Shinyitis Support Group

[PJReid]

Who's in it?

Daniel Kaluuya, Allison Williams, Bradley Whitford, Catherine Keener, among others. Daniel Kaluuya is fantastic!!!!

 

[Letitia]

BRVND

Never heard of them.

 

[Walter_Sobchak]

I hear bingo and start hearing those kids singing BINGO in the movie "We Were Soldiers".

I thought you only heard imaginary voices on Wednesday nights

 

[Opinionated]

So, has anyone heard about BRVND coming out with a squonk?

I'm grasping at straws I think. Yesterday VapeHappy started selling a squonk refill cap, today a squonk bottle.

Seems odd.

I'm sure there is a joke in there but I think I'm too tired to grasp it.

Maybe I need a nap. .. lol

 

[Walter_Sobchak]

Daniel Kaluuya, Allison Williams, Bradley Whitford, Catherine Keener, among others. Daniel Kaluuya is fantastic!!!!

and I would bite Allison Williams on the .... and pray for lockjaw

 

[Letitia]

Bradley Whitford,

I know who he is, like him from that White House show years ago.

 

[Letitia]

and I would bite Allison Williams on the .... and pray for lockjaw

Doubt you'd have to pray very hard if your bride caught you.

 

[Letitia]

I thought you only heard imaginary voices on Wednesday nights

Damn did I miss a day?

 

[Walter_Sobchak]

Doubt you'd have to pray very hard if your bride caught you.

Just because I've ordered doesn't mean I can't comment on the menu.

 

[Letitia]

Is "Get Out" a horror flick?

 

[Stoneface]

The EXO is much improved with a 4mm diameter coil

 

[Walter_Sobchak]

Is "Get Out" a horror flick?

I'd say more thriller than horror.

 

[Stoneface]

Is "Get Out" a horror flick?

Suspense and Horror...Pam is right, it's a really good but really disturbing movie

 

[jfcooley]

So I sat down, tired, listening to the neverending ntory of my daughters trip to the dentist and the doctor. Emma plowed her way through 4 shots, mouth x-rays, a real trooper.

So I wick, and nod as dad's do when they are insensitive but don't want to appear to be.

Still nodding I take a big, deep, hit on my newly wicked B2K.

It is at this very moment I realize that my inattention to family story time had melded into inattention to Jay wetting the coils time.

Now we have all taken dry hits. They suck.
I haowever, have sped past dry, into flaming.

In those few seconds my rda apparently was replaced by a porcupine. This particular porcupine decided it would be humorous to fling his quils down my throat. In addition, said porcupine apparently studied at Hoqwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excelling at fire spells and distance.

See these flaming quils did not stop at my throat. No, on a mission, they sped past my now irritated tonsils, down my throat enroute to my now trembling lungs. Once these flaming needles of doom ignited the soft tissue of my breathing apparatus, they continued to my nether regions.

My face red, chest glowing, and family jewels wishing they belonged to another family, I jumped up and attempted to scream. All that came out was a wimpy "hhhuuuu", similar to the sound a dieing squirrel may make.

4 cups of water and I still belch charcoal.

Moral of story....well there really isn't one. Maybe that neither throat, lungs, or balls appreciate attempted internal incenerarion.

 

[Stoneface]

So I sat down, tired, listening to the neverending ntory of my daughters trip to the dentist and the doctor. Emma plowed her way through 4 shots, mouth x-rays, a real trooper.

So I wick, and nod as dad's do when they are insensitive but don't want to appear to be.

Still nodding I take a big, deep, hit on my newly wicked B2K.

It is at this very moment I realize that my inattention to family story time had melded into inattention to Jay wetting the coils time.

Now we have all taken dry hits. They suck.
I haowever, have sped past dry, into flaming.

In those few seconds my RDA apparently was replaced by a porcupine. This particular porcupine decided it would be humorous to fling his quils down my throat. In addition, said porcupine apparently studied at Hoqwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excelling at fire spells and distance.

See these flaming quils did not stop at my throat. No, on a mission, they sped past my now irritated tonsils, down my throat enroute to my now trembling lungs. Once these flaming needles of doom ignited the soft tissue of my breathing apparatus, they continued to my nether regions.

My face red, chest glowing, and family jewels wishing they belonged to another family, I jumped up and attempted to scream. All that came out was a wimpy "hhhuuuu", similar to the sound a dieing squirrel may make.

4 cups of water and I still belch charcoal.

Moral of story....well there really isn't one. Maybe that neither throat, lungs, or balls appreciate attempted internal incenerarion.

