"Aussie swine" FLEW out of your mouth.

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-=I=- felt better reading it; thanks for having my back, dear!

"Aussie swine" FLEW out of your mouth.

I think that's a pig flying joke.

Hmmm ....

how many (known) dads do we actually have here? tru, zoomie, daddy, daddy dopedick, ummm...si, sort of...not thrash because you can't get a girl pregnant by fucking her starfish... any others?

nick's trying, right?

i'm sure bagman will impregnate some craigslist hosebeast soon enough.

should we count my boyfriend? seeing as i talk about him incessantly here, i feel as if he's part of the gang!

ummm...si, sort of...

My dogs count?

ummm...si, sort of...

My dogs count?

If they do, then I'm also a daddy.

how many (known) dads do we actually have here? tru, zoomie, daddy, daddy dopedick, ummm...si, sort of...not thrash because you can't get a girl pregnant by fucking her starfish... any others?

There's always seepage ....
Well, that, and being careful with myself ...

"Aussie swine" FLEW out of your mouth.

I think that's a pig flying joke.

Triple-entendre?

Pigs fly, swine flu ...

Hmmm ...

I'll just see how this plays out ...

why did i think amy was pregnant?

Man, I have no idea... thankfully she isn't.

don't worry. it's very possible i'm losing my mind. packing for this move is driving me absolutely mad. i have an atrocious amount of unnecessary stuff. so much so, that i refuse to let any friends help me because it's so bad that i'm actually embarrassed.

i brought a huge bag of about 20 bags (purses, wallets, etcetera) in to work to let the girls fight over them. i have a 15 gallon plastic bin stuffed full of all the bags i just can't get rid of. tonight i start weeding through my shoes. i'm concerned tonight's the night to push me over the edge. it turns out i have well over 100 pairs of shoes. it's fucking disgusting.

3 years ago, just before I had my apartment renovated, I went through and got rid of a whole bunch of useless junk. I think the final count was something like 25 garbage bags of crap we got rid of. Threw most of it away and let the construction crew who were doing the flat up have at whatever they wanted. Bear in mind that I live in a one bedroom, one bathroom, combination living room and kitchen apartment.

And my place is STILL full of crap.

i brought a huge bag of about 20 bags (purses, wallets, etcetera) in to work to let the girls fight over them. i have a 15 gallon plastic bin stuffed full of all the bags i just can't get rid of. tonight i start weeding through my shoes. i'm concerned tonight's the night to push me over the edge. it turns out i have well over 100 pairs of shoes. it's fucking disgusting.

could you goodwill/salvation army the tuff, and get tax credits?  or used clothing stores might also be a boon.

Goodwill'll take that shit in a heartbeat ...

I have noticed the Goodwill I usually drop stuff of at has become more picky lately.

Who knew skid-marked underwear wasn't in style? Oh well, at least they'll take the ones that my Molloscum rubbed against.

Yeah actually I noticed the same. Goodwill is getting snobby.

The City Rescue Mission here is a WAREHOUSE full of cool things, cheap ...

Folding, working, decent shape treadmill - $40

I am late to the party on this one, but my first child was miscarried at 5 months. It was probably for the better since I was 17 at the time.

Salvation Army is better about accepting things than Good Will

Also, didn't some of you guys have girls that needed abortions? That has to count for a half-point of a quarter-point at least.

could you goodwill/salvation army the tuff, and get tax credits?  or used clothing stores might also be a boon.

many of my friends and co-workers have been waiting nearly a decade for this purge. i've always promised them first look. a riot might ensue if i were to deny them. i have that much awesome stuff. (read: i have always had that big a shopping problem.)

after they go through each grouping of items, i plan on bringing them to the local thrift shops because they'll give me great value (in their receipts) on anything i give. unfortunately the salvation army/goodwill/breast cancer donation group/et al won't really define my items by quality, or original price, only by price-per-style-of-item (as in: $2/shirt, $2/pant, etcetera). the thrift shops are willing to analyze quality and material (e.g.: silk vs. synthetic) and quote me a tax related receipt based on value rather than purely quantity. i dig that, especially knowing i've always payed premium on clothing items and many of these items have seldom been worn.

I have exceptional taste in clothes.  My friends always end up taking my things before I have time to accumulate them so I don't ever have too many.  I also do things like sew so that I can turn something old into something new.  Hip-  I will take all of those shoes off of your hands. Speaking of shoes... my mom actually bitched at me today about how I don't own a pair of tennis shoes.  She thinks I need sensible shoes for Japan.  Who says high heels and cowboy boots aren't sensible!!?!

Get a pair of comfy shoes before you go. Walking is way less of a shitty time if your feet don't hurt.

Also, didn't some of you guys have girls that needed abortions? That has to count for a half-point of a quarter-point at least.

That might've been what Katie was thinking of before, re: me as a halfway daddy?

In that case, how many of us have some mommy points (or fractions thereof) on our records?

I actually don't care. I've been up ALL NIGHT LONG packing. Shoes, kitchen, and bath stuff are all done, and before i just hopped in the shower, i bleached the tub, toilet, and floor, and spic-n-spanned every surface in the room. Holy crap. Bedtime.

Sarah gets Mommy points for starters.

One miscarriage and two abortions under my belt.  That's at least a whole point.  I drove by an "abortion graveyard" a year ago and I actually felt bad for a second.  Fucking christians.