Good Evening Again.
I remain Vampire Gerbil.
I'll keep coming back until I finish each serious response (By "serious" I mean that if someone keeps posting inoccuos questions, like "What time is it, VG?" followed by "Where were you born, VG?" It can go on and on forever, I tell ya!
Oh, that last question... who the hell remembers a swamp at 0200 hours!
Coulda been Lousiana, coulda been NJ, what with all those whispering ponds and other bodies much stiller than me.,....
Once again I have derailed from my train of thought and crashed right into a VW Beetle with 73 clowns inside of it, so lemme respond some more, ok?
OK!
Thank You, even you guys that try growing packawood trees!
Bastid said:Been concerned and it is good to see your post. Been dealing with Author It is in my spine for about 10 months now (too much old age whitewater and pullin' that anvil out of my trunk did not help any either) and I know it can get ya down at times, but stay on the positive side V.G.
I say: Thanks for telling me how to spell my condition, Bastidian (Sounds like a Roman Legionnaire, don't it?)
Yes, it indeed do suck, especially when it keeps popping out at a new place like every 2 months or so.
This morning, my wife couldn't get out of bed without my help cuz now she's got SOMEthing in her hip. I assumed it was just more Arthur, but she had an appointment with our Doc today and he said it could be multiple sclerosis. She already has so many health problems that I'm ...well... terrified.
But I wanna keep this light so I know everyone sends their kind wishes towards my wife, and let's leave it at that, ok?
Bastidurion, get someone else to grab the heavy stuff whenever ya can.. I got what the government calls "children". To me however, they are "Indentured Servants". If you don't have any around, you can adopt one, or do the Foster Family thing and get paid for them to do the hard work they're doing. If you're in a good mood, you can even give 'em a portion of your payment. Kids still just LOVE a shiny new dime, don't ya know.
I'm doin' my best to have a positive attitude. 30 milligrams of vallium and a bunch of Welbutrin took a while, but finally, I'm starting to feel like my old self.. personality-wise, that is.
Hang in there BastARFLEET COMMANDERid. Things can always be worse.
Well, I sure did promote Bastid amazingly fast, didn't I. That's cuz the nice men with the drugs keep me sedated and relatively happy!
Did I mention that I checked into , VOLUNTARILY checked into a psyche ward cuz I'd spent about 3 hours to figure out the best way to get rid of myself... and I was serious!
But I can only imagine the tranqs fixing that problem...keeps me on the positiver side, ya know?
OK, back to responses.........
Esav Benyamin Said, sans any Yiddish accent whatsoeverSheesh! Talk about mixed emotions ... reading that last story, one part of me was hoping the punk got shot and the other part of me worried that if the punk got shot, that nice dagger would fall down and get scratched or scuffed ...
Anyway, VG, I'm glad you didn't pick up anymore nightmares.
Please up your meds and
come back here more often!
And I respond like this here: Hiya Esav, Long Time no see!! As for me coming back there, well, I didn't wanna scare the midwesterners who may be listening, but what the hackabubble, I'll let it out now.
In a few months me, my wife and my daughter, Alisha, are moving to Oklahoma, where my wife was living when I first founded her! I was online in NJ, she was in Ponca City, OK so after a year of speaking telephonically constantly, she came to NJ to check me out and she approved.
ANYhoo, we met online January 7,1997. About a year after she and the 4 kids moved in, then on January 7, 1999 we gots married, yes, 2 years to the date that we met online. A funny thing about it was that the Preacher and the Little old Lady That Plays The Organ were all-a titter because Dennis Rodman and Carmen Electra were married at the same place, The Little Chapel of the Flowers.
Our marriage lasted longer than theirs.... although Carmen had a much longer Schwampenpfoofer to mess with.
OK, the point is, my wife hates it here in Pahrump and wants to be closer to her grandson... ahem... yes, MY STEPgrandson, and me so young and stuff!
But her son's there and Alisha's coming with us, so my wife should be much happier. She's been so depressed lately that she cries at the drop of a hat, and that is NOT how she is.
OK, Esav, I just spent a zillion words to let ya know I'll be halfway there in probably 6 months. Then a little plane ride and I can be a New Jersey Knife Collectors Association #007 - Honorary, but that number still gives me a license to stab those who annoy me or any of the other members of this cult.
As for the story about the punk, it turned out the best for me. Yeah, he was definitely in the kill zone, but I probably woulda been charged with something (remember his buddy was watching the whole thing?) and a few grand later, I'd be a quitted.
As for the knife, it sounded like a cheap wall decoration, although in hindsight, I DO regret not telling him to drop the knife and scabbard to the ground, just as a souvenir.
And BOY HOWDY, you got that right about the nightmares! They were always horrible and so VIVID. Now I'm sure I dream, but I haven't had memory of one in 2-3 weeks!
That's a very GOOD thing!
OK, Esav, at this rate I'll be dead before I finish all the responses, so thank you for the kind words about upping my meds. I shall take some now.
What's the prayer for taking pills Baruch Atah " boray paree morpheous?
Something like that, right?
Nathan S Typed the following at me:Hiya VG, good to hear from you. I hope your various aches, pains, concerns, depressions, repressions and impressions are not keeping you too far down. Thanks for sharing the story about the parking lot incident. Hats off to you, sounds like you handled it very well.
Me, Vampire Gerbil Hath thith...this to say back
Damn, Dude! I was feeling better until you listed 'em all down like that!
As for the parking lot, it just taught me that I can't get out of a situation, I just go on some sorta autopilot so I get to go home. Going to a school definitely brought back alotta muscle memory... Although I hear that some people don't use that term anymore. All I know is he was about 15 feet from me and pulled a knife (possibly to try and sell it to me, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna have a conversation with a street person holding a dagger at conversation distance.
But I thank you for the hats off... not sure I deserve it or not, but getting people to remove parts of their clothing cuz of my Actions seems to be a good talent to have. I wish their were more ladies here.... I might get a Tom Jones -Tossed panties tossed at me and have it wrap itself around my head and down my back...
Come to think of it, howzabout we just say "Top o' the mornin' to ya, Hamish".
Yeah, that's it.
Thanks, Nathan! And a Top of the mornin' to ya, Hamish!!
Geepers, but I come up with brilliant suggestions when being threatened by gigantic pairs of bloomers!!! Yep, when the stress hits, I go right into action....
Now then, who's next....
Daniel Koster shrieked:LOL Esav - pretty close to what I was thinking....though, I was wondering what if the guy recognized VG from the forum and wanted to show him his new auto dagger?
Well that doesn't appear to be addressed to me, so the polite thing to do is let Esav handle it.
However, I ain't polite, maybe cuz of the drugs or something.
This person was from the Crackiesmoke Nation. He wouldn't be associated with such a high class of people such as ourselves.....hmmmm I probably shoulda left that to Esav.....he'd have been much honester!
Daniel says: Glad to see you post again, VG.
I say: Thank you, Daniel. I myself are glad to watch me type my posts using my fingers purposefully.
Daniel said:Dibs on your S&W500.....there I said it...
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I now say: Are ya serious? I had to pawn that. Drop me an email, and lemme know, ok?
OK, it's RIB TIME AGAIN!!!!
I shall try and respond some more later on, if I'm concious.
I shall remain,
Vampire Gerbil
