(since this thread seems to include both serious and not-so-serious replies, one of each in a single post; serious reply first)

I have yet to make the ‘big goal’ of getting published (though I was once in negotiations to sell a manuscript for a novel, but they fell through because I mentioned on the ‘net that I was in negotiations and was seeking advice, which apparently violated an unwritten policy of theirs.  *sigh*), but I have written 3 complete novels (one circulating with publishers, one being revised, and one set aside because it needs more extensive revisions than I’m able to take the time to make right now), two partials, and a bunch of short stories… (I haven’t bothered trying to sell the short stories, since there’s nowhere decent left to sell short stories which aren’t in certain very specific genre any more)

Oh, and I managed to get a personal best 4 tubs of laundry done in one day last saturday.

I shot a rapist.

You asked Miss Melinda over for coffee yet?

I think I know why there’s a shortage of punkins:

It’s just not worth it to even try to get through to these people.

Yea no Playboy mags for the butthole bandits.

Lloyd ... Yes, that, and there are other ways to get fetal stem cells without destroying a fetus.

Incredible accomlishments, people!  Nobel Prizes all around!!! :D

Considering their close-minded clientele, it was probably a good business decision on their part.

I am proud of my wife and family and that I made it through some very dicey times and God preserved me and kept me whole till I had to retire.  Then I survived surgery.

“He moves like baboon . . . with two crubbed feet! “

...omg is that a REMO WILLIAMS quote I see??!!?!?

ahaahaha @ “Big Pumpkin”

Maybe GREAT pumpkin??!?!

Greetings:

Somehow, I can’t imagine President Barack Who’sVain Obama ever being in a fight, nevermind winning one.  With those girly arms and hands, he would have been known as “Lunch Money” in my part of the Bronx.

Hoorah for her give her a clap.

Greetings:

Speaking of hysterias, shouldn’t Santa be more worried about global warming?

Or, the dreaded and nearly always fatal Yellow Snow?

Trader Joe’s is all broke out with canned pumpkin...pumpkin.

What would you expect there all cocksucker and cornholers. They hate women bet you could see the guy shudder just at the mention of a female name unless they look like a man.

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I haven’t drowned any of the passengers in my car by driving off a bridge drunk.

At first read it seems to me (and I’m a retard) that its a techno gimmik.  Then I thought “if she’s not hearing his voice live during this intense moment, is she more likely to worry about the well being of her baby’s father?”.