerance levels, etc all that will be influenced for better or for worse... :worried:
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I agree with your post, there are many things involved in what make us who we are.

How do you feel after you drink a bunch of coffee?
 
cindylou said:
I agree with your post, there are many things involved in what make us who we are.

How do you feel after you drink a bunch of coffee?
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I dont drink coffee, hate the taste, just the smell makes me nauseous, I have had stims and energy drinks and they really dont do much for me, however I had venevol and that shit makes me feel like I want to burst out of my own skin.....
 
PICK3 said:
I'm a Sagittarius and I enjoy learning about neuroscience, playing the piano, and watching GLEE
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and I like taking long walks on the beach, hand in hand, sipping on pina coladas and sharing my innermost feelings under the romantic moonlight
 
PICK3 said:
and I like taking long walks on the beach, hand in hand, sipping on pina coladas and sharing my innermost feelings under the romantic moonlight
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I almost have our life-sized Skype setups working.
 
Fitness-gemini said:
we are all a product of our environment but also our own being...........
They have eyes to see... and hands to touch.. and minds to make decisions or come to a conclusion

As living breathing beings we all watch and learn and make choices and grow..
people in our lives are often teachers to help us grow as a soul...
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i agree 100% ,i grew up with abusive drug addicts who never grew up as parents, and I am none of the things they are as very early on I recognized this as abnormal and strived for a better life.
 
Holy overuse of ellipses! Not to mention flight of ideas (though I just did).


I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... uh... my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.


The details of my life are quite inconsequential... 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 fifteen 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 twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm original too. :)
 
ceo said:
Holy overuse of ellipses! Not to mention flight of ideas (though I just did).


I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... uh... my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.


The details of my life are quite inconsequential... 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 fifteen 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 twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm original too. :)
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what the :confused:
 
theoak01 said:
i agree 100% ,i grew up with abusive drug addicts who never grew up as parents, and I am none of the things they are as very early on I recognized this as abnormal and strived for a better life.
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One that comes from a broken and disfunctional home..
may grow up to want a secure and happy home and learn from the mistakes made by the parent/parents mistakes..

We are all the same in some ways....
I made a choice when i was a child not to follow in the path of distruction but to learn from it.

Next generation growth...
I fear for the future generations, I wonder what the world will be when my children are 50....
And we all fall down...
People are losing what they once had..
 
ceo said:
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... 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 fifteen 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 twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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Okay. I have a vestigial tail. It's more of a nub, really. The spine just goes on a little longer than it should. Also, I've dabbled. I mean, perform fellatio once and you're a poet, twice and you're a homosexual. I remember once I was being fisted by Sebastian Cabot- but here's where the story gets interesting. He was lactose-intolerant. He could eat red meat all night long, but one sip of milk and it was gastric hell. And I remember we were caught in flagrante delicto by Henry Kissinger, and you can imagine my humiliation at having Hank hear me say, "Mr. French, no teeth." One of my greatest disappointments is that I never became a song and dance man. I could have been a quadruple threat, kind of like a despotic Ken Barry. Dancer, singer, actor, and I would possess nuclear weapons, the latter being the most threatening of the four. I once sat on a bus and tried to will myself a menstrual cycle. All I ended up with was a sense of failure and a mild neuralgia in my incisor teeth and perhaps a grudging respect for the weaker sex. I love toe cleavage. For the most part I distrust dogs. I slept in a horse once. It was quite roomy. On second thought, it was the Ritz. I named my left testicle 'piss' and my right testicle 'vinegar'. I wrote "It's Raining Men", or so the Christmas babies told me. Oh yes, I also made a Marzipan voodoo effigy of The Fonze while I was in coma after smoking some Peruvian prayer hash, but who at the end of the day can honestly say they haven't done that?
 
