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Just the pro levels to go here.I played that one too, this is a new one.So you, guru_007 and wadegarrett are in. GL peoples.I played this quite a while ago. I started over thanks to this post (*******). I'm done with easy and normal. Maybe I'll go after the rest later.Pickles? Anybody?A challenge for any of you's but Mr. Pickles in particular. Complete all of these levels.
Gauntlet, thrown.
Anybody in?
Nice skin, though.
try saying: otter otter otter otter otter otter.Repeat 200x going as fast as you can. Repeat repeatedly. It will flex up your tongue so you can begin to roll your r's. I learned that from the German lady who taught my 8th grade Spanish class.
What else did she teach you?
donePlease tell me you don't want 450/450 achievements.Just the pro levels to go here.I played that one too, this is a new one.So you, guru_007 and wadegarrett are in. GL peoples.I played this quite a while ago. I started over thanks to this post (*******). I'm done with easy and normal. Maybe I'll go after the rest later.Pickles? Anybody?A challenge for any of you
Gauntlet, thrown.
Anybody in?
I can't roll my r's either without sounding like a growling dog. :(
I am seriously impressed. It took me awhile to make through the pro levels.
ETA
Still no ketsup, eh?
I got Jesus on my necka-les es es es
Die.FB wall post from pregnant chick to her sister in law who just had a kid:
lock the stall imo
sounds like you had a good time. cool.
we have two toilets and when you flush them a torrent of raging white water erupts out of the bowl right up your ###. Quiet pleasant actually.
I've been looking at it for 9 years so it seems dated.
Love wikkid. I Pm'ed him a few times. I think he and his stories are very real.
#2. Easily.
Where the hell did you hear that?
The Most Interesting Man In The World looks at wikkidpissah and and asks, "What have I done with my life?"
I heard or read somewhere recently that, regardless of the price range, SS is pretty much an expectation for buyers these days. 
It bothers you that people walk in while you're pissing?
Maybe he drops his pants and underwear to the floor like 5 year olds doIt bothers you that people walk in while you're pissing?
Awesome.Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
i assumed people were walking into the stall he was using. then i got confused because i dont know any self respecting men that choose the stall over a urinal.It bothers you that people walk in while you're pissing?
Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
I'm going to start doing this every time I'm at Walgreen's.Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
Depends.
Are those on the same aisle? It would make sense.
I guess that explains my problem. Mrs. SLB says I'm both figuratively & literally full of ####.
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I see what you did there. FURZy stuff.
My ex-boyfriend used to do this at the urinals at Falcons' games, just to get a reaction. I can't believe he was never killed.Maybe he drops his pants and underwear to the floor like 5 year olds doIt bothers you that people walk in while you're pissing?
I saw Studs is now attending that high school reunion with you and SLB. Can I tag along too?
You know how liquor companies sometimes will have teams of hot girls in bars selling shots of some new product? Looks like hemorrhoid cream companies are doing the same thing.Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
Yes. We'll save you a spot at the "cool kids" table.
Follow-up story re: my hemorrhoid discovery last week.
I go to Walgreens to get suppositories, Preparation H and some Metamucil to help me drop deuces more smoothly. The hemorrhoid stuff is on the bottom shelf, so I squat down and I'm looking at a million different products. My head is spinning.
Just then, I notice someone getting in a catcher's stance and he is now squatting right beside me. I can tell before he even speaks that he's a little "off"... he's got the tell-tale fivehead. Our conversation goes as follows:
Him: "You got one, huh?"
Me:
Him: "A hemorrhoid. You got one?"
Me: "And how!"
Him: "I get them all the time because I go to the bathroom a lot."
Me: "I see."
At this point I can tell he isn't seriously mentally handicapped. He's what you would call a functioning adult. He's not going to qualify for the Special Olympics, but you also wouldn't hire him to mow your lawn.
He proceeds to point out every hemorrhoid cream that worked for him, and cautioned me about the ones that didn't.
Perhaps the strangest encounter I've ever had.
When I went to the WSOP this year in Vegas I COULDN'T leave my room the last two days of the trip due to a freaking hemorrhoid. Never had one before and the pain was unbearable. I could not even sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time the first night and every time I woke up I went straight to the tub to soak. Was going to leave a day earlier but I didn't think I could handle the four hour flight home in that much pain. 
