Comments | yeshiveh: Story Time #3

yeshiveh

Story Time #3

Feb 17, 2005 00:16

This just happened to me about a half hour ago but fits nicely into the theme of events. Here is the third installment of The Ian Johnson Chronicles Of Life. It's a short one, but interesting.

( How I Became One With Nature )

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hmwrdlookngangl February 18 2005, 00:18:20 UTC

Hey... yeah i just mass commented saying join me on livejournal, but I am gonna try myspace for a while. you should come check me out. http://profiles.myspace.com/users/7003771 oh and you can stil IM me on AIM hmwrdlookngangl. ttyl... ~Lu'cas~

This is the second Mass Comment yeshiveh February 18 2005, 07:16:46 UTC

If I wanted fucking advertisements in my journal, I'd call every bot from afar. Desperation is an ugly smell.

If you want people to talk to you, give them incentive too, not a plea.

nosweetmelody February 18 2005, 00:43:05 UTC

"Darting to the back door, I threw on my Birkenstocks and leapt like a gazelle in chase across my back yard. The moonlight acting as my only guide, I rounded my pool and ran like a Kenyan Olympic sprinter towards the tree covered brush."

Oh man.

yeshiveh February 18 2005, 07:14:57 UTC

It was intense. I'm surprised you didn't hear me bellow across the street.

Congratulations for keeping it out of your pants. digerydoes February 18 2005, 02:25:58 UTC

I've shit my pants too many times.

Imagine having the explosive shits while barreling down the Grapevine at 75mph. It doesn't matter how quick you think or drive; you are going to shit your pants.

After extreme feats of anal clenching and obscene cursing, you reach 'a point of no return'. Perhaps this is similer to the feeling right before you know you are going to to die.

There is a moment of clarity.
Everything is slow and real.
More real than anything has ever been before.

The actual explosion is so relieving and warm at first, distant memories from your diaper days emerge from deep within, leaving you with a feelings of comfort and bliss. Then the smell hits you, and you realize no one is going to help you wipe your ass, or help you figure out a way to get into your dorm room without being seen or smelled.

I'm glad we could bond by posting our bowel problems on the internet.
Good friends.
Good friends indeed.

Re: Congratulations for keeping it out of your pants. kvetchingeditor February 18 2005, 05:41:30 UTC

you're encouraging him!!!

Re: Congratulations for keeping it out of your pants. yeshiveh February 18 2005, 07:19:06 UTC

If anyone in this world knows the "dash and shit" move, it's you. The only time I've ever seen you run is when you are running for the toilet, unbuttoning your pants as you struggle to open the door.

nice story mollydarling February 18 2005, 03:54:08 UTC

molly stene, expert driver, got home all right!
now to be an expert bass player...

Re: nice story yeshiveh February 18 2005, 07:19:26 UTC

Thats right. Pick placement and steady picking!

Re: nice story digerydoes February 19 2005, 05:36:49 UTC

Don't let this hack teach you how to play bass

Re: nice story yeshiveh February 19 2005, 16:34:13 UTC

Shit, don't forget who taught you how to fret a stringed instrument when we were learning Fire in your bedroom at the tender age of 16.

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