AFeedz said:
Okay. I have a vestigial tail. It's more of a nub, really. The spine just goes on a little longer than it should. Also, I've dabbled. I mean, perform fellatio once and you're a poet, twice and you're a homosexual. I remember once I was being fisted by Sebastian Cabot- but here's where the story gets interesting. He was lactose-intolerant. He could eat red meat all night long, but one sip of milk and it was gastric hell. And I remember we were caught in flagrante delicto by Henry Kissinger, and you can imagine my humiliation at having Hank hear me say, "Mr. French, no teeth." One of my greatest disappointments is that I never became a song and dance man. I could have been a quadruple threat, kind of like a despotic Ken Barry. Dancer, singer, actor, and I would possess nuclear weapons, the latter being the most threatening of the four. I once sat on a bus and tried to will myself a menstrual cycle. All I ended up with was a sense of failure and a mild neuralgia in my incisor teeth and perhaps a grudging respect for the weaker sex. I love toe cleavage. For the most part I distrust dogs. I slept in a horse once. It was quite roomy. On second thought, it was the Ritz. I named my left testicle 'piss' and my right testicle 'vinegar'. I wrote "It's Raining Men", or so the Christmas babies told me. Oh yes, I also made a Marzipan voodoo effigy of The Fonze while I was in coma after smoking some Peruvian prayer hash, but who at the end of the day can honestly say they haven't done that?
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wut the :confused:
 
For me; I'm 45, so don't take shit anymore! I have the biggest heart of anyone I know, I'm a survivor and have gone through a lot of hard times that would have killed most only to bounce back stronger.
I have my shit together in certain areas of life, but when it comes to picking men, my shit is not so much together.

I'm a sucker for huge biceps and hot men, I eat well, I live clean (cept for my vodka addiction) and I will help anyone who needs it. I volunteer a lot of my time to animal welfare and to human welfare!
Basically, I am a good shit, with a tough as ass attitude and will never stab anyone in the back......ever!
 
Fitness-gemini said:
Next generation growth...
I fear for the future generations, I wonder what the world will be when my children are 50....
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You won't have to wonder that long:

The supervolcano erupts every 600,000 years you are probably thinking “what are we worrying about?” well the last eruption was 640,000 years ago we are 40,000 years overdue.

The thousands of cubic kilometres of ash that would shoot into the atmosphere could block out light from the sun, making global temperatures plummet. This is called a nuclear winter. As during the Sumatra eruption a large percentage of the world's plant life would be killed by the ash and drop in temperature. Also, virtually the entire of the grain harvest of the Great Plains would disappear in hours, as it would be coated in ash. Similar effects around the world would cause massive food shortages. If the temperatures plummet by the 21 degrees they did after the Sumatra eruption the Yellowstone super volcano eruption could truly be an extinction level event.

 
blueta2 said:
For me; I'm 45, so don't take shit anymore! I have the biggest heart of anyone I know, I'm a survivor and have gone through a lot of hard times that would have killed most only to bounce back stronger.
I have my shit together in certain areas of life, but when it comes to picking men, my shit is not so much together.

I'm a sucker for huge biceps and hot men, I eat well, I live clean (cept for my vodka addiction) and I will help anyone who needs it. I volunteer a lot of my time to animal welfare and to human welfare!
Basically, I am a good shit, with a tough as ass attitude and will never stab anyone in the back......ever!
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You forgot modest.
 
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ceo said:
Holy overuse of ellipses! Not to mention flight of ideas (though I just did).


I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... uh... my thermos. Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi.


The details of my life are quite inconsequential... 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 fifteen 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 twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm original too. :)
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This made me laugh so freaking hard xD I even read it with his voice in my head :lmao:
 
nangiggles said:
This made me laugh so freaking hard xD I even read it with his voice in my head :lmao:
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The first is from The Jerk. The second from one of the Austin Powers movies (Dr. Evil). I couldn't decide which to use but thought they went well together.
 
ceo said:
The first is from The Jerk. The second from one of the Austin Powers movies (Dr. Evil). I couldn't decide which to use but thought they went well together.
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I figured it out by Boulangerie, love Dr Evil

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I wonder if there are any babes at the sports bar
giants and cowboys
queer
no?
 
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