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And Rebecca.

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I'll bet she has other words for it.

"The back door is here, and there's a window in the bathroom - it's a 10 foot drop, but worth every inch."

TBH, I'd be fascinated to hear about how you fit 5 bodies in the trunk - I'm always looking for helpful hints - but I'd still rather have a cup of coffee with your mother. That poor creature needs somebody to talk to.

Point taken. (Actually, I've never worn contacts - the thought of having to touch my eyeballs grosses me out too much.)

I will not sleep now. Ever again. Because of you.

Prehistoric

I don''t know - I've always thought of people who are persecuted by others as victims, and if they make it through, as survivors. They deserve comfort for suffering and applause for enduring. For me, rock bottom is something one does to oneself, and it's the result of one's own bad decisions, inflated ego, and refusal to learn (Which is probably why I'm so familiar with it.) Generally, although one may receive help and kindness at this point, what one deserves is a swift kick in the ass., because one is exactly where one has put oneself.

Needs a van with no windows in the back ground.

I don't know. Every time I think I've hit rock bottom, I find someplace lower.

And with the board suspended over vats of acid...it has possibilities.

What's next? Professional hopscotch?

Can I cut the goat into pieces, or do I have to swallow it whole?

I applaud your initiative.

Then I'm a bad user.

Your point?

Coming from a prime example.

That makes sense - then you have 12 female Doctors, and at 25 go back to male. (Wasn't it 7 incarnations in the original canon?)

You won't die, but you may not sleep - some people get a little hyped up at higher doses.

Damn it, you made me do math. 300 mg/day in divided doses is the max recommended (info courtesy of MedScape). 6 doses of 2 tabs at 25 mg/tab would have you right there. You kids and your silly lawsuits.

Then they're way late. Dr Who's been on for over 50 years. Maybe the 13th Doctor? (Like I would know - for me, Dr Who ended when Peter Davison unraveled Tom Baker's scarf.)

Go big or go home.

I've managed this long, and the sweet release of death can't be too far off (relatively speaking).

It looks like it sounds like you smacked your toe against something.