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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: 85 Day Jerk on December 07, 2006, 07:46:39 AM
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I think by now that we all know who "Joe Mama" really is. I started the thread as a joke, and well continue this thread as a joke. Joe Mama has made my ass hurt more than any BMX experience I ever had as a youngster and for that I salute her.
Feel free to vent your feelings and thoughts toward Joe Mama with riddles, jokes, photo's or valid medical records obtained by breaking into her old shrinks office. I don't care anymore. I gave, ................I gave at the office, but that was'nt good enough, so I'm gonna keep on having fun at Joe Mama's expense. This aint no ego thing either. Joe Mama would have to live to be One Hundred and Thirty before we even caught up to the "I Just" thread.
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obviously you haven't met her or known her very long. :roll:
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Wasn't it implied that he met her in his post?
And crazy chicks aren't so bad.....
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Wasn't it implied that he met her in his post?
And crazy chicks aren't so bad.....
"implied"...........exactly!
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Joe Mama is probably the greatest woman in the history of the United States. She is responsible for 90 percent of fat women jokes, yet she takes it all in stride. I just want to take this opportunity to thank her for everything she has done in my life and to wish Joe Mama a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. It is useless to wonder who Joe Mama is, or where she comes from, for she is everywhere, and her dominion reaches across all galaxies, all space, and all time, sort of like that green glowing sphere in that movie Heavy Metal, except her sound track is not quite as cool.
That is all.
Wasn't this thread originally for Beth????
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Joe Mama is so fat, she attends Weight Watcher Meetings down at the truck scales on I-75.
Joe Mama is so crazy, she put crazy glue in her Excedrin to help hold her thoughts together.
Joe Mama is so ugly, her left earring say WARNING BAD ROAD AHEAD NEXT THREE MILES and her right earring say, END OF CONSTRUCTION.....
Joe Mama is so stupid she think Free Range Chickens come with a free coupon for a Maytag Oven.
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Joe Mama so damn ugly, she went to Iraq and the camels that saw her done shit their humps before running away.
Joe Mama said it were her lucky day cuz she walk in the house wif a big ole dog turd in her hand and says "Looky what I almost stepped in!!!"
Joe Mama learned her A B C's from having to do all them sobriety tests for the po-leese.
Joe Mama joined aerobics class and got a letter from the Mayor of Quang Yang Province China, politely asking her to quit.
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you all right Day jerk???
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He is obviously not all right at all. 85 Day Jerk, we understand the druggie's occasional need to seek attention in group. We have ways to help you see that "being cool" isn't important compared to dealing with your chemical dependancy. We'll send the Straqightmobile? around asap. Take care, and know that help is on the way.
Father Cassian
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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r joemama and beth the same Jerkey boy?
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What the hell happened here? This is some funny shit! :rofl:
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I suggest you PM 85 Day Jerk if you want the whole story.
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I suggest you PM 85 Day Jerk if you want the whole story.
Nah, I really don't care. It just made for some funny reading. :rofl:
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I ran into Joe Mama on the clusterfuck known as I-475 leading into Atlanta late last night. I was bored as hell and had set up a tripod and mounted my camera in the breakdown lane. I wanted to get a shot of either a commercial jet landing on runway 24 West, or else one of the many ass smoking sports cars like Lambourghini's or the fabled Ford F-1 GT that scream through there late at night.
As I was looking through the viewfinder and checking the built in lightmeter on my trusty Canon Ftb, I was startled by the soft sound of tires on bits of gravel coming from behind me. Shit, I thought, it is probably a Georgia State Trooper gonna shoo me off the side of the road or maybe even give me a ticket or something. I turned around and much to my surprise, it was Joe Mama sitting behind the wheel of her van.
"Whatchoo doing there jerk?" she asked. "I'm setting up to take pictures of some of them sportscars I keep hearing about." "Fuck that shit, she says, let's race into Dalton." "Route 60 has a shitload of hills and curves and we can stop at that all night Starbucks, get on the internet, and terrorize people on fornits." She flashed me an evil grin and pulled along side me with her flashers going. "Well c'mon jerk, LET'S DRAG!!!!"
I decided it would be cool to have both of our cell phones on for this momentous occasion and she agreed. To my surprize, Joe Mama had never raced her van before and did not know what to do so she asked me for instructions. "Okay, I told her, "Put the shift lever into R for Race!" She did and punched it and shot backwards in a cloud of dust and almost hit a support column while I laughed my ass off. "You sumbitch, you almost crashed me!," she yelled over the phone. "Oh shit, I forgot, for vans you gotta put it in D for Drag."
