If you haven’t tried Chat Roulette yet, I strongly recommend it. It’s about the worst thing in the world, but it’s incredibly addictive.
Plus you’ll get a chance to see just how many perverts there are out there. There are dudes holding, yanking, pulling, tugging, pushing, flexing their junk about every 10 pulls.
I chat rouletted last night at a bar, where I was in a group and we could hide behind a drink.
Chat Roulette makes me wish that religion actually worked.
From the Illinois Poison Center Blog:
- A woman called because she had reached into her bathroom cabinet in the dark for a tube of personal lubricant and accidentally used toothpaste instead.
I don’t want to send back a pingback to the original post, but you can see the original post by going to the above information.
The clapboard woman gives everyone the clap with her improvisational expertise on the DVD features of Inglourious Basterds.
I had no idea this guy existed.
My Opoe (oh-pooh) and me!
I’ve been working on a post about my weekend in Grand Rapids. I’m struggling.
When Tina and I drove away from my grandparents’ apartment after the weekend with everyone, I started to blubber like a child. I was an emotional basket case. I had to pull over, because I was overwhelmed with the pride, joy and happiness of having a great time with my family.
There were so many experiences in the past 10 years when I was so worked up over my non-theism that entire trips were ruined, because I couldn’t be myself. Now I’m free from that albatross. I am proud of who I am. I don’t need to talk about my lack of faith. It just is, and that’s all the difference. Now I can focus on loving my family and being myself.
Seeing them used to stress me to the nines. Now, it seems to be getting better.