No, LOL, it wasn't an LSD trip! It was just a weird dream. The Beast nearly wiped out my Zombie Squad but we caught him and then I betrayed my Zombie Squad so I can have him in my team instead!
LOL, not sure what to say to that! Edit: whomever this Chuck guy is, he better be giving me some money! And credit! And a percentage of sales!
This be Chuck Tingle: https://www.amazon.com/Chuck-Tingle/e/B00SF2MTYK/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 (As for the rest you will have to negotiate a good deal.)
The other night after falling asleep at my desk reading the forum I had a dream / nightmare (weird dream that turned into a nightmare) that I had an oven fire, and it was like those birthday candles you can't blow out. Every time I hit it with the fire extinguisher, it would relight. Then it went full on nightmare mode and every time the firs relit itself, it would relight larger. Dream+nightmare= drightmare?
My relative is into camping and/or wilderness survival (not the crazy type, just likes ultra-minimalist camping), and he shared a suggestion that you keep those relighting birthday candles in your survival kit. Once they're lit, even if the wind blows them out, you don't need to waste another match. Sounds like a smart idea to me.
I love drinking beer in the shower. Like, I really, really love drinking beer in the shower. A shower beer is the most sublime (sublimest?) of beers. The first night I ever spent at my future wife's house i left a beer in the shower for her to find later. She said she'd love me forever, and here we are twelve years later.
Naw, not about being drunk at all. More about exercising my god-given right as an American to drink a beer in the shower without having to worry about the commies busting into my bathroom. I love this country!
I sometimes pretend to be in a bad mood so that my coworkers won't talk to me!! They're good people, but sometimes you need a break. .
I must now confess my deepest, darkest sin: Spoiler: Are you ready for this? I mean, you can back out at any time. Spoiler: You sure? I won’t even be mad. Spoiler: OK... You’re persistant. Spoiler: The Darkest Sin Known to Mankind I once stole a tennis ball when I was in second grade because I figured (1) dogs like it, and (2) it didn’t really belong to anyone in particular. Apparently the concept of public property was completely foreign to me. And no, I didn’t get away with it. I hid it in my shirt, which made it look like I had a moving tumor in my stomach.
Wow this makes me feel bad about myself because if you consider this a bad thing, then I am beyond bad.
Yeah @Link the Writer that ain't that bad. And no I am not going to get into my own personal exploits, that could apply to that topic.
Maybe, but you don't know what Bigfoot is? And you're from the South? Not a Bigfoot fan, but Bob Chandler did start the whole sport thing, so compensating or not, he deserves credit for entertaining the hell out of everyone's inner child.
I confess that i can't think of anything at this moment to Confess about, though I am sure it's there.
Since I don't have a drum set anymore, but still had a couple of left over aluminum sticks floating about. I decided to use them for impact play. (Not that I got to that point easily, but it is something that I was told would be on the kinda necessary list.)
Ah, remember now why I wanted to come to the confession thread. . In my early writings as a Pre-Teen to Young Man, my characters did not drink alcohol nor cuss.