So she did, and shot off like a bat out of hell, with me close behind.
She stayed ahead of me until we got off on Route 60, then the first hill took it's toll on her overloaded vehicle and she began to slow down. "Help me jerk, she yelled, I'm slowing down, what can I do?"
Trying to keep the laughter out of my voice I tell her, "Put it into 2,
that way you'll go twice as fast!!!" She did, and the motor screamed in agony and sparks and shit started hitting the road under the van. "Goddammit, you're catching up to me, this is'nt fair!" "Calm down, calm down, now is there a big letter P on the shifter?" "Yes, yes, there is!," she screamed excitedly. "Okay then, now when you start coming down this next hill, I want you to slam it into P for Power and the added gravity should let you really haul ass, you got it?"
What happened next almost made me run off the road. The back wheels locked up, and somehow her dogs opened the side door and bailed out like paratroopers leaving a burning C-47. Next the driveshaft snapped off at the transmission U-joint throwing off shitloads of sparks and looking like the Worlds Largest Bottle Rocket flying around under there. There was a strange glow eminating from inside the van as the tortured transmission went thermonuclear and Joe Mama's hair was flying up all around her head like Halle Barry's would do in all them X-Men movies. Before anything 'real bad' could happen, the trailing end of the driveshaft struck a pothole in the road and the whole fuck'n van flipped up and over like Bruce Jenner doing the pole vault in the Olympics.
As luck would have it, it landed on this huge ass roll of hay the size of a big tool shed. I decided it might be best to make myself scarce and call the accident in from a few miles away. I am sorry to say that I was not able to get any pictures, but damn that shit was funny to see!!! ::bwahaha:: ::cheers:: :rofl: 8-) :tup:
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"Route 60 has a shitload of hills and curves and we can stop at that all night Starbucks, get on the internet, and terrorize people on fornits." She flashed me an evil grin and pulled along side me with her flashers going. "Well c'mon jerk, LET'S DRAG!!!!"
My, my. Interesting.
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A work of fiction is a work of fiction. Trying to pick it apart for 'hidden messages' will only serve to feed an already severely confused brain.
There are absolutely zero Starbucks franchises in Dalton Georgia. That is one of the reasons I chose to use it in my story, fuckin duh!
If you must waste time gas and money, however, you will find 8 locations in a 50 mile radius of Dalton Georgia, and when you are through terrorizing people on Fornits, you can stop by a local McDonalds, buy a whole damn grocery bag of cheeseburgers, drive into the country, throw them at cows, and scream YOUR NEXT!!!!!
gotta love it
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Uh, well no...I didn't actually think it was a work of non-fiction, but I did find that particular phrase of some interest.
Relax. Check your email.
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I ran into Joe Mama on the clusterfuck known as I-475 leading into Atlanta late last night. I was bored as hell and had set up a tripod and mounted my camera in the breakdown lane. I wanted to get a shot of either a commercial jet landing on runway 24 West, or else one of the many ass smoking sports cars like Lambourghini's or the fabled Ford F-1 GT that scream through there late at night.
As I was looking through the viewfinder and checking the built in lightmeter on my trusty Canon Ftb, I was startled by the soft sound of tires on bits of gravel coming from behind me. Shit, I thought, it is probably a Georgia State Trooper gonna shoo me off the side of the road or maybe even give me a ticket or something. I turned around and much to my surprise, it was Joe Mama sitting behind the wheel of her van.
"Whatchoo doing there jerk?" she asked. "I'm setting up to take pictures of some of them sportscars I keep hearing about." "Fuck that shit, she says, let's race into Dalton." "Route 60 has a shitload of hills and curves and we can stop at that all night Starbucks, get on the internet, and terrorize people on fornits." She flashed me an evil grin and pulled along side me with her flashers going. "Well c'mon jerk, LET'S DRAG!!!!"
I decided it would be cool to have both of our cell phones on for this momentous occasion and she agreed. To my surprize, Joe Mama had never raced her van before and did not know what to do so she asked me for instructions. "Okay, I told her, "Put the shift lever into R for Race!" She did and punched it and shot backwards in a cloud of dust and almost hit a support column while I laughed my ass off. "You sumbitch, you almost crashed me!," she yelled over the phone. "Oh shit, I forgot, for vans you gotta put it in D for Drag."
So she did, and shot off like a bat out of hell, with me close behind.
She stayed ahead of me until we got off on Route 60, then the first hill took it's toll on her overloaded vehicle and she began to slow down. "Help me jerk, she yelled, I'm slowing down, what can I do?"
