Last night

[Joga]

I had my normal sex dream about Tristan *hey babie lolz!!!~~~*
And then things took a turn for the worst.
My Tristan dream went away completely.
And I was left to dream that I was chewing...on...eggshells. Ewwwwwwwww. :yuck:

And now my dad wants me to make him some egg salad. :cry: I can't do it! Crunchy shells in my teefs. Noooo. No no no!!!

And my head feels like it is shaped like a Fork.


It should be noted that this thread's drama is significantly increased due to the original poster "OP" creating the thread while under the influence of Ambien.

[greg]

sweet, an ambien thread. post moar plz

[Joga]

Is that sarcasm?

[Joga]

John Travolta. As that dude in that fucking movie about space or whatever. lmfao.

[Joga]

I'd like to open a store that sells twirly satin ribbons and baked chicken.

[Joga]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxMTcqmv-M8

[greg]

not sarcasm. just want more trippy posts for realzies.

also, do you ever have sex dreams about kip winger?

furthermore, can we turn this into the ask joga anything thread?

[Keith Moon]

Mega lulz up in this bitch.

[Ryan]

i dream about greg sex nightly

[Bruce]

:snacks2:

[greg]

VictimX_27: Hi there!
cheesedog: HEYA!
VictimX_27: What u up 2?
cheesedog: Nice English.
cheesedog: Did you learn that on the short bus?
VictimX_27: Get fucked
cheesedog: I'm just joking relax
VictimX_27:
cheesedog: What's your name?
VictimX_27: Whats yours?
cheesedog: I asked you first.
VictimX_27: I asked you second
cheesedog: Did I time just warp to middle school?
VictimX_27: huh
cheesedog: Never mind. My name is Johnny
cheesedog: Johnny Cheesedog
VictimX_27: Thats not your real name
cheesedog: Why isn't that my real name?
VictimX_27: No one has the name Cheesedog as a last name
cheesedog: Well I do. Whats wrong with it?
VictimX_27: Nothin i suppose
VictimX_27: Is that your real pic in that av?
cheesedog: Yes it is
VictimX_27: Very handsome
cheesedog: Thanks
VictimX_27: You kinda look like eminem
cheesedog: Fuck you.
VictimX_27: HEY! I meant that in a good way
VictimX_27: I think eminem is hot!
cheesedog: Oh. You think I'm hot?
VictimX_27: Yeah
cheesedog: What do you look like?
cheesedog: Do you have a pic?
VictimX_27: I don't show my picture to anyone
cheesedog: Why not?
VictimX_27: Cause I'm ugly
cheesedog: I won't make fun of you
VictimX_27: Its not that. I just don't like my looks
cheesedog: So you have no self-esteem, huh?
cheesedog: Is that what you're saying?
VictimX_27: I just don't think I'm pretty
cheesedog: Let me be the judge of that.
VictimX_27: Nahhh
cheesedog: Then describe yourself.
VictimX_27: Why do u wanna know what I look like?
cheesedog: Because I think you're nice
cheesedog: I want to picture you in my head while I'm talking to you.
VictimX_27: LMAO!! You don't want 2 picture me. Trust me
cheesedog: Why not?
VictimX_27: I told you. I'm ugly.
cheesedog: Well... I think you're beautiful on the inside.
VictimX_27: You don't even know me
cheesedog: I'm a pretty good judge of character
