I aspire to have that sort of relationship. It's really the best I can hope for at this point.Originally Posted by MaximumFluoride
I'm fine with that.
Jermaine ain't fat. He's phat. My love for him is real, not gay. But even if it was, we're both grown ups.
ha. i'm in mike's boat. my girlfriend makes me seem much cooler than i really am. she's 12 years younger ( i'm 36, she's 24 ), and she loves me for some crazy reason.Originally Posted by Brendan Jordan
i'm a lucky bastard.
ask and ye shall recieve.
i am ugly and fat and mexican american and poor and my wife is hot as hell....i rule
Youre a gentleman. After I met you, the one thing I was struck by was your kindness and humanity. Im GLAD to know you.
Max & Wally-
'Right on' on the 'hot wives' deal. They make us better...and more blessed than we could ever be alone.
I dont care about all the years before in your life...now that you know me, anyone EVER throw a rock at you and IM around, I'll CRUSH em. And you AINT ugly. Not close.
AND...I ain't fat.
Thats the world!
didn't read this whole thread, but thanks, clay, for getting rid of those two losers.
it's too early in the morning for me to come up with an accurate metaphor, but they did something with a hole, and digging, and, like, a cavity, and see, like, you're the dentist, or something...
i'll try to solidify my cleverness later on. i'll get back to you.
most of the time we never fish!
I've been on the internet a long time and I've seen my share of trolls. I knew that GP would have one sooner or later but I'm glad that they were taken care of quickly.
Having someone come in and write the kinds of things that were written in the past few days really makes people get introspective about their own morals and the lines they individually refuse to cross. Moxie has some good points that people should think about. As a community we know each other and feel comfortable saying certain things to each other but we sometimes forget that people we dont' know and can't even begin to understand are reading these comments of ours at the same time. A certain level of restraint is always needed... even though as artists we tend to push ourselves to break percieved barriers whether it's right or wrong. I'm hoping the community will be a little more open after this but not lose the humor and sense of community that makes this such a great place to be.
I'm really glad to be a part of this community. I'm glad to be associated, however peripherally, with spirited little artists like Chloe, who exhibits more talent accidentally than many people can muster up on purpose, guys like Jermaine, who's teddy bears have got to be internal mesengers of some kind who are guides to us all, and even grizzled old curmudgeons like Kozik, who hides inside a cloud of cigarette smoke and who would probably punch out anyone who even suggested that he might have a nice bone in his body. I surely don't want to take away our "edge". I guess I just got caught up in the moment.
Valentine's Day was always a really sad time for me and the other "outsiders" in my school. It always hurt to sit at my little desk with no or only one little card on it while the cute, popular, rich or otherwise blessed kids desktops overflowed with loving symbols. It hurts to be left out. It hurts to be ignored or picked on. If I only saved one kid or adult from one nasty incident by my exposing my heart to you all then I've been a success. I wouldn't have been MOXIE without the hard knocks I got, but they were a pain to recieve.
Just try to be nicer to those who have had more than their share of nastiness from life. I'm reminded of a great cartoon I saw back in the seventies. This poor downtrodden shmoe is standing on the side of the street. He looks like he's been the brunt of it all and nothing could ever hurt him worse than he hae been. Behind him, up in the sky, is the hand of God (I suppose) middle fingered cocked back and ready to flick the guy as far as God could flick anyone. Hoo-boy!
Some people never have a nice day. If you ever want to torment some poor shmoe stop to think what it must be like to wake up every morning, go to the mirror and see themselves. Then thank God you are you.