Trying to keep the laughter out of my voice I tell her, "Put it into 2,
that way you'll go twice as fast!!!" She did, and the motor screamed in agony and sparks and shit started hitting the road under the van. "Goddammit, you're catching up to me, this is'nt fair!" "Calm down, calm down, now is there a big letter P on the shifter?" "Yes, yes, there is!," she screamed excitedly. "Okay then, now when you start coming down this next hill, I want you to slam it into P for Power and the added gravity should let you really haul ass, you got it?"
What happened next almost made me run off the road. The back wheels locked up, and somehow her dogs opened the side door and bailed out like paratroopers leaving a burning C-47. Next the driveshaft snapped off at the transmission U-joint throwing off shitloads of sparks and looking like the Worlds Largest Bottle Rocket flying around under there. There was a strange glow eminating from inside the van as the tortured transmission went thermonuclear and Joe Mama's hair was flying up all around her head like Halle Barry's would do in all them X-Men movies. Before anything 'real bad' could happen, the trailing end of the driveshaft struck a pothole in the road and the whole fuck'n van flipped up and over like Bruce Jenner doing the pole vault in the Olympics.
As luck would have it, it landed on this huge ass roll of hay the size of a big tool shed. I decided it might be best to make myself scarce and call the accident in from a few miles away. I am sorry to say that I was not able to get any pictures, but damn that shit was funny to see!!! ::bwahaha:: ::cheers:: :rofl: 8-) :tup:
huh.
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I ran into Joe Mama on the clusterfuck known as I-475 leading into Atlanta late last night. I was bored as hell and had set up a tripod and mounted my camera in the breakdown lane. I wanted to get a shot of either a commercial jet landing on runway 24 West, or else one of the many ass smoking sports cars like Lambourghini's or the fabled Ford F-1 GT that scream through there late at night.
As I was looking through the viewfinder and checking the built in lightmeter on my trusty Canon Ftb, I was startled by the soft sound of tires on bits of gravel coming from behind me. Shit, I thought, it is probably a Georgia State Trooper gonna shoo me off the side of the road or maybe even give me a ticket or something. I turned around and much to my surprise, it was Joe Mama sitting behind the wheel of her van.
"Whatchoo doing there jerk?" she asked. "I'm setting up to take pictures of some of them sportscars I keep hearing about." "Fuck that shit, she says, let's race into Dalton." "Route 60 has a shitload of hills and curves and we can stop at that all night Starbucks, get on the internet, and terrorize people on fornits." She flashed me an evil grin and pulled along side me with her flashers going. "Well c'mon jerk, LET'S DRAG!!!!"
I decided it would be cool to have both of our cell phones on for this momentous occasion and she agreed. To my surprize, Joe Mama had never raced her van before and did not know what to do so she asked me for instructions. "Okay, I told her, "Put the shift lever into R for Race!" She did and punched it and shot backwards in a cloud of dust and almost hit a support column while I laughed my ass off. "You sumbitch, you almost crashed me!," she yelled over the phone. "Oh shit, I forgot, for vans you gotta put it in D for Drag."
So she did, and shot off like a bat out of hell, with me close behind.
She stayed ahead of me until we got off on Route 60, then the first hill took it's toll on her overloaded vehicle and she began to slow down. "Help me jerk, she yelled, I'm slowing down, what can I do?"
Trying to keep the laughter out of my voice I tell her, "Put it into 2,
that way you'll go twice as fast!!!" She did, and the motor screamed in agony and sparks and shit started hitting the road under the van. "Goddammit, you're catching up to me, this is'nt fair!" "Calm down, calm down, now is there a big letter P on the shifter?" "Yes, yes, there is!," she screamed excitedly. "Okay then, now when you start coming down this next hill, I want you to slam it into P for Power and the added gravity should let you really haul ass, you got it?"
What happened next almost made me run off the road. The back wheels locked up, and somehow her dogs opened the side door and bailed out like paratroopers leaving a burning C-47. Next the driveshaft snapped off at the transmission U-joint throwing off shitloads of sparks and looking like the Worlds Largest Bottle Rocket flying around under there. There was a strange glow eminating from inside the van as the tortured transmission went thermonuclear and Joe Mama's hair was flying up all around her head like Halle Barry's would do in all them X-Men movies. Before anything 'real bad' could happen, the trailing end of the driveshaft struck a pothole in the road and the whole fuck'n van flipped up and over like Bruce Jenner doing the pole vault in the Olympics.
