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Yeah, it was horrible. And my dad, funnily enough, was the one who was worried I might break something. Mom was the one who said I'd be fine. Little did she know...lol Oh, and I should've mentioned (although it's probably a given) that my painful wailing was what woke the entire cabin up because I remember instantly waking up and crying out in pain right after my left shoulder hit the floor. (Probably woke the people in the surrounding cabins as well.)

And Mercury is my "ruling" planet, according to western astrology. (And the telescope I have is broken, sadly. ;_; I has a sad.)

So you've had a broken clavicle as well, I take it? (I'm sorry. I'm not trying to come off as condescending or anything. I promise.)

You know I'm going to disagree with that. Your profile is not cartoony. Not even close.

I broke my left clavicle a month before my eighth birthday. I was sleeping in the top bunk at a cabin my grandparents used to have outside of Beaumont (Texas, of course) and I fell in the middle of the night and woke the entire cabin up when I hit the hardwood floor. I was in so much pain (at the time, anyway) I was screaming my head off.

I don't know. I think your nose is cute. *shrugs*

lol Yep. Also, I should've known it was Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. Total classic.

The answer is clearly, uh, my eyes, I guess. *shrugs*

Guess I'd better post this in memory of the Start Hustler himself. Jack Horkheimer would be so proud. (Yes, I know I've posted this a couple times before, but here, it totally fits.)

That is incredibly spectacular! I knew you were talented, but holy makeral!

Who are you? No, seriously. Who the fuck are you?

I understand. I just don't want you to die.

Oh. Well, I stand corrected then.

Reminds me of something someone else has been known to do.

I had heard about that. I had just forgotten. I wonder what Musket did to deserve to get banned? (This is a rhetorical question. I don't need to know.)

Wait. Who wants your jizz? I don't want your jizz. You think I want your jizz? I don't want your jizz. Who wants your jizz?

That's a good one. I eat that from time to time. I also used to eat Clusters. That one was a good cereal as well. But nothing beats Rice Crispies Treats cereal. I wish Kellogg's would bring that back.

Thank you for answering my question.

Maybe not a cake, but a pie, perhaps? But yes, i do feel like a pastry floating in the ocean. An ocean full of peppermint schnapps. With drunk fish running into each other. Hell, even the sharks and whales are completely wasted.

Actually, yeah. My brother and I liked David Justice. (We were both Astros fans, but we also liked the Braves some as well due to their being on TBS all the time.)

Yeah, I'm sorry, too. I could've said that better, but you get the idea. lol (And I think it was Pearl Jam who did the cover? I'm not completely sure. I do know it was for an Adam Sandler film, which was actually a drama about a man in horrific, earth-shattering pain because his wife and kid(s?) died in the 9/11/2001 terrorist attacks. He delivered a stellar performance, to say the least.)

I may go back to sleep, too. Because reasons.

Yes, they are. I once had a black cat named Justice (named after a baseball player, I think) who was chill as hell, really. But when he'd want you to pet him, if you ever took your hand away even for a little bit, he'd reach out with his paw and claw you, directing your hand back to his body so you can keep petting him. He also got accustomed to my brother petting him...a lot. I don't think he ever got the same level of attention from me, though I did try several times. I guess my brother is the Cat Whisperer. lol

First off, it's the Who's "Love, Reign O'er Me" (one of my favorite songs of all-time so I apologize for being so brash with you.). Second, I was going for Credence Clearwater Revival's version of the old blues folk song "Midnight Special".

Okay. So are we voting for who gets fed to the monster or who wins the whole thing?