VictimX_27: Then why do u need 2 see me?
cheesedog: I just wanted to know thats all
cheesedog: If you aren't comfortable with it... thats fine.
VictimX_27: You don't understand
cheesedog: Is it that bad?
VictimX_27: YESSSSS
cheesedog: Ok then. I'm gonna picture you as Weezy from the Jeffersons.
cheesedog: She is the bomb!
cheesedog: She makes me hot just thinking about her!
VictimX_27: Wheezy?
cheesedog: Yep. Weezy.
VictimX_27: Who is that?
cheesedog: George's wife.
VictimX_27: Who is george
cheesedog: George Jefferson. From the Jeffersons.
cheesedog: Are you fucking deaf?
VictimX_27: Who are the Jeffersons?
cheesedog: Oh lord. Here we go
VictimX_27: wut?
cheesedog: You don't know who the Jeffersons are?
VictimX_27: Should I?
cheesedog: Yes.
VictimX_27: Well I don't.
cheesedog: FISH DONT FRY IN THE KITCHEN! BEANS DONT BURN ON THE GREEEELL...
VictimX_27: huhhh?
cheesedog: TOOK A WHOOOOLE LOTTA LU UH VINNNN. JUST TO GET UP THAT HEEEELL
VictimX_27: Wut the hell are you saying?
cheesedog: Hold on a second
cheesedog: Here you go. *PIC*
VictimX_27: Thats her?
cheesedog: Yep
VictimX_27: I don't look anything like that
cheesedog: SHUT UP! You're ruining my fantasy!
VictimX_27: LOL. You're funny.
cheesedog: What's funny?
VictimX_27: u r
cheesedog: I'm glad I entertain you
VictimX_27: me 2
cheesedog: So if you don't look like Weezy, what do you look like?
VictimX_27: u don't give up do u?
cheesedog: Never
VictimX_27: I'm the exact opposite of her
cheesedog: ???
VictimX_27: I'm very white
cheesedog: Thats cool, my white anti-soul sista'
VictimX_27: LOL
cheesedog: I can dig white chicks too, I guess.
VictimX_27: I'm whiter than most
cheesedog: really?
VictimX_27: I'm an albino
cheesedog: a what?
VictimX_27: u don't know what that is?
cheesedog: I've heard the word before
VictimX_27: I have no pigment in my skin, eyes or hair
VictimX_27: So I'm all white
cheesedog: This is bullshit
VictimX_27: I'm serious!
VictimX_27: You've never seen an albino before?
cheesedog: No. Where do they live? Albinia?
VictimX_27: No, we live all over.
cheesedog: Then how come I've never seen any
VictimX_27: Lucky I suppose
cheesedog: Send me your picture. I wanna know what an albino looks like.
VictimX_27: I'll send you a picture of one but not me
cheesedog: Ok
VictimX_27: Here u go *PIC*
cheesedog: Whoa. Thats freaky
VictimX_27: See why I don't send my picture out?
cheesedog: there's nothing wrong with it.
cheesedog: It doesn't make you ugly
cheesedog: This chick is kind of hot actually.
VictimX_27: Thank u
cheesedog: No problem
cheesedog: Her, not you. I don't know what you look like.
VictimX_27: Are you gonna be on in 3 hours?
cheesedog: Yes
VictimX_27: I have to go to the mall with my sister
VictimX_27: Will you be here when I get back?
cheesedog: Sure. Then I'll sex you up.
VictimX_27: Gee thanks. LOL
cheesedog: I'm serious
VictimX_27: We'll see.
cheesedog: Yes we will.
VictimX_27: Bye for now!
cheesedog: Make sure you wear some sunscreen.
VictimX_27: <USER HAS LOGGED OUT>