As luck would have it, it landed on this huge ass roll of hay the size of a big tool shed. I decided it might be best to make myself scarce and call the accident in from a few miles away. I am sorry to say that I was not able to get any pictures, but damn that shit was funny to see!!! ::bwahaha:: ::cheers:: :rofl: 8-) :tup:
huh.
i think i am having a quick study lesson in Stay Away From Abusive People. you're another one of those who can't keep their stories straight. irregardless of whether this story is well written, entertaining, clever, etc, it departs from mere creativity because this sort of thing is exactly the sort of thing you have been doing, and i have only just realized how pervasive and pathological it is. i was paranoid, and you, like Sherman, got a kick out of messing with me. sick.
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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Joey built her straight out of scratch
And she rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and than we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the hillbillie states
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin' in the street.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street.
I met her on the forum one year ago
I thought she suffered from a case of aphasia
I only wish I knew then what I know right now,
see'n how the girl has only gotten crazier
But now there's wrinkles around them faded eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
In the morning she makes a cup of herbal tea
and tries to figure how to make it all right.
She sits in front of the monitors glow.
But all her pretty dreams are torn,
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way, mister you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street.
{my apologies to Mr. Springsteen}
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Joe Mama showed up early for the Martin Luther King Parade and the guys at Pep Boys strapped a crawler to her back and used her as the Company Float................and won!!!!
Joe Mama thinks they let her sit at the front of the bus to maintain her dignity........actually it is so the damn front tires stay on the ground so the driver can steer.
We watched the parade from outside the Pool Hall, but it was hard to see, cuz the men inside kept coming out to chalk up their pool cues on Joe Mama's eye make-up.
Joe Mama had a dream........that she was a U-boat Commander in World War II and got hit by a torpedo. She fell asleep in the bathtub
and done farted!
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stop by a local McDonalds, buy a whole damn grocery bag of cheeseburgers, drive into the country, throw them at cows, and scream YOUR NEXT!!!!!
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85 Days, my ass!
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My bestest and cruelest stunt was to yell SPLIT! one open meeting when this one girl who got home stood up and ran towards her mom without saying anything. None of the 3rd, 4th, or 5th phasers knew she had made home because they never announced it due to a shortage of staff and a special movie they got to see that afternoon.
This poor girl was tackled halfway up the parents side and her mother was horrified. Me and the other few jerks laughed so fucking hard we damn near quit breathing. I think the girls name was Carrie or Kelly or something like that.
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My bestest and cruelest stunt was to yell SPLIT! one open meeting when this one girl who got home stood up and ran towards her mom without saying anything. None of the 3rd, 4th, or 5th phasers knew she had made home because they never announced it due to a shortage of staff and a special movie they got to see that afternoon.
This poor girl was tackled halfway up the parents side and her mother was horrified. Me and the other few jerks laughed so fucking hard we damn near quit breathing. I think the girls name was Carrie or Kelly or something like that.
Fucking hilarious that you got some girl tackled and brutalized. Asshole.
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My bestest and cruelest stunt was to yell SPLIT! one open meeting when this one girl who got home stood up and ran towards her mom without saying anything. None of the 3rd, 4th, or 5th phasers knew she had made home because they never announced it due to a shortage of staff and a special movie they got to see that afternoon.
This poor girl was tackled halfway up the parents side and her mother was horrified. Me and the other few jerks laughed so fucking hard we damn near quit breathing. I think the girls name was Carrie or Kelly or something like that.
Fucking hilarious that you got some girl tackled and brutalized. Asshole.
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Yeah, you know I was thinking that was kinda fukked up there, Bob..
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He likes to fancy himself a witty author and keeper of all things good and cool about Straight.
How wrong he is on both counts.
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..........stick your head in dog doo.
Child Please! First of all, I wrote cruelest, which any reasonably educated 3rd grader could ascertain my acknowledgement of the wrongfulness of my actions some 28 years ago.
Second, as a jerk, it was basically my intentions to cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. Exposing the brutality and stupidity of the Program, its policies, and it's staff was what I was all about. I just did'nt lie back and take it. I was willing to put my own neck on the line to expose the Program for what it was...pure bullshit, much like your attempt to cast a bad light on me is doing.
Third, I use the term "poor girl," which any reasonable person who is recieving a steady supply of OXYGEN to their brain could fathom that yes, I do indeed feel a bit of guilt and responsability for what transpired after my yelling the word "SPLIT" some 28 years ago.
