fatbob309 wrote:I want out of the Jeep thing... I want to build a hot rod again. I don't want to sell the heep I just want to spend my money on something other than that big black POS I have.

I got out Bob, now look what I got...... :eyeroll:

I hate to sleep. I am always afraid I will remember my dreams.

I have trouble waking up b/c I like my dreams better.

Last night Jared came over drunk. When he passed out I beat the crap out of his lifeless body for hours. When he woke I up I played dumb and he couldn't figure out why he hurt so much. Some Indians sang prayer songs for him.

Last week, Jonathan thought it was fun to ride in an office chair pushed by a bus Dana was driving. I was in the truck in front filming as they went faster and faster. She couldn't see over the front of the bus and his chair flopped over and he went under. I yelled stop but slamming on the brakes when his melon was under the tire probably didn't help. His head made a popping noise and brains came out.

Ok so that last one didn't fit like the first one.

I had a good dream for the first time in a long time... that gives me hope.

fatbob309 wrote:I had a good dream for the first time in a long time... that gives me hope.

Who was she?:)g)

If I should happen to cut myself while working I like to stop and watch the blood run. There is something about that red line making its way down my arm or leg that is mesmerizing to me.

When I see flowers in the dumpster that the flowershop threw away, I fish them out, clean them up, and put them on my dining room table.

Skatchkins wrote:When I see flowers in the dumpster that the flowershop threw away, I fish them out, clean them up, and put them on my dining room table.

im still using that bendy desk lamp you found in the trash years ago

I love August Burns Red - Carol of the Bells

ditto

I ALMOST started smoking again... 8| over 7 1/2 yrs since my last cig, Reason...

Monday booted 1 of my boys out & to his moms, :sad: I know thats NOT the place for him but I just cant win aginst an ex-wife who "promises" to allow him to do what ever he wants with out any accountability. And the direha of the mouth in F-bombs he dropped on me were un-accatable.
And of course Thursday brought on more ex-wife dramma & then my boss wouldnt allow me to attend a mandatory yearly meeting (this is when we get all the insurance info & get to ask the insurance people questions & get Flu shots too)
This is something I've NEVER missed and with Jens health she needs the Flu shot & I need the Q-&-A on the insurance... Nope didnt get any of it so now Im stuck havin to read all the fine print & call in my questions }:(

Well I think I can legaly be declared insane....

Last Thursday my ex-wife & the kids (my 3 + her 2boys) were evicted, SO the wife & I talked and decided to open our home to them for 2weeks till they can get into their own place again... so thats 6 additional people we now have living here.
The out date is the 7th for her (the ex) so were still all good for the Christmas Party the following week :)g)

I cant imagine having that many people in my house, must be crazy there :)

Wow... I am thinking we should take donations to get you and your wife a hotel room away from it all for a night after all of that 8| I have a hard time with my 2 kids, wife and dog... I think I would go crazy!!! :lol:

Many times when I blow my nose, snot comes out of my right eye

I was watching tv and found out that Martha Stewart loves MST3000

I sleep walk/talk and even when it dawns on me that it's just a dream and I feel stupid, I still must carry out the task.

I turned on my light last night to see if a customer given $100 bill was fake or not.
The other night I got pulled over and discussed things with the motorcycle cop for a long time all the while knowing it was just a dream.
Sometimes I'll put on clothes if I think I'm at work.

Im considering using the Durango as a trade in on an...


FJ 8|

Sc00by wrote:Im considering using the Durango as a trade in on an...


FJ 8|

Don't do it. I've met a few FJ owners and it's not pretty.

I miss Alan