Surprisingly enough, I hate disco, & I?m not a cow *hears shrills of horror in the background* Although, I sometimes think I?m a cat trapped in a man?s body.
I have no idea why the hell I chose my screen name.
How I miss the hot weather...Here it was snowing and blowing a gale...yep..Australia..its not meant to snow..just sunny..every day..( that's what the tourist board tries to tell the world... bloody liars.....
In a recent weather report, they showed pictures of snow in Melbourne, probably as a vacation recommendation for those who are fed up with the heat wave...
In a recent weather report, they showed pictures of snow in Melbourne, probably as a vacation recommendation for those who are fed up with the heat wave...
I like my beer cold & my weather hot...just like my women...What a sexist piggywig I am....
I slowly awoke one afternoon in late December a few years ago in a puddle of vomit, head pounding like nothing I'd ever felt before. Another night of binge drinking, drugs, and women. I knew it had to stop.
Mindlessly channel surfing, wearing nothing but urine soaked boxers and a five o'clock shadow, I stumbled across something amazing. The story of Mary and Joseph. I felt as though I could turn my life around. I almost watched the entire thing before passing out again.
12 hours later I'm dragging my feet through a dark alley looking for my guy. He's usually by the dumpster. While attempting to place my order, I had a flashback to that show. To the 3 wisemen. I quickly changed gears.
"Make that a fifth of mihr."
"Mihr?"
"Yeah, problem with that?"
"No, uh, here you go."
I went home with my little bag of mihr and hammered it down. Unfortunately it wasn't mihr. It was crystal meth. The strong stuff.
I didn't sleep for 9 days. I was a machine. I did things you can't imagine. I was like a robot. A robot on mihr. A mihrbot.
Unfortunately mihrbot is always taken at message boards, free email sites, and online dating services, so I had to go with murbot. It's just kind of stuck since then.
Well my name... obvious enough... I'm a man and I majored in music playing trumpet.
And I always thought your name was due to the way you trumpet your views (no insult intended).
As for my own 'tag', "Chinney" was a nickname given to me by my cousins when I was young, but that has long since fallen out of use by them or anyone else. (I have no idea why they started to call me that.) In any case, when thinking of a handle for AI, it popped back into my head: I guess at some subconcious level, my mind still thinks of Chinney as "me", and so it is.
i like to run around the house naked with scissors. running around the house naked with scissors was to long to write so i shortened it. wa-la, there you have it.
i like to run around the house naked with scissors. running around the house naked with scissors was to long to write so i shortened it. wa-la, there you have it.
i like to run around the house naked with scissors. running around the house naked with scissors was to long to write so i shortened it. wa-la, there you have it.
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I have no idea why the hell I chose my screen name.
Originally posted by Aquafire
How I miss the hot weather...Here it was snowing and blowing a gale...yep..Australia..its not meant to snow..just sunny..every day..( that's what the tourist board tries to tell the world... bloody liars.....
In a recent weather report, they showed pictures of snow in Melbourne, probably as a vacation recommendation for those who are fed up with the heat wave...
Originally posted by GSpotter
In a recent weather report, they showed pictures of snow in Melbourne, probably as a vacation recommendation for those who are fed up with the heat wave...
I like my beer cold & my weather hot...just like my women...What a sexist piggywig I am....
Thanks a zillion..
Yippee..I'm all growed up..
No more short pants..
Originally posted by OSXaddict
Actually...nope. I don't own that song.
In case you missed it..I was joking. OS X Addict...addicted to OSX
Um...I get it. But someone here must be a sex addict...
Mindlessly channel surfing, wearing nothing but urine soaked boxers and a five o'clock shadow, I stumbled across something amazing. The story of Mary and Joseph. I felt as though I could turn my life around. I almost watched the entire thing before passing out again.
12 hours later I'm dragging my feet through a dark alley looking for my guy. He's usually by the dumpster. While attempting to place my order, I had a flashback to that show. To the 3 wisemen. I quickly changed gears.
"Make that a fifth of mihr."
"Mihr?"
"Yeah, problem with that?"
"No, uh, here you go."
I went home with my little bag of mihr and hammered it down. Unfortunately it wasn't mihr. It was crystal meth. The strong stuff.
I didn't sleep for 9 days. I was a machine. I did things you can't imagine. I was like a robot. A robot on mihr. A mihrbot.
Unfortunately mihrbot is always taken at message boards, free email sites, and online dating services, so I had to go with murbot. It's just kind of stuck since then.
Originally posted by trumptman
Good now I can copy and paste..
Well my name... obvious enough... I'm a man and I majored in music playing trumpet.
And I always thought your name was due to the way you trumpet your views (no insult intended).
As for my own 'tag', "Chinney" was a nickname given to me by my cousins when I was young, but that has long since fallen out of use by them or anyone else. (I have no idea why they started to call me that.) In any case, when thinking of a handle for AI, it popped back into my head: I guess at some subconcious level, my mind still thinks of Chinney as "me", and so it is.
"We were somewhere over the desert near Barstow when the drugs began to take hold."
or maybe i'm confusing it with something else.......
Zaphod, your name cought my attention. Probably cause I've been reading a collection of Douglas Adam's books lately.
Originally posted by running with scissors
i like to run around the house naked with scissors. running around the house naked with scissors was to long to write so i shortened it. wa-la, there you have it.
Oooh. Nasty mental polaroid.
Nasty. Nasty. Nasty.
It's my own damn fault though.
Originally posted by running with scissors
i like to run around the house naked with scissors. running around the house naked with scissors was to long to write so i shortened it. wa-la, there you have it.
Who is Scissors...your cat...?