About 3 hours later...

VictimX_27: HEY!
cheesedog: Hello there
VictimX_27: I'm back
cheesedog: Have fun at the mall?
VictimX_27: Yeah. I got some new shoes
cheesedog: Interesting
VictimX_27: Not really. Just shoes
cheesedog: You ready to be sexed up now?
VictimX_27: LOL
cheesedog: Is that a yes?
VictimX_27: Could be
VictimX_27:
cheesedog: HOT DAMN!
cheesedog: I gently suck your nipples
cheesedog: I feel them get hard then I jam my hand down your..
VictimX_27: WOAH! Slow down cowboy
cheesedog: Why?
VictimX_27: I'm not just gonna cyber with you if thats all you want
cheesedog: What do you mean?
VictimX_27: You're not going to ignore me later are you?
cheesedog: Of course not.
cheesedog: I like you.
VictimX_27: I don't even know how old you are.
cheesedog: I'm 27. Now....
cheesedog: I gently massage your breasts with my rough hands
cheesedog: I roll your nipples between my fingers
VictimX_27: WAIT!
cheesedog: They get hard again... what?
VictimX_27: Don't you wanna know anything about me first?
VictimX_27: Like what I like?
cheesedog: Oh yeah. Sure. Hurry up.
VictimX_27: That didn't sound convincing.
cheesedog: YES I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!
VictimX_27: Now u r being a smartass
VictimX_27: Just give me a minute
cheesedog: ok
VictimX_27: I'm back
cheesedog: np
VictimX_27: thank you
cheesedog: So what do you like?
VictimX_27: Ummmm being licked
cheesedog: Where?
VictimX_27: Everywhere
cheesedog: Any place in particular?
VictimX_27: uhhh yeah
cheesedog: tell me
VictimX_27: on my clit
cheesedog: OK!
cheesedog: NOW YOU'RE TALKIN!
VictimX_27: I also like being done from behind
cheesedog: Ooooooohhhh.
cheesedog: Ok. Check this out.
cheesedog: We're in an abandoned building.
cheesedog: No is around. Its all quiet.
VictimX_27: Uh huh
cheesedog: I gently unbutton your pants and slide my hand across your clit
cheesedog: You get all warm and juicy.
cheesedog: I slip your panties down and continue to massage your pussy
VictimX_27: oooohh mmmm
cheesedog: I place my mouth on your pussy as I eat you from behind
cheesedog: I wiggle my tounge around across your moist hole
VictimX_27: yessss
cheesedog: I cover your ears with my hands as I eat you.
cheesedog: Egon and Ray sneak in from the back.
cheesedog: *Powering up Proton packs*
VictimX_27: ???
cheesedog: Then... Egon BLASTS your pasty white ass!!
cheesedog: POW!! BZZZZZTTTTTPHTTTTTT!!!
cheesedog: Winston and Peter set up the containment trap....
VictimX_27: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!!!
cheesedog: You wiggle around in the proton streams buck naked
cheesedog: The streams almost cross! Look out!!
cheesedog: Peter smacks you across the chin with his gun
cheesedog: They open the trap and it sucks your pale ass in!
VictimX_27: This isn't funny johnny!
cheesedog: SHUT UP! YOUR CAUGHT!
cheesedog: **puts you in the containment area**
cheesedog: Slimer is in there too..
VictimX_27: YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!
cheesedog: I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!
cheesedog: Now...Slimer sticks his green, slimey cock in your pigmentless ass.
cheesedog: **HE SLIMES YOU!**
VictimX_27: Never talk to me again!
cheesedog: He cums all over your hair... but no one notices cause its the same color
VictimX_27: FUCK YOUUUU
cheesedog: He eats a powdered donut!
VictimX_27: SHUT UP AND FUCK YOUUUU!!!!!
cheesedog: No wait! It was your hand, you scary, white whore!
VictimX_27: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
cheesedog: Chill out, Casper. You're trapped, I said.
cheesedog: Slimer goes to lick your clit.
cheesedog: But there is already slime on your it!!
cheesedog: Slimer thinks you are a cheater and gets jealous!!
cheesedog: HE RIPS YOUR WHITE TITS OFF!
VictimX_27: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!
cheesedog: **Plays volleyball with them**
VictimX_27: <USER HAS LOGGED OUT>

[Bruce]

:mystery3:

[Joga]

Greg, yes...this can be the official "Ask Joga Anything" thread. I'll probably only post answers when on Ambien. And I think we can safely assume that every morning, I'll have absolutely no recollection of what I said the night before, so we can just establish that now.

*disclaimer* I'm not trying to be one of those people who think they're "hardcore" because they take Ambien every night. I've been having to get up at 5:30 every morning, and I literally cannot make myself fall asleep at a decent hour without it. I wish I could. The end.

[Capt]

ambien is a zdrug right? i took zopiclone when i having trouble sleeping because of withdrawal from my medications that i was stopping

that is some weird as shit, weird shit, those drugs.

[sneakypete]

zopiclone is a sleep drug? lol


plus lol @ that chatroom.

[greg]

my baby tarantula just ate a cricket

[Capt]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zopiclone

youll trip balls and not remember a thing

[sneakypete]

You got it!?

post pics! do you hold it? has it tried to bite you?

[... Scott]

Joga ... Do you think that greg has many aliases and one of them is Johnny Cheesedog ?




This thread is in need of a baby tarantula pic.

[greg]

here she is

http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8333/img0003b.jpg

http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/1779/img0006p.jpg

http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/4576/img0011.jpg

haven't held her much yet. she's still pretty skittish. these tend not to bite. mostly just kick hairs off their abdomens, which she has done to me.

she'll look like this when she gets older:

http://www.nwinverts.com/images/Absmithi500.jpg

also bought a brazillian black that's about half her size. she's holed up in a burrow though :hrmph:

[dionysusolympus]

he should meet pete's fish.

