Or like DukeNuke and have 45 legit posts and 3,000 Forum Game posts.

Or like DukeNuke and have 45 legit posts and 3,000 Forum Game posts.

How is this any different than Clan bashing?

~People who look/act cool without even trying. No matter what clothes they wear or what they say, they're always cool. Bah Humbug.

Another thing that bugs me is the fact that the two places I would like to use my cell phone at have no reception (home and work)

I have the same problem. My reception at home is crap, and I don't have a land line. I have enough reception to make calls, but it's lousy enough that the battery dies after about 10 minutes. If I have to make a conference call or something for work I usually use SkypeOut, 'cause it's reliable and dirt cheap.

You guys need either a better cell phone or a better...um...house.

Well. I live in a basement apartment... no getting around the poor signal there. As for my work, it is built into the side of a mountain. I figure there is 10-15 feet of dirt directly above my head, and a concrete wall between the outside and our room. I don't think any cell phone is going to help me out

All right, here's a peeve. Am I the only one that's getting tired of those "What are you _____ now?" threads?

He's an admin, lol.

Peeve: I'm not able to find anyone to go to the Slave to the System concert with me tonight.

Pet Peeve: Dentists.

I went there today, and luckily had no cavities. However, I found out that I have to have my wisdom teeth out in April!!!!11!

ARRRGGGLLLBLBLBLBLBL!

It's like one of those things where you see it happening to everybody else, and you say to yourself, "it'll never happen to me".

Oh, sob.

Yeah, that sucks. After I got my wisdom teeth out a couple years ago, I was really sick and throwing up a lot of the rest of the day, though I think a lot of that might have had to do with the medication I was taking at the same time

Pet Peeve: Dentists.

I went there today, and luckily had no cavities. However, I found out that I have to have my wisdom teeth out in April!!!!11!

ARRRGGGLLLBLBLBLBLBL!

It's like one of those things where you see it happening to everybody else, and you say to yourself, "it'll never happen to me".

Oh, sob.

It's not too bad.. I had mine taken out one summer. I was a "best case scenario", meaning that I didn't have any complications. I had the operation on Tuesday and was eating pizza (carefully) on Friday night at work. I think I took one of the pain pills they gave me.
The only bad thing for me was eating pudding after I had the operation done. My face was still numb and I nearly stuck the spoon up my nose. Ouch.

Do EVERYTHING they tell you to do, when and how they tell you to do it.
You should be ok.

My complication is sports... If you get your wisdom teeth pulled, I've heard you can't excercise for about eight days or so because there's a high risk of blood clotting and stopping it from getting to the brain. That's what my friend had during track season.

No he's notxzrglBLBLBLLLLZOMG!!!!

That sounds ridiculous. There are a lot of myths that go around about wisdom teeth. Your surgeon is the only person you should be taking advice from.

Whoa, just now did I see that,
P.S. Why did You give up(or whatever happened) being an admin IJ?

Stop. Remember that post. Nominate it for "Best Moment" five months later.

My current pet peeve is when people break your things. When the slobs come over, you spend six hours cleaning up. Anyone else have slob friends who throw discs on the floor and leave trash on the ground?

Well, it's kind of a long story...

You see, one day in January I made a comment about Joey Day's polo shirt that he unfortunately took as an insult. Though I insisted that my remark was only in jest, he challenged me to a duel, and as a gentleman I had to accept. As I am a crack shot I chose pistols, but what I failed to realize is that my draw is a bit rusty. Joey easily beat me, but his eye isn't as good as mine and I only took a shot in the shoulder. Nice chap that he is, Joey drove me to the hospital in his Subaru. So as to preserve Mr. Day's dignity (and my own) I explained to the ER nurse that I had been hunting with the Vice President.

While on the mend I shared a room with an elderly Inuit woman name Noayak who primarily watched Wheel of Fortune, but when she wasn't doing so she shared with me some things she had learned in during her long life upon the tundra. Among the things she taught me--most of which, I admit, had to do with arctic fish and sea lions--was the importance of family. Once I had healed enough to travel I immediately boarded a train for my home town which I had not seen for 40 long years. There I communed with the spirits of my ancestors and met the children of the great aunts and uncles who had settled there. They took me in and taught me the ancient language of the swallow, which isn't entirely pleasant but made certain aspects of my situation there, namely ordering dinner from the sacred swallow-tongued pizza-makers, more convenient.

Eventually, though, I yearned for my own home, and after bidding farewell to my newfound family I boarded a coach. The first day of travel was dull, but on the second day the coach was crossing a high bridge when it was suddenly buffeted by an enormous gust. The horses broke free and the coach crashed through the bridge's rotted wooden rail, plummeting hundreds of feet into the stony gorge below. By some freak chance, though, I was thrown from the coach and my overcoat was caught on a splinter of wood no larger than a child's forearm that protruded like a splintery finger from the bridge's shattered rail. Once I ceased shaking from fright I carefully grasped a firmer-looking board and hoisted myself back upon the bridge. There was no one in sight and the horses had long since galloped past the horizon, so I started walking.

Some hours later a circus caravan, which had apparently had no mishaps upon the bridge, approached from the direction I had come. An entertainer by the name of Gerald cheerily informed me that they were in fact due to arrive in my own village in two days time and offered me conveyance. I graciously accepted, and during the journey I was tought, despite my protests, how to juggle four anxious kittens and an overripe cantaloupe, blindfolded. I was so cheered by the sight of my home that I bought Gerald and his entire troupe many ales at the tavern down the road from my dwelling.

As the sun set, I reflected wistfully upon my adventures and new acquaintances and pledged to myself that I would never forget the things I had seen nor the people I had met.

Oh, and I'm just taking a break from being an admin so I can kick back and relax a bit.

Stop. Remember that post. Nominate it for "Best Moment" five months later.

My current pet peeve is when people break your things. When the slobs come over, you spend six hours cleaning up. Anyone else have slob friends who throw discs on the floor and leave trash on the ground?