Fourth and most importantly, is the fact that the poor girl would have been tackled regardless of my being there or not, for the simple fact that Staff had fucked up by not announcing who made Home prior to the meeting. I was keen, alert, saw my chance and I took it. I am not particularly proud of what I did, but at least I did not just sit there and be a victim and I REFUSE to entertain the notion that I should feel bad about it. You were not there, as far as I can tell, therefore, what is the point of your comments other than to call me a bad person. You call me an asshole, yet you cannot come up with ONE Joe Mama joke, not one.........jeez, I feel so empty now, I was robbed, I was robbed :cry2: :cry2: ::crybaby:: ::crybaby:: ::bangin::
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..........stick your head in dog doo.
Child Please! First of all, I wrote cruelest, which any reasonably educated 3rd grader could ascertain my acknowledgement of the wrongfulness of my actions some 28 years ago.
Second, as a jerk, it was basically my intentions to cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. Exposing the brutality and stupidity of the Program, its policies, and it's staff was what I was all about. I just did'nt lie back and take it. I was willing to put my own neck on the line to expose the Program for what it was...pure bullshit, much like your attempt to cast a bad light on me is doing.
Third, I use the term "poor girl," which any reasonable person who is recieving a steady supply of OXYGEN to their brain could fathom that yes, I do indeed feel a bit of guilt and responsability for what transpired after my yelling the word "SPLIT" some 28 years ago.
Fourth and most importantly, is the fact that the poor girl would have been tackled regardless of my being there or not, for the simple fact that Staff had fucked up by not announcing who made Home prior to the meeting. I was keen, alert, saw my chance and I took it. I am not particularly proud of what I did, but at least I did not just sit there and be a victim and I REFUSE to entertain the notion that I should feel bad about it. You were not there, as far as I can tell, therefore, what is the point of your comments other than to call me a bad person. You call me an asshole, yet you cannot come up with ONE Joe Mama joke, not one.........jeez, I feel so empty now, I was robbed, I was robbed :cry2: :cry2: ::crybaby:: ::crybaby:: ::bangin::
You just keep telling yourself ya little Straightling. You posted this b/c you thought and still think its funny. You hoped you'd get people responding, telling you how funny and clever you are. Aren't you the one who posted a year or so ago that some people *needed* to be in Straight and get their asses kicked a little? Yea, real fucking funny shit there.
You're not the least bit clever. You lie about people to make yourself seem *cool*. The reason no one replied to your Joe Mama thread is b/c it's trite and boring. You think Straight prolly coulda worked if it weren't for the assholes that got ahold of it. Get over yourself.
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Riff Raff! Magenta! Do you have a fix on her location?
Riff Raff } "Yes Master, she is now traveling south on a surface of crushed creosote and sand in a primitive vehicle that uses the controlled explosion of petro-chemicals and is badly in need of a tune-up."
Magenta } Dr. the hu-man fe-male has now stopped at a structure housing the superior mammals we observed in our last encounter. The structure we tracked her from is known to the hu-mans as a
Library. There they can obtain information transferred onto sheets of processed plant fiber, or use the more advanced electrically stimulated devices known as computers. They are allowed to exit the building with the volumes of plant fiber based on a promisary agreement with the head superior known as the Librarian.
Great Scott!! Can you reveal what "paperback" she may have taken from this "Library" based on the promisary agreement?
Riff Raff } It appears to be a story written by a Human known as Ken Kesey. The title of the information plant fiber is called "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
Ahh! it appears that the mind beams are working, she is looking for answers from what appears to be a legitamate source. Keep the Sonic Transducer on standby for now.
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..........stick your head in dog doo.
Child Please! First of all, I wrote cruelest, which any reasonably educated 3rd grader could ascertain my acknowledgement of the wrongfulness of my actions some 28 years ago.
Second, as a jerk, it was basically my intentions to cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. Exposing the brutality and stupidity of the Program, its policies, and it's staff was what I was all about. I just did'nt lie back and take it. I was willing to put my own neck on the line to expose the Program for what it was...pure bullshit, much like your attempt to cast a bad light on me is doing.
Third, I use the term "poor girl," which any reasonable person who is recieving a steady supply of OXYGEN to their brain could fathom that yes, I do indeed feel a bit of guilt and responsability for what transpired after my yelling the word "SPLIT" some 28 years ago.
Fourth and most importantly, is the fact that the poor girl would have been tackled regardless of my being there or not, for the simple fact that Staff had fucked up by not announcing who made Home prior to the meeting. I was keen, alert, saw my chance and I took it. I am not particularly proud of what I did, but at least I did not just sit there and be a victim and I REFUSE to entertain the notion that I should feel bad about it. You were not there, as far as I can tell, therefore, what is the point of your comments other than to call me a bad person. You call me an asshole, yet you cannot come up with ONE Joe Mama joke, not one.........jeez, I feel so empty now, I was robbed, I was robbed :cry2: :cry2: ::crybaby:: ::crybaby:: ::bangin::
You just keep telling yourself ya little Straightling. You posted this b/c you thought and still think its funny. You hoped you'd get people responding, telling you how funny and clever you are. Aren't you the one who posted a year or so ago that some people *needed* to be in Straight and get their asses kicked a little? Yea, real fucking funny shit there.