[Capt]

shes hawt

[sneakypete]

holy smokes she is little! Pretty cool! Are the hairs meant to splinter or to hit the nose/eyes of the attacker?

I am so interested in these guys, but freaked it would escape. Are you going to put it in a larger tank, like a 30 gallon or something?

[greg]

as she gets larger i'll put her in bigger cages. when they're this size it's better to have them in something smaller...easier to find the food. i think when she reaches adulthood she'll only need about a 10 gallon tank.

just fed her another cricket

http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/8720/img0012h.jpg

[sneakypete]

live crickets? does she pounce them?

[sneakypete]

pretty sure you should just copy all of this into THE NANOTARANTULA THREAT

[greg]

live crickets? does she pounce them?

yeah, it's pretty fucking cool

[sneakypete]

I want one! I can't believe she is size of a coke bottle top.

http://smiley.onegreatguy.net/spider.gif

[Bruce]

I had my normal sex


Do you two ever have abnormal sex?

[... Scott]

.......


I like the spider it looks amazing, greg would you get ill if it did bite you or is it not big enough to do that yet.


Joga ... are you fond of spiders ?

[greg]

it depends on the species, but for the most part the fangs do more damage than the venom.

[jazz]

here she is

http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8333/img0003b.jpg

http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/1779/img0006p.jpg

http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/4576/img0011.jpg

haven't held her much yet. she's still pretty skittish. these tend not to bite. mostly just kick hairs off their abdomens, which she has done to me.

she'll look like this when she gets older:

http://www.nwinverts.com/images/Absmithi500.jpg

also bought a brazillian black that's about half her size. she's holed up in a burrow though :hrmph:
holy fuck shit.

the most "dangerous" animal i've owned was a snake, but that was just a ribbon snake. :byrche:

and joga, does ambien knock you out so much that you don't hear the clock or shut it off without even knowing it? i hate when that fucking happens.

[Joga]

hay guyz!

Byrche, you're retarded.

No, Scott, I'm not particularly fond of spiders. That baby tarantula is super cute though.

And yes, Jazzor, I've turned my alarm off before. Luckily I half-remembered doing it, and turned it back on before it was supposed to go off. lol.

[greg]

i do that shit all the time without ambien, lol. never remember to turn it back on though.

[Bruce]

:tard:

[Keith Moon]

greg, I stole your spider's coke rewards code, kthxsorry.

[sneakypete]

:lol:

[Bruce]

greg, I stole your spider's coke rewards code, kthxsorry.

:uhuh:

[greg]

i already entered it :lulz2:

[Joga]

Sharpie markers and eggs.

That is all for tonight. I am about to be in a sleepytime wonderland, complete with Wompus by my head and Tristandreeeeeeams.

And Barry Manilow should be there too.


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[Bruce]

:sonic2:

[Joga]

Good evening! Took a little more than half a dose about 15 minutes ago. The screen looks fuzzy. I'm fairly certain that the left side of my body is six inches taller than the right side. I'm also certain that left eye is closed.

My head feels like it is shaped like a biscuit. In LaLaLand. And I am spinning now. Lots of spinning. Oh god this is starting to feel as happy as percoset. Yesssss.

I feel like making gravy for my biscuit head. And a rootbeer float!

wtf

[sneakypete]

I LOVE percocet.

how do I get this ambien?

[greg]

skimbleshanks

[Ryan]

limpytanks

[Joga]

Helloooooooo!

I am currently on a rollercoaster to outer space!!! Isn't that neat, guys?!?

Last night I dreamed that I was sleeping on a marshmallow that was also a house, and now I'm pretty sure that I'm Beeker from the Muppets.

And I just finished a quick (5 second) obsession with GISing "Cuckoo Clock." Because it's fun to say.

Also, the world is spinning hard. fucking. CORE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!

k.

[sneakypete]

be careful please. and pix message me some of this stuff.

[greg]

http://www.e-imagesite.com/Files/12386836775291459393.gif

[sneakypete]

:faint:

[... Scott]

0-jE2X62U5k

[Trizzak]

Thread needs more posts

[Joga]

Good evening fellas!

I just danced around pretending to play the guitar for about five minutes. Now I'm considering writing a play about the life of Colonel Sanders.

