Hi! Welcome.

Welcome to our sandbox Will. Hi!

UK, you always have the best jokes!

Welcome to our sandbox dog. Hi!

No thesaurus Kimmie, just the phobia list. Read it, it's hilarious some
of the stuff on there.

Best wishes in your journey Sweet, it's not easy, but it's worth it.
Haven't got the alcoholism problem myself, but I've experienced the
effects second-hand, and I do know how depression feels. You're right,
God helps us, if we want it bad enough to do what it takes. You're in my
prayers.

Muriphobia- Fear of mice, any size, they make me squeal like a girl.

Pocrescophobia- Fear of gaining weight, I'm scared to death every time I
look in the mirror.

Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians, not sure if
that's a phobia or a valid fear, we won't count that one.

Proctophobia- Fear of rectums, that's why I hate azzholes.

Enochlophobia- Fear of crowds, which kinda sucks when you work at
Wal-Mart.

Somniphobia- Fear of sleep, evidently, I don't get much of it.



Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect
penis, not really I just thought that one was hilarious.



So, whadda I win?

Yes, it happens to me all the time.

Cleaning products are the worst. Every time I find something I really
like and buy regularly, then I can't find it anywhere.

I think they have a chip in my head and see what I buy, just so's they
can go and discontinue what I like.

Stupid chips.

Yippee, a party for the entire earth, and I have to work. Damm.

Hey Izzy, you've been here 10 days? And I haven't even seen ya, how ya
doin'?

ask a question , answer a question

Ok Kid, since you didn't ask a question I will.

Why were you being chased by an ostridge?

So they say, I've never measured them.

Why are we all up so late, or early as the case may be?

Wow, that was great. Cold shower time!

Hey Jen, I've got a cat that looks just like the one in your pic.
There's a pic in my profile of him.

Hey Jason, I've been speaking English all my life, my mom's even an
English teacher, and I still don't speak it right, I mean correctly ...
course nobody in America does!

I wrote this a couple of weeks after my Bobby and I met, when I was
still a little unsure of us. All I knew was that it felt right. Now I
know it is, and I'm glad I opened my heart up to it. Love is worth the
risk.

I Open My Heart

My world is sane now
But for how long
Can I keep the treasure I've found
Without making it wrong

As long as I keep
My feet on the ground
Do you think my head
Can stay in the clouds

My heart has held
Only me for so long
Can I make room for more
One more life, one more song

I open my heart
And I let you come in
Hoping you know that where you are
No one has ever been

Dang, Welsh looks ways harder than Spanish, which I can read a little
but I sure can't understand when they talk so fast!

Thx Stef, for everything.

PS BTW, welcome back Mod!

Prob not, he left at 8 this evening on a train heading across the
country. Don't know how fast those trains go but I'm sure it's not as
fast as a plane! We're not likely to hear from him for the whole 9 days!

I'm doing good, just missin' my sweetie.

As much as I like talking on the phone, it's just not quite the same ...

How bout some of that rum?