You're not the least bit clever. You lie about people to make yourself seem *cool*. The reason no one replied to your Joe Mama thread is b/c it's trite and boring. You think Straight prolly coulda worked if it weren't for the assholes that got ahold of it. Get over yourself.
Couldn't have said it better myself. At times, 99% of the people here strike me as part of the fucking problem. Yeah, we got yer point, Bob, she's fucking crazy and you are the end-all authority on Straight and it's effects on people. I'm really sick of the psycho shit, but I'm even more sick of the taunting and backbiting. Colonel Kurtz was right. So was Hunter S. THompson (the real HST, not the fucking frat boy party icon you assholes turned him into. For that, FUCK YOU ALL). Fuck you , Bob, for fucking with someone who is obviously insane. You're a dick.
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See, those two words (apology accepted) would mean so much to me, if I could honestly say them to Beth. Sure, I have messed with her, but I have never outright lied to shed public disapproval upon her character or value as a human being as she has so flippantly done to me. What I have done is to blow off steam that otherwise might carry over into my day to day life.
I made a serious effort to convey a period of my life where my own bout with mental illness gained enough of a foothold to make me consider *gasp* suicide. The post was entitled LOCUST STREET.
I wholeheartedly suggest that you, and anyone else, anonymous or for real, read it and you may gain some valuable insights.
It's funny how closely people pay attention to the dumb shit around here, but when someone writes something deep and meaningful.........nothing, but I do applaud this here particular anonymous raindrop's effort to do a little research on me. Also for what it's worth, I have been more afraid of any backlash concerning using a trusted icon of childhood innocence holding a .44 magnum in a twisted attempt at Valentines Day Greetings than anything else l may have written or implied.
And lastly, I know what I know about mental illness through personal experience above all else. I've been there, paid my dues through the loss of my most of my twenties and thirties, and yet I was a burden to no one. I was placed in Straight because my family was afraid of me. They said I had a 'bad attitude' and to the uneducated
I was everything they said I was. Had I been given proper treatment at 15, who knows what I would have become?
The hard cold reality is this; I did not recieve proper treatment until I was 25 years old. Ten years wasted, and then thanks to budget cuts, another 13 years went by before I really tackled the problem for good, but all that time I plugged along and worked, and supported myself and an uncaring government, until a series of circumstances forced my being awarded Disability Benefits after 23 years of struggling to be accepted in a world where some asshole talking on a cellular phone while driving, can snuff my life like a candle. And what about Beth, do any of the rest of you have the courage to go the distance it would take to have her Baker Acted? I do, I've done it before, and I've done it out of love. The law was created because people who are not in their right mind still deserve a chance, even after using all the ones we have given them already. I'll knock off the comedy when I'm damn good and ready raindrop, you don't mean shit to me. I walk out the door and there are thousands upon millions just like you falling from the sky, just a momentary discomfort.
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I'll knock off the comedy when I'm damn good and ready .
There was comedy? Where?
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I'm laughing so hard I could cry.
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..........stick your head in dog doo.
Child Please! First of all, I wrote cruelest, which any reasonably educated 3rd grader could ascertain my acknowledgement of the wrongfulness of my actions some 28 years ago.
Second, as a jerk, it was basically my intentions to cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. Exposing the brutality and stupidity of the Program, its policies, and it's staff was what I was all about. I just did'nt lie back and take it. I was willing to put my own neck on the line to expose the Program for what it was...pure bullshit, much like your attempt to cast a bad light on me is doing.
Third, I use the term "poor girl," which any reasonable person who is recieving a steady supply of OXYGEN to their brain could fathom that yes, I do indeed feel a bit of guilt and responsability for what transpired after my yelling the word "SPLIT" some 28 years ago.
