katt_goddess

I don't mean you have cancer. I'm not WebMD. We all know it's lupus. But the chemical reaction on the paper that means a female is pregnant appears to also react to cancer tells when a dude pees on it. One day, that might be a thing that doctors require dudes to actually do if they've been feeling lethargic and out of sorts as a quick and easy enough test to rule out something like very early dude cancers. As for the actual topic-topic, try taking a multivitamin daily for a few days again or at least one for iron. You could be lacking something in your diet or have been doing something that depleted things faster than usual [heat and humidity can do more than just dehydrate] . If nothing else, it's a cheap experiment.

Slight tangent, maybe he really should. It's been found that when a dude pees on one of those things and it comes back as pregnant, it's a early indicator of cancer. What was once a joke done at frat parties now has an actual purpose.

Is that a 'Tonka Tot' sticker on the side? Holy crap. >

Do you take any sorts of daily vitamins? Maybe you need to. Could need a slight iron increase in the short term.

Stops smoking weeds then. Use weed killer like the rest of us.

Hoping his mom takes his toys away and makes him sit in a corner.

Are you suffering from internal issues like ulcers or tumors? Or just going through a general 'meh, food' period? When I can't eat, I at least try to keep down some yogurt.

Don't even pretend to play the 'cracks knuckle' game with me. But feel free to go lick an electric fence.

Watermelon or honeydew or cantaloupe?

Can't wait for your PS-nothing to mysteriously disappear. Maybe you'll get it back. Or maybe you'll just continue to sit on your ass growing mold.

> > > > zeni wishes he was that strong.

Yeah, I laughed too hard at that one.

I have one grandma left. As of sometime last week, the last of Asshole's direct side of the family tree withered and died.

On any given day, I risk getting run over by some idiot who thinks they don't have to pay attention when they are behind the wheel. It doesn't matter if they are texting, screwing with the radio, slobbering on themselves because they either just left or are headed to a place to eat. Red lights don't apply to them, their blinkers are 100% out of blinker fluid, crosswalks and sidewalks = parking lots, and the idea that there's someone right there in the crosswalk as they come barreling through seems to amaze them every time. Over the past few weeks, several people and cyclists in the area have been hit by cars driven by total assholes, most of which took off and claimed ignorance when they hunted down. Once school starts back up, it'll be even worse. So yes, idiots who can't pay attention to their driving when they are the driver because they need to fondle their e-genitals piss me off. Take the bus if you can't drop the toys - at least that way you won't kill anyone while you 'like' someone's 'lol' retweet.

She's one of the two main ones at the booth actually. Still supplying quality swag to the Venture fan community.

Not on the face all that much. Then again, it is the internet. I could be Phantom of the Opera level fugly too. Dun Dun DUNNN!

Threats! whut I'm usually hiding at the People's Republic of Venture booth which has been in the Hyatt the last few years. I haven't heard anything from anyone that it's any different so far this year. Not always there but it's easier to try catching me there than anywhere else in Midtown since I'm like a gimpy ninja. My system tends to flatline at some point in the Con too but I'm a stubborn asshat. Thyroid scars are absolutely horrifying when they are fresh and healing. I've lost count how many people I know that have had to undergo that. Great for a quick cheap Halloween costume, only slightly great for day-to-day scaring.

Actually that's pretty badass. You can now mess with so many people just by showing off your belly. You could draw one on. You could put a sticker near the area [just off center enough that really anal retentive people would notice it and then try not to stare ] . Googlie eyes could be a whole new adventure. You could troll a Steven Universe cosplay. Just stick a big jewel sticker where the belly button should be and at some point complain that no one there knows anything about being an actual gem BECAUSE THEY ALL HAVE STUPID BELLY BUTTONS! [then rip the sticker off and huff some :D ]

There was another guy that was very Batz-like to the point where some people confused them but it was another dude. I was trying to remember his name too but total blank. I had him on Myspace but I deleted that years ago and that guy had been IP'd from the old boards for awhile too for being generally creepy and engaging in stalker activities.

That poor cat has seen things... Horrible things... Judging by the setting, toilet things...

Ranch. Chunks in your salad dressing usually meant it had turned and to enjoy a night filled with screaming diarrheas.

batz...was not really trolling. He was coming unhinged. Maybe leave him alone in the hopes that he's getting help somewhere. : o

? The nose or the jaw surgeries? The nose was a small infection, probably staph, from some imported make-up that was being used for effects. I ended up tearing most of the skin off the area in order to make sure all the infected portions were excised. So there's a slight dent there. The jaw stuff was from a tumor that spread to the hinges. Two separate dealings - they had to crack open the hinges of my jaw on one side to get everything there, wait until that healed and then crack open the other side to do the same thing there. The pin in my jaw is where the main garbage had to be removed. They thought they got everything but about a year later my x-rays showed spots again and they dug out a venom sac in my cheekbone and filled the space back up with medicated plaster. No facial scars, just puffy cheeks.

If it's such a big part of their life that it's in my face at every opportunity, then hit the bricks. I don't have time or energy to deal with your crap. I've got books to read and a cat to dig out of the dirty laundry pile.