Vividly put....I'm at a loss to "Like" "Sympathy" or "Funny".

I'm open to suggestions....

 

[Walter_Sobchak]

So I sat down, tired, listening to the neverending ntory of my daughters trip to the dentist and the doctor. Emma plowed her way through 4 shots, mouth x-rays, a real trooper.

So I wick, and nod as dad's do when they are insensitive but don't want to appear to be.

Still nodding I take a big, deep, hit on my newly wicked B2K.

It is at this very moment I realize that my inattention to family story time had melded into inattention to Jay wetting the coils time.

Now we have all taken dry hits. They suck.
I haowever, have sped past dry, into flaming.

In those few seconds my RDA apparently was replaced by a porcupine. This particular porcupine decided it would be humorous to fling his quils down my throat. In addition, said porcupine apparently studied at Hoqwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excelling at fire spells and distance.

See these flaming quils did not stop at my throat. No, on a mission, they sped past my now irritated tonsils, down my throat enroute to my now trembling lungs. Once these flaming needles of doom ignited the soft tissue of my breathing apparatus, they continued to my nether regions.

My face red, chest glowing, and family jewels wishing they belonged to another family, I jumped up and attempted to scream. All that came out was a wimpy "hhhuuuu", similar to the sound a dieing squirrel may make.

4 cups of water and I still belch charcoal.

Moral of story....well there really isn't one. Maybe that neither throat, lungs, or balls appreciate attempted internal incenerarion.

Some Postmaster wished that one on ya

 

[Opinionated]

So I sat down, tired, listening to the neverending ntory of my daughters trip to the dentist and the doctor. Emma plowed her way through 4 shots, mouth x-rays, a real trooper.

So I wick, and nod as dad's do when they are insensitive but don't want to appear to be.

Still nodding I take a big, deep, hit on my newly wicked B2K.

It is at this very moment I realize that my inattention to family story time had melded into inattention to Jay wetting the coils time.

Now we have all taken dry hits. They suck.
I haowever, have sped past dry, into flaming.

In those few seconds my RDA apparently was replaced by a porcupine. This particular porcupine decided it would be humorous to fling his quils down my throat. In addition, said porcupine apparently studied at Hoqwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excelling at fire spells and distance.

See these flaming quils did not stop at my throat. No, on a mission, they sped past my now irritated tonsils, down my throat enroute to my now trembling lungs. Once these flaming needles of doom ignited the soft tissue of my breathing apparatus, they continued to my nether regions.

My face red, chest glowing, and family jewels wishing they belonged to another family, I jumped up and attempted to scream. All that came out was a wimpy "hhhuuuu", similar to the sound a dieing squirrel may make.

4 cups of water and I still belch charcoal.

Moral of story....well there really isn't one. Maybe that neither throat, lungs, or balls appreciate attempted internal incenerarion.

Oh my goodness. .. that's horrible!

I've yet to experience that one! Thank God!

 

[lil_buddy]

I find myself wondering how there could be a winner button without a loser button.

 

[Letitia]

So I sat down, tired, listening to the neverending ntory of my daughters trip to the dentist and the doctor. Emma plowed her way through 4 shots, mouth x-rays, a real trooper.

So I wick, and nod as dad's do when they are insensitive but don't want to appear to be.

Still nodding I take a big, deep, hit on my newly wicked B2K.

It is at this very moment I realize that my inattention to family story time had melded into inattention to Jay wetting the coils time.

Now we have all taken dry hits. They suck.
I haowever, have sped past dry, into flaming.

In those few seconds my RDA apparently was replaced by a porcupine. This particular porcupine decided it would be humorous to fling his quils down my throat. In addition, said porcupine apparently studied at Hoqwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Excelling at fire spells and distance.

See these flaming quils did not stop at my throat. No, on a mission, they sped past my now irritated tonsils, down my throat enroute to my now trembling lungs. Once these flaming needles of doom ignited the soft tissue of my breathing apparatus, they continued to my nether regions.

My face red, chest glowing, and family jewels wishing they belonged to another family, I jumped up and attempted to scream. All that came out was a wimpy "hhhuuuu", similar to the sound a dieing squirrel may make.

4 cups of water and I still belch charcoal.

Moral of story....well there really isn't one. Maybe that neither throat, lungs, or balls appreciate attempted internal incenerarion.

Hilarious. So sorry but seriously hilarious.

 

[Stoneface]

I find myself wondering how there could be a winner button without a loser button.

It's my guess that "they" want the "Disagree" to cover all of the less enthusiastic possibilities...