Fourth and most importantly, is the fact that the poor girl would have been tackled regardless of my being there or not, for the simple fact that Staff had fucked up by not announcing who made Home prior to the meeting. I was keen, alert, saw my chance and I took it. I am not particularly proud of what I did, but at least I did not just sit there and be a victim and I REFUSE to entertain the notion that I should feel bad about it. You were not there, as far as I can tell, therefore, what is the point of your comments other than to call me a bad person. You call me an asshole, yet you cannot come up with ONE Joe Mama joke, not one.........jeez, I feel so empty now, I was robbed, I was robbed :cry2: :cry2: ::crybaby:: ::crybaby:: ::bangin::
You just keep telling yourself ya little Straightling. You posted this b/c you thought and still think its funny. You hoped you'd get people responding, telling you how funny and clever you are. Aren't you the one who posted a year or so ago that some people *needed* to be in Straight and get their asses kicked a little? Yea, real fucking funny shit there.
You're not the least bit clever. You lie about people to make yourself seem *cool*. The reason no one replied to your Joe Mama thread is b/c it's trite and boring. You think Straight prolly coulda worked if it weren't for the assholes that got ahold of it. Get over yourself.
Couldn't have said it better myself. At times, 99% of the people here strike me as part of the fucking problem. Yeah, we got yer point, Bob, she's fucking crazy and you are the end-all authority on Straight and it's effects on people. I'm really sick of the psycho shit, but I'm even more sick of the taunting and backbiting. Colonel Kurtz was right. So was Hunter S. THompson (the real HST, not the fucking frat boy party icon you assholes turned him into. For that, FUCK YOU ALL). Fuck you , Bob, for fucking with someone who is obviously insane. You're a dick.
And I'm sick of people abusing the anonymous feature which is 100% of the fucking problem here..
A while back Ginger posted her reasons for allowing anon posting..
Her reasons were understandable and made sense.. But being a sissy fag wasn't one of them..
Nothing wrong with expressing yourself.. But if you're gonna do it in this manor, you should stand behind your words with confidence, not fear. Or just shut the fuck up.
Carmel said it best a while back.. In all her years of posting here, logged in as herself, she has never had a problem occur from freely speaking her mind with her name attached...
She has received anonymous hateful replies from sissy fags, but who hasn't..
And I've never seen or heard anyone portray Hunter Thompson as a frat party boy icon except you in your post.. So you're the asshole who should fuck themself..
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Stick it you little pseudo punk rocker.
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Stick it you little pseudo punk rocker.
I don't use pseudo.. I use ephedrine.,. It makes a big +/- polarity difference and comes back better.. Call me and I'll give you a discount..
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I don't use pseudo.. I use ephedrine.,
:rofl:
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What a difference a year makes...............unless your name is Beth.
Still living out of a piece of shit Toyota Van. Still under the control of 4 quadriped superior mammals that she collects feces samples from. Still under the delusion that there are people in these trying times that actually can afford to take the time and effort to "stalk" her. Stalking Beth would be about as fun to me as watching paint dry.
I for one have given up on her. Fuck it, I really tried though, but she insists on throwing a monkey wrench into even the most well thought out and well intentioned plans.
So Beth, go ahead and call me okay? I am gonna put you on goddamn call block. That is something I consider to be rude, cruel, and unneccessary, but I will be goddamned if I listen to anymore of your chickenshit excuses and listen to you badmouth one of the few regions of the country left that is willing to deal with Batshit crazy fuckin bitches like yourself and actually provide you with the ways and means to flourish and actually lead a meaningful life. GO AWAY AND STAY THERE. You do not deserve any empathy or sensitivity. Not anymore. You done wore that shit out. Call me again and I will trace the source and bring tidings of comfort and joy that would make Steven King wince, got it?
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By posting something like this 85 Dayjerk, you keep the "issue" you have with Beth going. You say you don't want to have anymore contact with her, so why did you post this?
If she's calling you and you don't want her to, simply block her calls. Why come here and write that you might have to do it...and then smear her in the process? You seem to enjoy doing that because this is not the first time...as bumping your old thread about her proves.
I also think it's rather sad that you would write this post on Christmas.
If this person is living in her car and has some type of mental illness, than I would hope you would have enough decency to simply block her calls and hope that she gets the help that she needs.
Your opening line is also pretty sad. If this past year has been good for you then why would you relish in someone else's suffering?
Block her calls and be done with the posts about this person.
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Goody goody gumdrops! You just helped get me a case of Rolling Rock for winning a bet that Mary Poppins truly does exist.
While you are flying around with your magic umbrella spreading peace and tranquility throughout the land, why don't you "Popp-in" on Beth and smoke a big ole doobie with her while you're at it? You might wanna roll it yourself though, because she's so far gone she probably uses her bare hands when she cleans up after her dogs when she's out walking them. As far as Christmas goes, its like the little bells them fuckin Salivate'n Army peoples ring that done got inside my head keep saying..........*ring-a-ling* *ring-a-ling*
THE POOR HAVE NO CHRISTMAS, THE POOR HAVE NO CHRISTMAS, THE POOR HAVE NO CHRISTMAS.......dig it?
