Does it ever get on your nerves when people try to copy off of you?

Yep.. DON'T DO IT!

have to take a rain-check. Not gonna be around.

I knew when we started fighting over dumbas& things..

My pleasure. It's one of the best site for writers of any kinda writing. ENJOY!

Scatman John - Scatman

Woo hoo.. I'm a chef.. lol

"They say I have A.D.D. but they just don't … oh look! A chicken!"

2Pac - When Thugs Cry

Check out this place. A great place for all writers..

www.writing.com

Also an oldie. Here's another...

"A cat falls into the water & the rooster laughs. What's the moral of the story???

A wet pu**y always makes a happy c*ck."

The RZA - Fatal

Haha. Good luck man.

Mmm. Then we got an oldie...

"My magic watch says that you don't have on any underwear. (She says yes I do) Damn! it must be 15 minutes fast"

Ah come on man.. lmao. That cannot possibly work.. lol

Every time. It makes women laugh.

One I use most of the time

"Your laugh reminds me of the chicken from Chicken Little *Followed by a smile* It's very cute"

A ten year old boy was failing math. His parents tried everything from tutors to hypnosis, but to no avail. Finally, at the insistence of a family friend, they decided to enroll their son in a private Catholic
School. After the first day, the boy’s parents were surprised when he walked in after school with a stern, focused and very determined expression on his face, and went right past them straight to his room, where he quietly closed the door.

For nearly two hours he toiled away in his room - with math books strewn about his desk and the surrounding floor. He emerged long enough to eat, and after quickly cleaning his plate, went straight back to his room, closed the door, and worked feverishly at his studies until bedtime.

This pattern continued ceaselessly until it was time for the first quarter report card.

The boy walked in with his report card – unopened – laid it on the dinner table and went straight to his room. Cautiously, his mother opened it, and to her amazement, she saw a bright red "A" under the subject of Math. Overjoyed, she and her husband rushed into their son’s room, thrilled at his remarkable progress.

"Was it the nuns that did it?" the father asked.

The boy only shook his head and said, "NO."

"Was it the one-one-one tutoring? The peer-mentoring?"

"No."

"The textbooks? The Teachers? The curriculum?"

"Nope, " said the son. "On that first day, when I walked in the front door and saw that guy they nailed to the "plus sign, " I just knew they meant business!"

Bert was moderately successful in his career, but as he got older he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. When his job and personal life started to suffer because of it, he sought medical help.

After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem. "The good news is I can cure your headaches," said the doctor. "The bad news is it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure creates one heck of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove your testicles."

Bert was shocked and depressed. But since the headache made it impossible for him to concentrate long enough to answer, he decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.

When he left the hospital, his mind was clear and free from pain. He felt like a different person. He realized he could make a new beginning in life.

He walked past a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need: a new suit!" He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...size 44 long." Bert laughed, "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job," replied the salesman.

Bert tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Bert admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Bert thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see...34 sleeve, 16 1/2 neck." Bert was surprised. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."

Bert tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly. As Bert adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about new shoes?" Bert was on a roll and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's feet and said, "Let's see...9 1/2 wide." Bert was astonished. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."

Bert tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Bert walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new hat?" Without hesitating Bert replied, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's head and said, "Let's see...7 5/8." Bert was incredulous. "That's right. How did you know?" "It's my job."

The hat fit perfectly. Bert was feeling great. Then the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Bert thought for a moment, but then said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Bert's waist and said, "Let's see...size 36."

Bert laughed. "No, you finally got one wrong. I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old."

The salesman shook his head and said, "You can't wear a size 34. It would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one heck of a headache."