Ambieeeeeeeen

[Bruce]

Stop doing drugs, Jess. You're going to end up just like one of your students.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8a/702_image_17.jpg

[Capt]

Archive for June, 2005
Just To Get To Sleep
Wednesday, June 29th, 2005

Sometimes Steve takes Ambien to get to sleep. Just one little 5 mg pill is all it takes and soon he is sliding blissfully into a peaceful night of glorious restfulness. Well, one little pill and a little glass of wine, but that’s really just to wash down the Ambien and give it a little kick start as it prepares to work its magic on his nervous system. Well, sometimes it’s one and a half little pills, but really, the point is, sometimes Steve takes Ambien to get to sleep.

It’s very late on a Tuesday night, and Steve has to be in the office for a 9 a.m. meeting tomorrow morning. He can feel the morning crawling up on him with a knife as he lies awake in bed, the minutes ticking away, sleep having deserted him for a more promising lover, or so it seems. He can already see himself lying painfully awake all night and then falling asleep in that meeting the next morning, in front of his employees. Midnight scoffs at him on its way through the room, followed by 12:30, and finally Steve decides to take matters into his own hands. The Ambien bottle is downstairs, next to his computer; he pours a glass of wine on his way through the kitchen. He sits, takes a beautiful little pill from the big bottle, and pops it, letting a gulp of wine slosh around in his mouth to properly inform his nervous system that yes, oh yes, sleep will soon be on its way.

It’ll take ten, perhaps fifteen minutes for the pill to have its full effect. It works best if he’s in bed, already lying down, when the effects of the pill come on, but Steve is at his computer, and he can’t resist checking his email before he goes back to bed. He’s only got a few new messages to look at; he’ll just browse quickly and then head back upstairs before he even starts feeling any effects. The first message is a party invitation, the next a political rant, and then, surprisingly, he sees a message from an old high school friend that he lost track of after they graduated. There’s a link to a gallery of wedding photos, and he sees some friends in the photos that he hasn’t seen in years, and before you know it, there’s a man sitting in a chair next to him, wearing a tutu, haphazardly shaven, with a bored look on his face. The man has pink wings, and is reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly.

“Who are you?” Steve asks.

“I’m the Ambien Fairy, Steve,” the man says, almost irritated that Steve has to ask.

“Oh,” Steve replies. A moment passes, and then Steve is back to looking at wedding photos.

“Don’t you think you should send a reply to your high school buddy, Steve?” the Ambien Fairy says after a few more minutes pass.

“What?” Steve says. “Oh — oh, yes, I suppose you’re right. I could tell him all about my post-graduate work, and the great job I managed to find.”

“That sounds great, Steve,” the Ambien Fairy says, nodding politely. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Steve pauses, suddenly pensive.

“Don’t forget to mention that you’ve really come to love wearing dresses, Steve, and that last night, you had sex with a loaf of wheat bread and really, really enjoyed it.”

“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “Of course!”

Steve taps out his email as the Ambien Fairy waits patiently. “Won’t he be surprised!” Steve says, and the Ambien Fairy nods. Just as he’s about to send the message, the Ambien Fairy interrupts him.

“Don’t you think a few more people might like to hear about the great sex you had last night with a loaf of wheat bread, Steve?”

“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “Of course!”

Steve adjusts the “To” line of his email, making sure to add his girlfriend, his pals from the bar, his lawyer, and that woman he met at that one Christmas party and has been trying to score with ever since.

“Don’t forget your mother,” prompts the Ambien Fairy.

“Right, right,” says Steve, immediately realizing what a silly mistake that would have been. Moments later, the email is sent. Steve feels a great sense of accomplishment.

“What next?” Steve asks.

“Well, Steve,” the Ambien Fairy replies, “you’re not asleep yet, so maybe you need to take another Ambien pill.”

“That’s a great idea!” Steve exclaims.

“But before you do, Steve, I think you should go upstairs and attempt to convert your housemate to Zoroastrianism.”

“Really?” Steve asks.

“Really. Don’t worry, Steve. You won’t remember any of this in the morning, so it doesn’t really matter if you succeed or not. Just give it your best effort and we’ll all be happy!” The Ambien Fairy absent-mindedly flips pages in his Entertainment Weekly.