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you really are an asshole Bob, no doubt about it.
Of course you think my reply is goody goody and Mary Poppinish.
You think it's totally ok to write this shit about someone who obviously has a problem, when the easiest way to stop all this is to simply block her calls. But no..can't do that because then you wouldn't have the chance to post all your " drama" which just shows how fucked up you are.
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By posting something like this 85 Dayjerk, you keep the "issue" you have with Beth going. You say you don't want to have anymore contact with her, so why did you post this? -Says Guest
I posted it because she hits Star 67 or whatever it is you do to hide your phone number every time she calls me. This last time, one minute she's gonna enroll in ballet classes in Chattanooga, sounds good, gonna get an apartment, eat healthy, maybe go back to school, then Bam!! Calls me two days later completely out of her mind and basically blames me and every other damn thing she can think of for her problems.
Guest Says-
"If she's calling you and you don't want her to, simply block her calls. Why come here and write that you might have to do it...and then smear her in the process? You seem to enjoy doing that because this is not the first time...as bumping your old thread about her proves."
I did'nt "simply" put her on call block because I am not a self centered narcissistic unfeeling maggot that uses technology to brush people off like they are meaningless pieces of shit. I am human enough to give Beth one final opportunity to retort before I write her out of my life entirely. I dont think you are much a part of the real world so I won't waste my breath giving you lessons on being a human being. You don't even think enough of yourself to assume a plausible identity. You are a fucking coward, who could not write a 500 word essay without having a brain anuerism, no talent punk who probably does'nt even know how to change a flat tire.
Guest Says-
"I also think it's rather sad that you would write this post on Christmas."
Well Holy Shit Dick Tracy, I think it's even sadder that you would READ this post on Christmas!!!!
Guest Says-
"If this person is living in her car and has some type of mental illness, than I would hope you would have enough decency to simply block her calls and hope that she gets the help that she needs."
As long as all Beth has is fuckbrains like you who want to put her on call block, instead of having the courage to DEAL with her, she will NEVER get the help she needs ya fucking worthless grandstanding asshole!! SIt the fuck down, you aint no better than you ever were in group. You make me wanna vomit!
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I did'nt "simply" put her on call block because I am not a self centered narcissistic unfeeling maggot that uses technology to brush people off like they are meaningless pieces of shit. I am human enough to give Beth one final opportunity to retort before I write her out of my life entirely.
As long as all Beth has is fuckbrains like you who want to put her on call block, instead of having the courage to DEAL with her, she will NEVER get the help she needs ya fucking worthless grandstanding asshole
These two parts are actually funny Bob...you're so delusional.
You're not unfeeling enough to use technology to call block this girl, but you WILL use that technology to go on the internet and write things like she picks up her dogs shit with her hands. Yes...you are human enough to give Beth the opportunity to come here and read the vile stuff you write about her. How very thoughtful of you Bob. :roll:
Call me any names you like since that seems to be the only way you are capable of comminicating with anyone. And the program speak??? You are seriously fucked up.
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Apology accepted. I truly appreciate it when I get such rational responce to my posts. I mean you took the time away from your busy schedule as a licensed Psychologist to do a thorough assessment of my personality, motives, thought processes, dictim, personal history, current station in life, ability to help others, not to mention the fact I am a recovered Manic/Depressive going on 20 years regained sanity.
I for one am simply filled with the Miracle of Christmas. I would be ever so grateful if you could fit me onto your caseload as a new client seeings how your knowlege of me far exceeds my current Psychiatrist. Please PM me with all the particulars and once again Happy Holidaze.............
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From one voice from nowhere to another, don't waste your time.
What a difference 25+ years makes. Not much when you are 85 dayjerk.
He was a jerk and a asshole back in straight and he's still a jerk and a asshole now, so not much has changed.
Try banging your head against the wall before you try talking to him. It will be alot less painfull.
Remember that Bob? Maybe not.
I would not be surprised.
You might remember my sister though..asshole.
JD
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ok while I do not condon what 85DJ has said, I as probably others have, actually tried to help Beth. She will have none of it and in fact, twists things around so that the people that are trying to help are then the problem.........ie stalking, etc. So I personally have blocked her calls. I do not want to get caught up again in her delusional world.
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Please, drop the f--- word: It is not contributing.
Forsure, drop the threats -- they'll get you kicked off the forum
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Please, drop the f--- word: It is not contributing.
Forsure, drop the threats -- they'll get you kicked off the forum