The best way to stop a griefer

Ok those who fuck shit up for SL LOVE the attention, and it's damn near impossible to NOT give them 'said' attention. I'm pissed, I'm annoyed, but let's NOT discuss what they have, or have not done for thier masterbatory pleasure. Fuck em!!!

Let's instead talk about ANYTHING else and REALLY piss em off... any takers?

I'll start..........Ummm I just made up the word 'masterbatory'..U like?
I had a crappy long day today........
I have barely STARTED Xmas shopping and god forgive me don't have a tree up yet.. will in the next few days, so busy!!
I bought hubby 'gold' in WoW for Xmas, now is that odder than buying virtual land or what?
My son at the age of 22 STILL doesn't have a job or life. <insert angry face>

OK will try to think of more.......more rambling crap that noone really cares about, but tis better than feeding the attention whores

heh while your at it..i just found out i get to work all through christmas just like i had to on thanksgiving...yay

(((huggs))))

OK Brad that so blows

Tya, I had a friend from Canada that I spoke to a lot, and I do mean alot....I started saying 'eh and shit...why do we do that? hehe

Like once as a teen I visited my dad in the south for a couple months....well I came back to the north talking funny....according to friends anyway hehe

Don't be shy....

OK here's one...UR worst and most embarrassing moment.

I have a great one but will only tell after Middy and Imp and a few others post....mind U it's a tad gross.

and what is up with airline food? *drumroll*

It's 3:45am. I should be in bed. But I'm on forums again. Go figure.
No you didn't, you just mis-spelled masturbatory.
Ack, I'm mostly writing this reply because I misread that and thought you said job for life. I was gonna really enjoy ranting about that. Instead I'll have to content myself with saying "the first problem can be solved by not giving him any money, the second by giving him it". Not wholly accurate but I've started typing now and I'm full of too much *ine to stop.

Well, except now that I've run out of things to say.

And yet I manage to continue simply by writing about how I have nothing to write about.

Okay. Now I'm definately stretching the realms of sensible postage.

Umm...

The longest word I know is floccinaucinihilipilification, which is to estimate something as worthless - like you should this post. I had to look up how to spell it though because there are too many letters for me to remember.

hehe, my last (and 2nd in life) flight was from WI to FL 5 years ago, and as a grown woman on her 10th anniversary I will admit I cried like a baby when we experienced serious turbulence. Is that odd?
My poor hubby tried to console me but I was sure our beautiful children would be orphans hehe
food? never got food, but wasn't in the air long enuf...a stiff drink may have helped tho.

I think it would be more fun to talk about looking forward to imagining the expression on his sorry face when those steel bars slam behind him and he looks up into the smiling face of his new burly bf.

Looking forward to that one! But first I wanna do some bitching about my life. I got a summons to court taped to my front door a couple of weeks ago. It seems someone I was involved in a fender bender with OVER THREE YEARS AGO has decided to sue me for prperty damage and BODILY INJURY. This is insanity! No one was hurt! I was going 5 mph in a parking lot, and they were the ones who didn't have their headlights on! The police came and didn't give me a ticket. I remember talking to the woman on the phone the next day to make sure she had all my insurance info. I asked her then and twice at the scene if anyone was hurt and she said no. So what the hell?

The worst thing is I have switched insurance companies two or three times since then and for the life of me I can't remember what company I was with back then.

Anyway, I have to go to court 90 minutes away (I've moved since then too) on Wednesday and I'm just stressed about it.

I have lots of embarrassing moments, but I'll just share the most recent. I recently started working at Starbucks, and it's the first job I've had since I popped out my kids a few years ago. It's harder than it looks too, and this is a Starbucks with a drive-thru which I thought was great when I was just a customer. But oh my GOD, it is crazy making. The first day I worked on drive-thru, after about an hour, I had a little nervous breakdown and started hyperventilating and crying and just generally freaking out. There I was, a mumble mumble year old woman, crying like a baby in front of these teenagers because my double bacherlor's degreed brain can't handle the drive-thru as well as they can.

Ok, next!

Impster

How do U say thank you in geek? TY

Prison bitch?

There is a commercial on American television and it is set in a Spelling Bee, and that is the word they give these poor children. The fist time I saw I swore it was a word made up by some underpaid over worked, or just plain sick minded advertisement agent. *LOL*

i work on planes for a living for the air force and a few months ago we had a jet land with all kinds of problems. on the last day of fixing it i had to re-wire all kinds of things and i was in a hurry and wanted to get home so i cut alot of corners. 2 hours later they call me saying i have to go on a trip on that same plane. i had never been so scared lol...(and we made it safely)

I got Katla's first post!!!

No thanks. And only my closest friends can call me bitch.

U scare me

IMP that sucks....but the double bachelors degree means NOTHING when dealing w/ people eh? They have no respect hehe

heh, you probably coulda stopped your sentence right there.

LMAO not true, as a gal who has wanted to return to school since before I found out I was preggers with #2...I WILL return to school after the kids are gone, been my dream for ages, ever since I grew up.

And it will be for ME, not them, or the man or anyone else hehe...hell I'll be so old by then I'll be screwed. But I'll be happy

Good for you, I'm going to try and go back after my little one starts school. It'll be hard but goddamnit I want it.

...the clank of the metal door makes a thunderous noise as it closes and the bolts locks behind him.

Looking around he sees the top bunk made and obviously taken by the current resident who happend to be ahead of him. A large, 6'6" man weighing 385lbs who raises up off the toilet seat. Uneffected by the odor that drifts to his nostrals, he suddenly realizes the scope of his trouble when he hears the words...

..."You're my little puppy now."

Nyx, you go girl! I'm planning to go back too... after my kids are at least in school. I figure it this way: if I DON'T go, I'll be screwed

U go gurl!!!

Indeed......looks for those Tech catalogs