I would wan't the power of psychokinesis aka "telekinesis", There is soo much mistchif I would get into.. On top of that Invisibility.. Yeah!!
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:lol: All those with telekinesis...raise my hand.

...and you psychic's ...you know what to do. :lol:

Oh Finally ... I think I had a random thought.


I am checking with you to see if it is indeed a random thought or possiblly brain malfunction as is the case with most of this thread :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: .

Here it goes.........

Why are yawns contagious? Whether you hear one or see one they spread! This thought came to me as I was trying to conceal the fact that I was yawning from my husband on the phone. Yet he still yawned everytime I did. :? :? Are we just a lined with one another, Does anyone else experience this?


Now is that a random thought or just sleepiness?

Yes, yawns are contagious. Funny, you see someone yawn on TV, and you yawn. Talking on the phone, and you hear the other person yawn, you also yawn. I just yawned from reading about yawns.


Ok. Here is one that yall can try on for size...
My neice. She is what, 15 months old. She can say hi, and bye. She says hi to everyone. :lol: She is also fast. She can be sitting in your lap, and you put on the floor, she gets up, and takes off like a rabbit.
Anyway, she likes the TV remote, and cell phones. My parents have to keep the remote up high. Other wise, they will spend all day looking for it. :lol:
Ok..I'm getting to my point of random thought. Here's her deal with cell phones. She has picked up mine from the coffee table, and she can open it, put it to her ear, and she mumbles, ah blah bah bah boo, etc.. She is 15 months old. I have been thinking, I think, that is pretty good for a 15 month old kiddo. Maybe, she has seen all of us talk on our phones. Maybe, my neice is smarter than I was at her age. I'm thinking that I didnt know what a phone was at that age, let alone a cell phone. (although, cell phones were not around then) Maybe, in this day, and age, kids' brains work faster, earlier in life now days. Maybe...

Hey I just had one! ( Random thought that is ). As I was sitting here I looked out the window at this really hard rain ( much needed BTW ) and thought "It's raining like pouring pi$$ out of a boot", and then I thought: Who was the first person to pi$$ in a boot and pour it out? Did he/she do it so we would have a way to measure rainfall?

That's a good point, err..thought, Ridge Runner.

I've heard it both ways. Pouring pi$$ out of a boot; Pouring water out of a boot. Never understood it neither.

There is also another one. It's raining like a cow pi$$in on a flat rock. Which makes half-way sense.

Yep! The old splatter factor. :lol:

Speaking of cows: Does the phrase: " wagon track thru a cow pile" mean anything to you? :twisted: :P

I've heard that before, but not quite sure of the meaning. :shock: :lol:

Trukrswyfe said:

Trust me.... if you DID, it WOULD be! :shock: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :wink:

Okay, I'm SORRY!! I just couldn't resist!! You leave yourself OPEN so well! :wink: [I held back for HOURS!!]

I'm going to my room now.... without my supper.... to stand in the corner! (you can spank me later, if you want! :wink: )

I wonder if anyone is reversing a truck into a wall...I mean right now, as I think about it.

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If you notice how many posting violations I incur? I am continually on probation, and working off big fines by cleaning up the Forum Index Building Command Center, and the bathrooms and the Mod recreation room.

What they don't know yet, is I sneak into the CyberNet TronLink Annex and siphon off deleted PM's, which sit in a deleted file for 15 days and select out the "good" ones. I've been selling those and prices vary. Your's I almost threw into recycle bin, since they were kinda PG-13. You can buy them back if you want, ...like that one to Mommee and those recent ones to Kahlana... :oops: how about ...$20? I take Comdata.

I have to wear a special suit to withstand the gamma radiation. I still loose half my mind when I go in there. But my hair only itches for a couple days...not my scalp...just my hair. :?

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HogsCADdirtySecrets. com

...and yeah...I read that PM to Jackrabbit.
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Wearing a suit like THAT, Hoggie..... I don't think you HAVE anymore "secrets!" :lol: :lol:

I just might do that Bobo, :wink: Atleast you know how to make up. :lol:

Bobo??? I like that!!! :lol:

When you eat something, do the living organism's scream with pain?

And where do those socks go?