“Right!” Steve exclaims. He jumps up from his desk, spilling his wine in a dramatic fashion, and charges upstairs to his housemate’s room, where he begins knocking incessantly on the door. “Carl!” he shouts. “Carl, have I told you about the glory of Zoroastrianism?”

The door to Carl’s room opens, and there stands Carl — sleepy, angry, naked.

“Steve, remember that talk we had about only taking Ambien when you were already in bed?” Carl mumbles sleepily.

“Nope! I must have been on Ambien when we had that talk!”

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, STEVE!”

The door slams. Steve forgets his mission; fortunately, the Ambien Fairy is now relaxing on the couch nearby, ready to remind him that there are more beautiful little Ambien pills awaiting his pleasure. He dashes downstairs, pops another.

The alarm goes off promptly at 7 a.m. “What a relaxing night that was!” he thinks to himself as he climbs out of bed and heads for the shower. He doesn’t think to question the peanut butter smeared all over the bathroom walls or the fact that the toilet bowl is cracked into several pieces. His shower concludes and he makes his breakfast, oblivious to the small fire that is smoldering in the sink. “Today is going to be a wonderful day!” he thinks, as he grabs his keys and jumps into the car. He barely notices how sluggish he feels.

Halfway through his 9 a.m. meeting, he realizes he is standing atop a cliff overlooking a vast purple ocean, as the drone of his coworkers rambling on about schedules and focus groups fills the air around him. The Ambien Fairy stands next to him, chomping loudly on a bagel.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks.

“Your coworker just asked you when you’d have that spec written, Steve,” the Ambien Fairy replies.

Steve’s eyes pop open. His coworker Judy is looking at him, patiently awaiting an answer.

“Thursday!” Steve exclaims.

Judy smiles and writes something in her notebook.

“This can’t be happening,” Steve says, as a gigantic tornado rises up into the air on the horizon and begins decimating an entire village full of sentient upright weasels. He is still feeling the Ambien; shouldn’t that single little pill have cleared his system by now?

“Sure it can, Steve,” the Ambien Fairy replies. “You took five pills last night — don’t you remember?”

Steve frantically consults his memory banks and finds them empty for much of the night. He opens his eyes with great difficulty, just in time to see his coworker Tad turn to him and ask, “And what about moving the launch date, Steve?”

All eyes in a crowded conference room are on him now. There’s only one right answer to that question.

“Yes?” he gambles.

The room sighs with relief and Tad writes a new launch date on the white board, as Steve’s eyes close despite his best efforts.

“And now, Steve, I’d like you to pull your pants down and start proclaiming your support for Che Guevara,” the Ambien Fairy says.

“NO!” Steve exclaims. “I won’t let this happen!”

“Steve,” the Ambien Fairy says quietly, letting his Entertainment Weekly drop to his lap, “if you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”

Steve ignores the soothing tones of the Ambien Fairy; his eyes snap open and focus intently on the quadruple short mocha in front of him. He snaps it up in his hands and in one quick intake, the caffeine from the mocha is coursing through his veins. Miraculously, no one in the meeting seems to notice, and minutes later, it is 10 a.m., time for everyone to go their separate ways and get work done. Steve relaxes and quietly celebrates as his employees filter out of the conference room. Finally, at long last, he turns to leave.

A man in a Spandex jumpsuit is standing in the doorway.

“Hey there, Steve, all ready to go, Steve, we’ve got all those documents for you to look at, Steve, and then you’ve got those emails to read, Steve, and don’t forget those afternoon meetings you’ve got, Steve, and maybe you’ll need some soda pop to get you through the day, Steve, and hey, what are you doing for lunch, Steve, because I’ve got some errands we can run, Steve…”

Steve pushes past the Caffeine Fairy and makes his way to his desk. It is clearly going to be a very long day.

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[Joga]

WTF is it about Ambien that makes me want goddamn gravy all the time!

So Firmament totally messes with my perception currently, so I need to sleep. I leave you with a picture:

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/jogaspace/thesonoftattoo.jpg

[sneakypete]

holy fuck shit.

the most "dangerous" animal i've owned was a snake, but that was just a ribbon snake. :byrche:

and joga, does ambien knock you out so much that you don't hear the clock or shut it off without even knowing it? i hate when that fucking happens.

The most dangerous animal I've owned was a bunny rabbit. :innocent: