Retard Girl

i'm not bad... just retarded.

the entire Mass Dept of Children and Families needs to get firebombed.

TWO MORE HOURS *clap clap clapclapclap* TWO MORE HOURS *clap clap clapclapclap*

is is hucking hillarious, in the content of the cripple people appreciation of the last page or so.

Twat? I Cunt hear you. i need peniscillin for my ear infucktion?

it's not just her tits... the rest of her is pretty fucking frightening as well. much hotter.

i think i have an ear infection.

see, when i read "my new way of eating", i thought you meant you were eating through your nose, or interveinisly, or something...

hopefully just a little is used. some men seem to roll around in the shit and that smells worse than what they smell like without it in the first place. my favourite is deoderant mixed with sweat. that's what a MAN smells like

i love Feinstein jokes. anyway, i just popped into this thread to mention i've been doing the stairs. as in, i have stairs in my apartment, from my door on the second floor to the rest of my apartment on the third, and i've been doing four or five sets at a whack, several times a day. hey, it's a step... several actually. i'm fucking hillarious. also trying to be a bit healthier.

sewing: in and out, in and out. really. you all know in and out. the hardest part is not poking your fingers. get you a needle and some thread and sharp scissors. cut a length of thread, about a yard or so. thread it into the needle and pull halfway through. tie a knot in the end of the thread. poke the needle down through both fabrics you want to sew together. pull thread through taut. then poke needle up through next to where it went down. in and out, in and out. when you are finished, tie the end of the thread through the fabric and cut it off. really, it's quite basic. you don't need to know anything fancy to make simple mends. http://www.monkeysee.com/play/2145-sewing-...ding-the-needle has very easy videos, follow the lead of the nice little old lady. http://www.kids-sewing-projects.com/pre-be...ng-lessons.html for kids, but still very simple.

in the "things that don't intrest you" thread, a lot of people mentioned not being into cars. i am. i'm into cars. maybe not as much as a diehard, but dammit, i like cars. between my dad and my ex, who are both big car guys, perhaps it was inescapeable. but yes. cars = good times.

i love this thread.

vomit fetishes. edit of my edit: <img="Max Hardcore with a chick puking on his dick">

sigh.

some reasons for taking my kids: - unaddressed behavrial issues - poor living conditions - accusations of abuse from several sources before this situation, one kid was with me and one was with my ex. he dropped the ball on some things (like getting him to school on time and dispensing medication as needed). my apartment was a trashy hellhole (to be honest, it was a shitty place to begin with) and even though i had my son in therapy, that wasn't enough for them i suppose. fifteen months later, after parenting classes, parenting evaluations, psyche evaluations, getting a new apartment... and having the oldest in a residential program (for other autistim spectrum children)... and the youngest bonced between four foster homes (and about to go into a fifth, because the foster parents don't want to deal with him, because no matter how many pills they shove down his throat, he will not sit still and be quiet, oh and did i mention the first foster home he was beaten [once he had a SIX INCH BRUISE AROUND HIS NECK] and sexually exposed from the other foster child... and they wonder why he's acting like a little ass) and what else. oh, at least they dropped the sexual abuse charges against me, so i don't have to worry about going to jail and being raped daily for something that i never did... and uh... court, lots of court... and uh... taking my own pills and seeing my own shrink, which five years ago, i was pretty fucked up, but i've come so far since then, but it doesn't matter, because i was 'crazy' then and people can never change and they'll always be looking over my shoulder... two mentally fucked parents make mentally fucked kids... and my back hurts. that might count for something.

they are fucked because of my genetic code. thank you for pointing out the obvious. and the medication still doesn't help them.

all i know is, i've been prescribed numerous medications by regular doctors since my late teens, but it wasn't until i saw a psyche-pharm proper that something was found that actually worked. and i'm never going back to where i was (mentally) before. i'm appalled at how often kids are medicated also. the state took my kids and within weeks they were on meds. after a year and a half of my youngest being shuffled between four foster homes and a string of medication (and medication changes), his behavior is worse. i wonder why. whoops, that got personal. my bad.

Effexor > all

both versions of the pub match were awesome. the mousetrap match was funny. Tod, great match. thank you for not burying me!

i could do Feb. and maybe even the Jan show.