Well, here's another attempt at making a thread. Bare with me, okay?
I've been seaking all kinds of medical treatment lately. Some of it really sucks. Alot of it I won't say. But this was really interesting, and I thought I'd share with all you fine people.
I was recently diagnosed with (dramatic pause.....)
Napolean Complex. Yes! I have short mans syndrome. And I really don't get it. How can I have short mans syndrome if I'm a fairly tall chick? I just don't get it. But, that would explain my occasional eractic behavior. I've been diagnosed with all sorts of shit in my life, and that was the weirdest! However, I asked for further clarification on this bizarre, and I feel ridiculous diagnosis.
"Hemi, do often find yourself fighting with people for no apparent reason?"
"Just on the internet. Only if I encounter a shithead (you know who you are! Nevermorefan! You're still a fucker! Frets, you better be nice, or else you know who will come after you), or someone that's trying to set me up for a reaction. Then I scrap. I'd do it in person too, but only if I had a clearly planned escape route."
"I see. It's obvious to me. You have Napolean Complex. You must attend Anger Management Classes."
"FUCK YOU! Right in your ear with a 2X4! I will not attend no fucking anger management classes! I'm not a punk! I don't fight with everyone to prove I'm taller than they are! Fuck you. In the tear duct."
"Well, there's the proof right there."
"You're full of caca. I want a second opinion!"
That concludes that little escape into that diagnosis. What a quack. However, that would explain the trojan horse someone sent me through the #nevermore chatroom. Hey, thanks. I appreciate your efforts. I really do. Brings a tear to me eye.
Now, onto other things. I'm in love with Cartman. Now, hear me out. He goes around saying the coolest shit, and can dish it out, but can't take it. I want to have his cartoonboybabies.
And I'm almost done with my next series of digital fucking around pieces. It's concerns Nevermore and a strip club. You just wait! It should be good. Then I must find different places for NM to hang out. LIKE THE ZOO!!!
Now, do you have a confession? I'd like to hear it. (The good REVERAND JS isn't taking confessions any longer it seems) And for gods sake, please help me out, and post something on here please. I don't care what, could ya please make on of my very few threads go past 11 posts?
Ct has dibs on "feces".
I've been seaking all kinds of medical treatment lately. Some of it really sucks. Alot of it I won't say. But this was really interesting, and I thought I'd share with all you fine people.
I was recently diagnosed with (dramatic pause.....)
Napolean Complex. Yes! I have short mans syndrome. And I really don't get it. How can I have short mans syndrome if I'm a fairly tall chick? I just don't get it. But, that would explain my occasional eractic behavior. I've been diagnosed with all sorts of shit in my life, and that was the weirdest! However, I asked for further clarification on this bizarre, and I feel ridiculous diagnosis.
"Hemi, do often find yourself fighting with people for no apparent reason?"
"Just on the internet. Only if I encounter a shithead (you know who you are! Nevermorefan! You're still a fucker! Frets, you better be nice, or else you know who will come after you), or someone that's trying to set me up for a reaction. Then I scrap. I'd do it in person too, but only if I had a clearly planned escape route."
"I see. It's obvious to me. You have Napolean Complex. You must attend Anger Management Classes."
"FUCK YOU! Right in your ear with a 2X4! I will not attend no fucking anger management classes! I'm not a punk! I don't fight with everyone to prove I'm taller than they are! Fuck you. In the tear duct."
"Well, there's the proof right there."
"You're full of caca. I want a second opinion!"
That concludes that little escape into that diagnosis. What a quack. However, that would explain the trojan horse someone sent me through the #nevermore chatroom. Hey, thanks. I appreciate your efforts. I really do. Brings a tear to me eye.
Now, onto other things. I'm in love with Cartman. Now, hear me out. He goes around saying the coolest shit, and can dish it out, but can't take it. I want to have his cartoonboybabies.
And I'm almost done with my next series of digital fucking around pieces. It's concerns Nevermore and a strip club. You just wait! It should be good. Then I must find different places for NM to hang out. LIKE THE ZOO!!!
Now, do you have a confession? I'd like to hear it. (The good REVERAND JS isn't taking confessions any longer it seems) And for gods sake, please help me out, and post something on here please. I don't care what, could ya please make on of my very few threads go past 11 posts?
Ct has dibs on "feces".