When you are working on something, you lay down the screw driver, How does it end up 10ft away?

OH Boy! I was AFRAID something like this might happen! Ridge.... remember the TOS!!!! My name is HOBO!!

I'm pretty sure that was just "random typing" by Trukrswyfe! You shoud be ASHAMED of yourself! I know the REST of us are! :lol:

What PM? You serious? :shock:

Oh...BTW...I flunked my yearly Mental Illness Evaluation Exam. I can still drive OTR though.

For the last couple hours, I've mainly sat here staring at a bug on the end of my nose. While I was thinking in gibberish (an inner language I don't share often)...I began to realize I could communicate with this bug. Of course, it is always a challenge communicating with other species.

Bugs like to speak in riddles and metaphors...which lends well to gibberish.
Been discussing Politics mostly. I don't agree with this bug, but I don't really understand what it is saying completely, so I just say...uh huh, and nod my head a lot. BTW....Insect Politics is very cruel and quite disturbing. But I think they feel the same way about Human Politics.

My eyes were getting crossed from staring at the tip of my nose, so I ate the bug, and took a nap. When I wake up...I want to tell you about this weird dream I'm having about communicating with a bug. Strange dream.

Has this ever happened to you?

You walk into a bar and order a beer. And while you're sitting there, you hear a tiny voice, “Nice shirt!”

You look around, but don't see anyone. A little while later, you hear another little voice, “That’s a really cool hat.”

You look to find the source of the voice. But again, no one. The bartender notices you looking around and asks if everything is okay. ...reluctantly you explain that you're hearing small voices.

Then bartender says, “Oh, that’s just the peanuts. They’re complimentary.”

RestRoom Cell Phone

All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, Trailer tire flat, incompetent dockworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with 24 oz. mug of coffee, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was planning for a Truck Stop to park for the day, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. As I was cruising down the Interstate, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the nearest Rest Stop.

I surveyed the five stalls, which were numbered 1 through 5;

1.Occupied
2.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.
3.Poo on seat.
4.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.
5.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.
Clearly, it had to be Stall #2.

I trudged back, lined up with the door and backed in, dropped drawers, chocked my heels and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful Shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.
I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter about the shitty day he had.
I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.
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Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.
"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"
Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.
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Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I haven’t punished a toilet this severely in weeks. My God it was a Guinness Book Grade Rembrandt. This was definitely a 3 or 4 flusher. That’s if it doesn’t over-flow…then you have to just escape and evade.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has managed to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the restroom.

:P

Why is a fly called a fly? :?

If you pull his wings off, would he be a walk?

I think Driver's Licenses should just list the color of your eyebrows, for hair color.

You know Home Land Security is going to start pulling Blonde's aside and say, "okay who are you..and don't lie."

Or little old Ladies, with blue hair. "Your license says silver... :evil: I'm afraid we are going to have to search you, Angnes Smith...yeah...like THAT's your real name!" :evil:

If everyone in China had a pish at the same time would the Earth be flooded?

I love to stare up at a clear nigth sky. Amazing, humbling, and very Awesome. Then I had this random thought or question if you will. If a guy wants to clear his head, Does he just take a big dump????????? :D

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Here is my thought - who said moms never get sick? Bronchitis :cry:

That's just so wrong. :lol: :lol: :lol:

This is soo sad-- I thought about this, and I do most of my random thoughts and thinking on the Throne! Maybe your on to somethin here! :lol:

I got it from watching the hubby. He didn't think it was funny. But I am glad someone does. Thanks Slim

TW

I had a thought once....My Wife (Ex) told me to keep it to myself, its probably wrong...

Maybe she was just surprised if it only happened once???????

J/K
Drew

I would get thoughts after the first one....but I knew better than to express it. (I learned quick) :lol: :lol:

My Mom tried to teach me for years that every thought I had didn't have to come out of my mouth. Still haven't learned!

My thought for today


Live & Let Live

To quote Ron White
next time you have a thought...........let it go

Ron White rules.... :lol: :lol: I listen to him and the others on Sirius, Blue Collar comedy...way to funny.

Since suicide is against the law.... should the perpetrators get the death penalty?? :shock: