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I don't give a fuck whether you think it's a cry for sympathy or not asshole. Because it's not. So shut the fuck up and go back to your own life. You seriously need to leave me the fuck alone K0NG. You're fucking 50 years old man, grow the hell up and stop fighting with a 20 year old online.

Edited by Dark_Horse, 03 May 2010 - 09:27 PM.

The last two posts seem suspiciously unlike stories. Ya'll need to step up your game.

And seriously, Kong, you mean to tell me an old fuck like you doesn't have any good stories?

i'm diabetic, too, darkhorse. i can't say i feel your pain, as it has never caused me any trouble at all. i've had it since childhood so i've never known any difference. the doctors were worried that i'm actually doing it wrong, as my blood sugars are always fine, and i've NEVER gone into a hypoglycemic coma or, in fact, a hyperglycemic coma. i'm just good at it by chance. not really a story but a response.

Response: I figured you were diabetic from your earlier post about one of your drunk friends saying he wasn't kissing you because you were diabetic. I've never gone into a hypo/hyperglycemic coma either. My lowest blood sugar was like 46 though once and I did start feeling symptomatic. But other than that, I've been fine. No DKA either.

here we use mmol/L here. so between 4 and 7 is the optimum.

It sounds like you're talking about what we call the A1c here, which is a percentage of sugar in the blood where below 6.5-7% is normal.

This thread really isn't taking off like I intended it to. I blame Diabetes. And for that, I will allow youtube to mock you mercilessly: http://www.youtube.c...h?v=pod4jIKT_kA

Anyway.

Last spring, I took one of my ex's to a Rita's Water Ice (it's an ice cream shop local to the NE US, if you are unfamiliar). There were a bunch of dudes with cameras and microphones, so naturally, I had to ask. Apparently they were filming commercials for the corporate headquarters, and apparently they wanted me and my girlfriend in them. So on some computer somewhere, theres a video of me and my ex cheers-ing our water ice cups and saying "MMMMMMM. Rita's makes ME happy."

Hey we have Rita's in North Carolina, they've definitely expanded from the NE. Mint chocolate chip is surprisingly delicious.

Wait, there's Rita's in NC??? Is there one in Raleigh? cause I def gotta hit that up sometime when I need quick Northerner fix

Don't think there's one in Raleigh, but I've been to the one in Cary a couple of times. There's also three in the Wrightsville/Wilmington area.

And seriously, Kong, you mean to tell me an old fuck like you doesn't have any good stories?

Of course I do. I mean.....I've had quite an adventurous life. God, the stories I could tell.
If I could just remember shit.
Nah...actually, this topic really got me thinking. Which was really cool because usually I'm either coding data or:
1. Stressing on how my fucking RCT project is coming.
2. Stressing on the NBA playoffs...LAKERS, BABY!!!!!!!!
3. Stressing on how the fuck that asshole pulled a straight with 5-7os hole cards and why the FUCK he stayed in when there was a raise prior to the flop.

Anyway, I got all nostalgic and went through a shitload of 'adventures'.

Thing is...at my age there's just too many stories to tell and in my case....quite the spectrum to choose a category from.....let alone a specific tale. Besides, you've all occasionally seen how wordy I can be in a regular post.

Just wait for the book.

I've honestly just been writing them down as they come to me, Kong. There's no importance to the order or the relevance... Just tell some stories.

Like I said, I can't be the only one that likes to hear and tell stories.

I'll toss out a few of my rock star stories when I'm drunk enough to get nostalgic and feel like typing at the same time. I'm sure you'll all be amused and possibly even somewhat enlightened.
I just don't want to see "tldr" after I spill my guts.

tl;dr

So, tonight, I had to take my cat to the vet. I was in a hurry because I had somewhere to be after the vet appointment, so I was rushing some things. I forced the cat into the pet carrier, which is no small feat, and even managed to do it without receiving the wrath of her back claws. Got her into the passenger seat of the car, and it was way too hot in there, so I turned the car on and put on the AC. Closed the door and went around to the drivers side and it was locked. Naturally, because the keys were in the ignition. So I checked the passenger side again, and it was locked, too.

tl;dr. I locked my cat in and myself out of my running car. And I'm still on my ex girlfriend's AAA account, so I got it open for free.

