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Well, I'd make a pretty good bouncer, but with both Seryn and CMS in the band, I'd rather be a groupie...with a backstage pass.

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I play a mean coke bottle.

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Originally posted by daveshayne:

And I have 12 lovingly preserved vintage half liter glass coke bottles. So we can do a full 12 tone scale.

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Ooh, nice! But are you sure you want to trust me around your vintage glass coke bottles? I can be a bit clutzy.

Ooops! *smash*

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We still need a drummer. If you can count to four and hit things your in.

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I'm very good at tile mosaics, if that helps.

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Right then, tambourine player. I like to ride the bus. No.....Not the short one. *sigh*

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So I hereby forsake my position as triangle player and make a dash at the drumkit.

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And I do a mean impression of Amimal (yup, seen to be belived, remind me in Atlanta)


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Originally posted by citizen:
You wouldn't prefer a sports question?

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I like to ride the bus. No.....Not the short one. *sigh*

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
Ooo, finally a position suitable for me in a band. I can hit things. Watch!
*smack*
See? (Sorry Sean)

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
My total lack of rhythm isn't going to be a problem, is it?

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Originally posted by XeroGravity:
I'm ignorant.

I haven't followed this thread as all of you have. (through it's many "floors").

I know this.

I was driven out, one of my postswas deleted (a post in which I defended myself)...

I was called a "dessicated abortion", and the person who called me such a thing was defended by "Citizen".

I never cursed, I never called anyone a foul name, I never did anything to invite this measure of nastiness into my life.

I was invited to leave, and did so ~ after realising my posts were censored and that I was intruding on you hormonal universe of flirtation. (my parting shot... I told all of you that the 13th floor was mine)


Seryn:

Ya, Hi-5 Citizen. BUT

Go re-read the earlier threads that spawned the 13th-floor and also go check out how citizen would defend "ScorpionRegent".

Be careful darlin... you've got a nasty lil monster in your midst.

But hey...

You wanna flirt with monsters, so be it. Let them whisper in you ear. The history is out there for you to look at.

What am I?

XG

I'm zero gravity. Totally weightless.


No such thing as gravity. The "Earth-that-was" just sucks.

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Originally posted by seryn:
[ whisper ]Psssssst... River, we're all on the Fourteenth floor!
You're welcome to join us, even he is, but you have to play nice!
[ /whisper ]

Oh, Xero, please, cut the sexist crap, some woman is hitting you? you hit her right back.

Besides *grin* what would your mates say if they found out you'd been beaten up by a 90lb girl?

right, thats my requisit quote for the day



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Originally posted by XeroGravity:
I'm gonna do something I've never done before River90210... I'm gonna tell you a personal story from my life...

Once upon a time, I was driving down the highway and I saw some nutjob beating the livin fuck out of his girlfriend. Why? Only they know.

I drove my jeep over the median strip and put it in park, all macho-like.

I got out, stopped him from beating on his woman, and next thing I know, the witch is on my back. I mean literally, on my back. I laid him out with one punch, and next thing I know that crazy bitch stabbed me in my forehead with a knife (I got the scar dead-center on my melon to prove it).

She wasn't fuckin around either. She wanted to kill my ass, was aiming for the eyes I'd imagine. Nothin like a knife in the brain to end your existence, right through the eyesockets.

"Get off my boyfriend..." (followed by every name in the book I'd imagine) was all I heard.

I thought I was being all heroic-like. Instead, I encountered a crazy-woman who prolly was gettin an ass-beating she secretly desired (and deserved).

There ain't no heroic end to this story. No profound pronouncements of worthwhile memory. I was speechless... threw her off my back, bloodied from the knifewound, couldn't believe I was being attacked by a woman I'd just tried to save. I climbed inside my jeep and sped the fuck out of dodge. I had nothin to say cuz frankly I couldn't believe that woman would attack me for defending her. I wish I could go back and say something, anything. But you just can't imagine how insanely twisted this sort of thing is. I think it's normal nowadays.

From now on, I see someone (anyone) gettin fucked up on the side of the road, they are on their own. But hey. Everyone in this day and age is fuckin mentally ill.

That was the last time I'll ever get in the middle of other people's trouble. Those fuckers should kill each other on "Jerry Springer". Not in public.

XG

and PS... feel free to retire to "the elite" floor 14: this was always my private floor to begin with... ain't the penthouse, but sure as hell ain't the basement either. My own, private hell *winkNshit*


No such thing as gravity. The "Earth-that-was" just sucks.

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Originally posted by LightMeDark:
i found the 90210 amusing as well...

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http://www.xffx.net/blog <-inching towards daylight

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Originally posted by XeroGravity:
Fine. I'll drop the 90210. Although I personally thought it was funny as hell.


You claim you think my story sounds heroic but I neglected to add the one detail that always turns it into the running joke of my life.

The woman stabbed me in my forehead with a butterknife. Not a bowie knife, not a sword from "The Highlander" movie, not even a switchblade or a razorblade.

Yours truly got pegged with a butterknife of all things. And I have a 1" scar dead-center in my forehead to remind me everyday. I suppose it actually gives me some character, but people always ask me how I got it.

Imagine sitting around with your buddies comparing notes on scars.

Buddy #1: "I got my scars in combat carrying a wounded man on my shoulders through heavy machine gun fire and mortar shrapnel. My training and courage saved me."

Buddy #2: "I got my scars when I killed a 21 foot hammerhead shark with a boot-knife while wreck diving for Spanish dubloons. My trusty blade saved me."

me....

"A woman stabbed me in the forehead with a butterknife on the side of some highway. My thick skull saved me."

Very heroic.

XG


No such thing as gravity. The "Earth-that-was" just sucks.

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By Xero - Imagine sitting around with your buddies comparing notes on scars.

Buddy #1: "I got my scars in combat carrying a wounded man on my shoulders through heavy machine gun fire and mortar shrapnel. My training and courage saved me."

Buddy #2: "I got my scars when I killed a 21 foot hammerhead shark with a boot-knife while wreck diving for Spanish dubloons. My trusty blade saved me."

me....

"A woman stabbed me in the forehead with a butterknife on the side of some highway. My thick skull saved me."

Very heroic.

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Originally posted by XeroGravity:
Lightmedark might be amused, but I sure as hell ain't.

River90210 (ya I renegged on my pledge about the #s... u r 90210).

I have a 6th sense about you. Somethin ain't quite right.

I'm just not trustin you darlin.

Methinks the lady is too easily amused. Methinks she needs to get her ass to a nunnery (Hamlet is my god of doubt)...


There's my pic.

If this will satisfy you, albeit it won't cure me of my doubts about you (I think you're a sneaky witch and manipulator)... this is a pic of me: you can clearly see the attempted butterknife labotomy scar. And no, I'm not a natural blonde... it was purely an attempt to get laid... I'm naturally bruntette.

And I'm back to brunette with longer hair since this photo. But back to you...

Here's what I learned:

(1) blondes don't have more fun. It's a myth.

and

(2) My IQ dropped instantaneously by 25 points when I dyed... Unleash the blonde jokes ad nauseum cuz blonde truly = dumbness.

XG



No such thing as gravity. The "Earth-that-was" just sucks.

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