Silly Matt. Pulling a kettle-black play on Minion and then preceding to make a post which is ALSO tedious and queer, well, there are so many levels here and I just don't have the energy to dig through it. Furthermore, if you really must engage in an utterly boring vendetta with someone, try to pick somebody without any authority. I might be a good choice, for example. Anyway, if you could stop being such a little faggot, that would be great for everyone. Thanks!
-Mgt
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Originally Posted by guyinrubbersuit
second grade put down
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They're called
insults, honey. Now, just because you can't let go of the second grade is no reason to hang on to the vernacular! I know it's hard to forget the horrible things that happened in that classroom, but you have to be strong. Mr. Vanderbier died 4 years ago. He can't hurt you anymore, and neither can the bigger boys who made fun of the way your mother dressed you. You're a grown-up now, and you need to be proud of that!
Anyway, uh, on topic, I operate under a continual paranoia that people around me will just drop dead at the most inconvenient times. I'm not sure if this counts as a "fear" exactly; after all, it's not like I'd actually be harmed. It does cause the same behavior patterns in me that fear does, so I think it can reasonably be bundled in.
Dogs, too. Really paranoid around strange dogs.
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