In resurrection of this wonderful topic, a dude I know from high school facebook messaged me tonight. I can't even say we were friends in high school, but he hit me up anyway.

Highlights from this conversation include (all quotes are from his end):


"Life is weird."
"My girlfriend is getting bigger while I'm getting smaller."
...
"Let's just say sex didn't go as planned. I must have stretched her out or something
....
When we first had sex, she told me I was huge.
...
She noticed something was different, so she pulled me out and held it in her hands. She said I was getting smaller, so she measured it and it was below average. And I think I'm getting shorter, too.


He's right. Life is fucking weird.

hahahahahahhaahah

i'm surprised i didnt get a random IM from you telling me about this epic story lol

I love your story from last page In:Cities
On a RCT related note...
So yesterday I was going through my contacts trying to find out who certain people were (sometimes I dont give them proper names) So I call this one number and a lady with a very thick accent anwsers and Says "Velcome to ze Vekoma vhwat can we do for you to help you today?" I just said "Oh im sorry I think I dialed a wrong number".
I guess I added Vekoma's phone number to my contacts at some point, I really dont know how it got there. I guess I accidentally added it through my phone auto-phone number detection thing.

Everone in my family was asleep one night except me. My mind couldn't stop dwelling on negative things. I would even anoy myself by thought that would just not shut down for the night. My thoughts were like poisonous flames upon my head without ever to be extinguished. I grew weary, tired, and sickly. I began to hallucinate, I would feel fingers poking my backsides and I would roll over in fright to find nothing was there. I was afraid of everything at that moment, even of going to sleep. So then I thought to myself, "What next? so many hours of this, so many nights of this... what to do for rest without all the dread? What's to become of tommorow?" My back began to ache by the wrath of my lumpy old matres. I tossed and I turned, wailing in lust for rest without sleep. For if I had fell to sleep, only much greater nightmares would become of it. Hours of precious night had left me. My mind finally had stopped that terrible racket. I closed my eyes praying for a peacful slumber. My eyes were opened to a new realm; the nightmares beyond regular fantasies. The last thing I recalled was to find myself in an oriental bluilding. Much reds and several golds were incrusted on the walls and roofs. I then had looked above me and noticed a beautiful shandalere, it was round and covered in golden thorns. I then looked to my right and noticed a dead end to the halls, wondering what the purpose of it was, for there was not a door. I looked back up again to admire that lovely orniment. Strangly, in that same spot was what looked like a face that had been smashed upon the decoration. It's apearance was without hair, lashes, nor eyebrows. It was terribly distcusting, and it startled me at an instance of sight. I ran to my right in panic, forgetting the dead end. As I ran closer to the wall at the end, I felt myself falling. I slammed down to brick floor. My face smashed against the wall, and I turned around in pain. I looked up and saw from where I had fallen. I looked to my right and saw bones. I looked down and noticed and endless drop into the darkness. The only way to not be trapped was to leep for my life back up to the halls again, where the weird face had startled me. I was afraid of falling into the darkness, and I waited for my courage to get hold of me. So there I jumped and I did not make it. My body fell into the darkness, and my body plunged into the abyss. My fall had broken on a soft tissue. The tissue was like tangled worms of orange, purple, and blue. I lifted my body and saw a room wre a creature was sitting on a mobile throne. The room itself was made of gigantic guts. The creature resembled some sort of sqid with fangs, and the body of a frog. The beast was covered in bumps, and it had no skin to clothe it's inner parts. I strangled the creature in fright and the floor fell beneath me again. I pluged into a liquid much like thin magma mixed with blood. I had seen my faminly members in the room and their faces were horribly rotted. The hot liquid sank into my stomach and a vommited my own organs and bones. I weakly limped my way to a platform of limestone and I attempted to climb it. Every time I fell back into the fire... and this went on and on until morning.. I awakened from my sleep and rejoiced over the conquered dream, but only waiting until the next one in great, merciless, fear..