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SCIN wrote:Something else.......
It makes me feel really wierd knowing that at any moment in time I can reach my hand down the back of my pants, swish my finger around, and come out with my finger smelling of one of the worst smells known in the history of mankind. The ass. It's all sitting right back there behind me. I guess it's more of a powerful feeling than a wierd one.

Recently married? You have got a wonderful future for your anal-attentive focus. Graded on bouquet and texture, adult number two isn't in the same game with baby poop.

ZSider

i feel weird when i put on a "nice" looking garment of some sort. i feel like i should be in some catalog laughing hysterically at what seems to be absolutely nothing, or just smiling for the fun of it. the strangest part is that i would want to be in those catalog pictures. i'd like to be somewhat in the background, partially hidden by a lounge chair, beach umbrella, or boat, just standing there crying. i want to be the cryer to bring a powerful message to those catalog browsers, that nice clothes do not always work. you could buy those clothes and be the guy in the background crying, looking at the pretty people laughing and smiling and touching each other. i would also want to have my pockets filled with hamseter innards, partially leaking out of my pockets dripping down some white pants. not too much, just enough where the reader of the catalog would think that i had hamster organs dripping out of my pockets, but would think to themselves that is crazy, "who would put a picture of a guy crying in the background with the insides of hamsters spilling out of his pockets all over his nice pants?" the reason these guts would be in my pockets would be because the night before the photo shoot for the catalog, i would be urinating them instead of urine into my pants pockets. this always makes me feel weird.

PoMo Ho.

I don't even begin to think it's on the same level as baby poop, but i volunteered to be a belay slave at my local climbing gym for a party of 5th graders. that was awkward. the chubby ones were the worst, they really tried hard, and i don't think some of em made it more than a couple feet of the ground. one girl tried for like 15 minutes to get to a hold i could reach standing on the ground. ya gotta give em props for the effort though. I was totally cheering em on. If all of us tried that hard, just think what we would be capable of. It really hurt to watch somebody try that hard and come up short(no pun intended).

I don't think i'll ever feel comfortable adjusting a climbing harness on some little kid i've never met before. that's a wierd feeling. And i hate being asked where the bathroom is.

The dream I had about catheters last night made me feel weird

YOu get used to putting harnesses on strangers. I had to force myself to be cool a few times when it was some hot female newbie.

Heh, yeah. Remember the 30 some odd Catholic School Girls this summer?

Meeting my girlfriend's friends. "Oh I've heard so much about you." I just want to tell them its all lies. But I usually just stand there not saying a word. It is easier when I'm drunk though.

YOu get used to putting harnesses on strangers. I had to force myself to be cool a few times when it was some hot female newbie.

Jamen you don't have a problem with this, do you?

I don't understand why Jamen hasn't jumped on auctioning off a "dinner date" for the pendergrass fundraiser yet?