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Oh dear, I seem to have wet myself.

Hit you? Why would I hit you? Only Maribelle hits.

Forget about the color of the ribbon. It didn't have a color, because I don't operate on color.

Oh Andail, you know I can't reply to you in anger. You make the funny message, and I laugh with much glee. Haha!

Pete, you could have saved yourself a shitload of effort and just quoted me. Oh, I suppose I didn't type enough filler to make myself sound like I knew what I was talking about. Excuse me while I write 3 more paragraphs quoting everyone on this thread, and thus make myself out to be an enlightened geniuos.

Dream dictionaries don't mean poo. It's rare I ever have any really abstract symbolism. If my 'cord' is showing, it's bound to be linked to my inability to part from my infant-like need for my parents, and the resulting embarassment and desire to hide from it or deny it.

If I'm ever chased by large pink mongooses down a twisting tunnel made of Colorforms and sprites, I'll call for your stupid dictionary.

peanut butter, no jam
The dog's tail wags hungrily
Tubesteak for dinner

*edit*Forgive me
Pollution of this great thread
bad, naughty weasel

No, it's not related to ags in any way.

I was getting dressed, and I happen to look down to pull up my pants, when I noticed my belly button had popped out. It's wasn't the normal bellybutton you'd expect, but actually the nasty dark dried-up umbilical cord, with a ribbon tied at the end. I was a bit disturbed by it, so I tucked it into my underwear, hoping my pants and shirt would hide any lumps.

I'm certain this has something to do with my failure to grow up, or my failure to desire to grow up, or some other such thing. I'm a bit disturbed by the ribbon. I wonder what would have happened if I had untied it?

'wow'? One word is all you can imagine? The damned hells is wrong with you? You coulnd't think of anything else to say, so yous tick wih wow, and think you'll be loved and accepted by us? Well, we hate you (we being my and my lint nall). We hate you, and find you crap.

OSC, you loser!

I'm drunk rite now, and you don't see 1 singl spelling mistake! Not a one! Damn kids an dthere need to be cool.

No offense to eric, but I always felt that north-south walk example of his terrible. Granted, he "drew [them] quickly", but the legs don't look quite right, imho. I imagine it could look a bit better if the hips were included, so you could see the movement in relation to the joint.

I did not know the entire ags community was housed in your person. I am most troubled by this.

I am not Martin Van Buren. This is the first I've visited this thread. I'd have come up with wittier clues. Don't insult me.

The jam isn't about ability, but creativity. Or so I've been told.

God, I remember that time. Frank and Billy went in, only Frank's left sock came out. The horror...

It's still here because we love to laugh at you, you silly twit.

Sorry I'm a bit late. I suck.

The entries were wonderful, but I have to choose ali's.

You fool, are you trying to kill us all? No one may look upon the face of teh weavers and live!

N00B!!1

I've been 'published' thrice by them, and for my latest entry, offered a chance to purchase a tape containing an oral reading of my poem and like 13 others. It makes me pretty sad that such things are done, this building up hopes. I almost did order the tape, but I've no desire to hear someone else read my poem.

I wonder if it's possible to send in a poem and *not* get in the big book...

Something that won't stain.