mishmont wrote:

Oh Corra, please please please, reconsider, we will lay down our blankies for you to step on.

Say anything, you are a goddess, we, mere mortals.

Now, see?  Was that so hard to say?  After all, I don't expect much from this site.  I simply want to be worshipped - with a money-back guarantee.  Mishmont, you are forgiven for whatever cruel thoughts you may have enjoyed during my day here on TNBW.  And may this be a lesson to y'all.

Nonetheless, I believe I may leave just the same.  All have not apologized, and while I am a very forgiving person with a gentle, very breakable soul, I have learned in my life to stand up for what is right.  So goodbye, cruel world.  (violins)  Goodbye!  I shall not darken this thread again, nor shall you ever, ever have the good fortune to read my many, many posts ever again.

corra wrote:

mishmont wrote:

Oh Corra, please please please, reconsider, we will lay down our blankies for you to step on.

Say anything, you are a goddess, we, mere mortals.

Now, see?  Was that so hard to say?  After all, I don't expect much from this site.  I simply want to be worshipped - with a money-back guarantee.  Mishmont, you are forgiven for whatever cruel thoughts you may have enjoyed during my day here on TNBW.  And may this be a lesson to y'all.

Nonetheless, I believe I may leave just the same.  All have not apologized, and while I am a very forgiving person with a gentle, very breakable soul, I have learned in my life to stand up for what is right.  So goodbye, cruel world.  (violins)  Goodbye!  I shall not darken this thread again, nor shall you ever, ever have the good fortune to read my many, many posts ever again.

Corra, my heart is yours, and more important, my money is yours.

If you leave, I shall be broken hearted, crushed, destroyed.

I'll will expire from grief...eventually.

I'm sure I will.

I mean how hard could it be?

I could so do that.

Tirz

corra wrote:

TirzahLaughs wrote:

corra wrote:

Did anyone see that?  She said 'chest'!  She is quite obviously trying to come on to me.  I really don't know why I continue to read this thread.  If I had an ounce of common sense, I'd leave.  But mankind needs me to fight this battle.  And fight I will.  FIGHT I WILL!!

After I leave and come back for dramatic punch.

I'm sorry I sexually harrassed you but you sexually harrassed me first.  You won't look me in the eye...just where are  you looking?  Are you implying my butt is big, that it takes all your attention?

I'm huge, aren't I?

I may cry.

Really.

I might.

SNSN---Tirz

This is the fault of unkind reviews!  Just look what this poor child has suffered at the hands of her readers!  She has been weakened by people who have read her work and dared to review without first performing a mind meld so they can understand she has the stamina only to hear the good parts. 

Tirz, I feel your pain.  Cry it out, honey.  Cry it out!  Mama knows.

I'll show you stamina

cavedoll wrote:

I'll show you stamina

And by "I'll show you stamina" I assume you really mean, "I apologize for my transgressions"?  I shouldn't do this, but, well - I forgive you, too.  I'm feeling charitable, and all this talk about stamina has got me all giggly and flustered.

cavedoll wrote:

Oh, I wasn't apologizing.  Don't get too excited.

I've got stamina and Tirz likes weapons.  It's not looking good for you, my dear.

Damn!

TirzahLaughs wrote:

I feel like its Thanksgiving.

Weapons, an apology, a rant.

Really, if my mother walks in wearing red polyester stretch pants, I wouldn't be suprised.  I'd run but I wouldn't be suprised.

Tirz

There are weapons at your Thanksgiving?

Sounds more interesting than my Turkey Days.

I have completely lost track of who among you nubile noobies is truly crazy,.


Anyone less than crazy of course has to go.

Well, I'm sticking around to watch. I'm camping out in the corner.  Truly, you people are all the awesomest of all the awesome people in the world. I've been giggling for two pages now.

LOL!  I'm spent.  I'm going to bed folks!  Night! 

Thanks for taking in the show.  I'll be here all week.

Don't forget to pay the man at the bar.

TirzahLaughs wrote:

Well, my brother in law reads a book at the table.

Somebody throws something, a cast iron skilled, apples.

Atleast two people will cry,  several people will spend the day chain smoking on the porch.

My sister, Judy, will be popping Valium.   Edith will be back on her 'mood elevators' and talking about her newest self-help, self-actualization book.

Rose will be dating someone awful and unsuitable.  Her daughters will be plotting to get rid of him, like the last two.

Someone will be late but not call.

Then someone will slap someone or have a screaming fit and stomp off and then I get to wash 200 dishes by hand.

Love the holidays.

I can so relate.  My mom threw the turkey this past Christmas because we ruined her Christmas when my daughter said she was going to wait to open presents until her brother arrived.  He was thirty minutes late.  Mom yelled, ran to her bedroom, came out long enough to pull the turkey from the oven and throw it across the counter where it skidded off and landed on the floor.

Once Michael arrived and the present opening began, she wouldn't talk to me and two days later I got to hear how I ruined her Christmas.  I didn't say a word during the entire Christmas histrionics, but it was all my fault because I gave birth to the two staring members, well that, and she's afraid of my daughter who could stand her own with anyone at anytime and come out on top.

I know I landed on the back porch smoking my way through the joyous festivities.

Corra!

ROFLMAO in ways you cannot imagine!

That was hilarious!

*national anthem begins*

But I would have gone with the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Nothing quite does the melodrama like a few "Glory Glory Halleluiahs"

I could really warm up to the sense of humor outside of the men spiritedness of it. Ah well.

Thank you all very much for kicking me back into gear. I tended to what was really bothering me. (A little self awareness goes a long way.)

There were a couple of writers from my other group who were planning on coming here. The one I mentioned (in that post that started it all) in particular who told me about this site.


Duh, all I had to do was show them a few things, and now I don't need to worry about it at all. I really have a mothering hang up sometimes. But I am one, so I get protective.

So, even though being a quiet ghost was a thought, you managed to shake me out of my funk.

This looks like a fun place as long as buddies stay home.

Cue theme from Rocky.

Nah, scratch that... cheesy.

Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz is more my style.

; )

Hubby and I just took the kids to a buffet last year. It was so liberating. I did kinda miss drunken Cousin Joey though.

He drinks Old Style and tells storises about the south side. Da Bears.

Oh Lord!

I just saw Cloris Leechman sucking face with Jhn Stamos on Comedy Central. Crap.

Back to therapy. Which really sucks when you work at the pscyh. hospital.

arianna cordelle sofer wrote:

Corra!

ROFLMAO in ways you cannot imagine!

That was hilarious!

*national anthem begins*

But I would have gone with the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Nothing quite does the melodrama like a few "Glory Glory Halleluiahs"

I could really warm up to the sense of humor outside of the men spiritedness of it. Ah well.

Well, it wasn't intended to be mean-spirited.  I was under the impression that you were gone and never coming back, and the above was intended to be a stress-reliever for everyone who had dealt with you in the...  was it two days?...  you were here.  No hard feelings intended.  I had no idea you would read it as I took you at your word when you declared numerous times that you were gone.

If you're back, I'll say straight to your face (computer screen) that I find you to be odd and abrasive, but if you're willing to behave yourself, I can pretend I never read anything else you wrote and treat you as if you're some other Arianna Cordelle Sofer.  Sorry if that sounds callous.  I had to choose between being kind and being honest.