James's Journal (And Alternate Alliteration)

well, I'm down from college. Strangely, my 10 rep max is % a lot closer to college, than my 225 rep number is. Interesting.

225 x 25. Good, but not great. I coulda broke form, and arched, and squirmed, and pussied out a few more, but then I would have had to kick my own ass in a competition that is with nobody but my own mind.

Also, bunny, you have a standing / leaning / kneeling / riding / driving invite, as always.
 
could be written on the tip of my little finger.
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That is one of the classes, I offer, yes.

For the mean remark, I STILL won't uninvite you, but your invite will be the "It was a long day at work, and I'm gonna lean back in this chair, and you can use it if you want to, but I'm going to be watching Ren and Stimpy on our bigscreen" invitation.
 
Awww I miss Ren and Stimpy... and Powdered Toast Mannnnnnnnnnn! :(


Hell... if Kimberly gets your lap (Damn Amazon that she is...) then I'm sitting on top of your face... I mean, head... that ummm... rest upon your log of a neck... so I can enjoy the show.... Ren and Stimpy... that is.

-S Dawg
 
This has to be the unsexiest picture of me ever, but a promise is a promise! I'm all red faced and sweaty! Eat your heart out! :beating:
 
Sorry, Tyly, but that does not meet the terms of your promise. He asked for hot, sweaty BODY pictures, and that's your face. A very pretty face, to be sure, but still it's not your body.
 
James said:
That is one of the classes, I offer, yes.

For the mean remark, I STILL won't uninvite you, but your invite will be the "It was a long day at work, and I'm gonna lean back in this chair, and you can use it if you want to, but I'm going to be watching Ren and Stimpy on our bigscreen" invitation.
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Make it Beavis and Butthead and I might be more inclined.
 
daiseeangel said:
I'm not sure that I know what you mean...
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Not really a very good joke.

Also, are image tags disabled for both html and bb code or am I crazy? :(

Edit: The duchesse's headband looks good on you, though.

Edit: Guess it's just me on the tags. Maybe it's a probationary thing?
 
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image tags turn into strict links on the journal pages. Each section has its own rules.

rest upon your log of a neck...
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I'd let you if I owned one, dear.

But I wanted him (and all of you) to be able to stomach the picture!
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'Twas delicious. If you ever want to trade Jameses, I would be more than happy to oblige.

Make it Beavis and Butthead and I might be more inclined.
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Sorry, baby. While I do love me some beavis and butthead, nothing says "tired/lazy" like a naked afternoon of singing the Log song. By Blamo.

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In awesome news, I got a second job over the weekend at my favorite bar. I was just sitting there having a beer with some friends when our sweet little waitress comes over and starts buttering me up. After a couple of minutes about how big my arms and chest are (which they are, ladies... feast your eyes), she got in to the meat of the conversation: She wanted me to come and bounce a few nights a week.

This bar is a man's bar. It has something ridiculous like 800+ beers (on tap and in bottles), and a "smoking room" in the back where you can go and smoke cigars and watch sports. FINALLY, something to use my size for again besides sports and moving peoples' houses. I've bounced before, and it was the most fun job I've ever had... Mostly because they pay you to sit around and look enormous... which I do anyways for free!

All of this balances out, however, 'cause not 2 hours after I get invited to work at that bar, the ladies I was hanging out with wanted to head to a douchebag bar, with people with spiked hair, waxed chests (whaat?), and expensive shirts. They got a pocket full of roofies, and their homeboys do too.

After minutes of persuading, I finally cave, and we go. I am not in there for more than five minutes before some guy that is trying to impress his lady friends pushes my friend really hard and sends him flying. I knock his beer down, and stand him up, and start saying bad words at him. His friends pull me off, he appologizes to me and my buddy, and then skulks away.

Now, by this time, all of the tiny little girls have weaved their way through the crowd through spaces my johnson couldn't fit through. I try tapping shoulders, and manage to move halfway to them when someone comes and starts pushing ME. Game Over. I stand the guy up, criticize the size of his genetalia, push him down to the floor, and walk out of the bar. I HATE douchebag bars. Sad thing is... none of that was done drunk in the least. I had had a grand total of two beers for the night. It is just bars like that that attract the frat boys that are 150 pounds, but shooting roids into their asses, not knowing anything about 'em 'cept for that their friend Moose used 'em, and he got HUGE, and flexing their 15in biceps in the mirror while saying "super-fly".

That was my weekend.

Happy monday, everyone.
 
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