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100 useless facts about me 1. I can say the alphabet faster backwards than I can forward! 2. I am overly tender hearted. 3. When I sneeze, sometimes I make this crazy noise of "cha-ching" my kids lose it when I do this. ~shrug~ 4. Sometimes I crave frozen Totinos pizza and french fries as a meal. (takes me back to my childhood) 5. I learned to cook at the ripe age of 6. (my mother can NOT cook!) 6. I am afraid of spiders. 7. I am afraid of heights. 8. Sometimes I dream things and they happen 3 days later. 9. I am slightly colorblind when it comes to pastel colors. (thank god I'm not into pastels!) 10. I want to have sex in the anti-gravity room at NASA. 11. I have no life lines on my hands. 12. I collect Magic The Gathering Cards for the artwork. 13. I don't really like wearing gold, I prefer silver, white gold, or platinum. 14. I can roll joints that look like cigarettes. (no I don't use a rolling machine or dollar bill, free hand only!) 15. I don't eat rabbit food. (salad) 16. I won't eat cheap mustard. 17. I invented the Mohawk in 1975. (shaved the neighbors kids heads into mohawks. I thought they looked cool!) 18. I OD'd on alcohol at age 15. 19. My daddy made me wear frilly dresses and stood me on top of the floor model TV and made me sing "Delta Dawn" to all our guests when I was 5 years old. 20. I love the TV show Charmed. 21. I can write with my toes. 22. Randy Travis is my cousin. (shhhhh please don't tell anyone. lol) 23. Davy Crockett is my great great great grandfather. 24. I won't eat fried chicken. 25. My bladder is upside down. 26. My bladder is the size of a 9 yr old childs. 27. I can pinch with my toes. 28. When I was 4 I told everyone that I wanted to be a mud wrestler. 29. I can wiggle my ears. 30. I sleep on top of my covers most of the time if I am alone. 31. I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. 32. I can hum and whistle at the same time. 33. I have a wierd fascination with silly songs. 34. I collect "Dawn" comic books. 35. Sometimes I sleep upside down in my bed. 36. I don't eat pot roast without A1 sauce. 37. I don't eat tomatoes but I love ketchup and pizza sauce and any pasta sauce made from them. 38. I talk in my sleep. 39. I have sleep apnea. 40. My tailbone and pelvic bone broke having my first child. 41. We had a pet bear when I was little. 42. I had a pet 3 legged dear one time. 43. My pug likes to ride in stollers and suck pacifiers. 44. I've bungee jumped twice. 45. I eat all the crust off my sanwiches before I eat the middle. 46. I want to go to Vegas BADLY. 47. I have broke every bone in my right foot at some time in my life. 48. I have broke my nose 4 times. 49. I put potato chips on my sandwiches. 50. I can't say the word "precision". 51. I once shaved the neighbors cats. 52. I once had 2 wolves. 53. I got in my first fight in school on the first day in kindergarten. 54. I once tried to beat up my son's first grade teacher. 55. I hate vacuuming. 56. I hate the smell of pennies. 57. I love the smell of gasoline. 58. I am a sucker for romance. 59. I used to tell my son that I would push his belly button and make his legs fall off. 60. My kids are my best friends. 61. When I go to Las Palmas, I order a #6 with a soft taco with no lettuce. 62. I don't answer the phone when the number comes up unavailable. 63. I was MVP for my basketball team my 7th grade year. (even as short as I am!) 64. My voice changes with my moods. 65. My favorite flowers are white and red roses put together. 66. I once fed my ex husband pedigree dog food and told him it was beef stew. He liked it! 67. My eye color changes with my moods. 68. I won't eat a ham sandwich if I don't have BarBQ chips. 69. I am overly infatuated with dragons! 70. My friends and I filled our pool up with my neighbors bait fish when I was 6. 71. I used to set my dolls on fire. 72. I love Hawaiian punch. 73. I know how to do accupressure. 74. I once convinced a guy I was dating that my mom was a lesbian. 75. I think tattoos are sexy. 76. I learned how to break dance (some) when I was in the 7th grade. 77. I was a skateboarder when I was younger. 78. My kids say I make the BEST homemade macaroni and cheese. 79. I love to draw floorplans for houses. 80. I love photography. 81. I have been on AOL a sad 10 years. Can you say GEEK? 82. I got in trouble with my friends for making anatomically correct snowmen when I was 8. 83. I have a strong attraction to men with long hair. 84. I HATE home made soup!!!!!!!!!!!!! (MOM's fault) 85. I almost named my oldest daughter Rhiannon. 86. I flipped a van down a cliff 17 times and only got a dislocated shoulder and elbow from it. 87. My daughter's boyfriend loves my baked spaghetti. 88. I cry easily. 89. I once convinced my aunt that I wrote the tv show "Touched by an Angel". 90. I don't chew chewing gum. 91. I can't swim. 92. I have a bad habit of watching "Trading Spaces" and then attempting to do what they do. LOL 93. I love men with shaved heads mmmm. 94. I won't own a blue car because I have a reoccurring dream of dieing in one. 95. I have taught 2 men how to change a car tire. 96. I have been ran over by a fork lift before. (twice) 97. I have a strange obsession with roller coasters. 98. I want to live in a castle. 99. I have a strange obsession with Lex Luthor on Smallville....yummyyyyy. 100. I QUIT WEARING PANTIES WHEN I WAS 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shrimp anyone?

SHRIMP ANYONE?? ------ One morning around 5a.m., 22-year-old Susan DaLucci of Kittery Maine, woke up with a painful need to urinate. At first she thought she had diarrhoea, but when she stood up out of bed, she realised that it was urinary pain. It was very similar to the feeling of having diarrhoea, just out of the wrong hole. She wobbled to the toilet and upon sitting on it; her vagina erupted into the most horrific messy farting noise anyone has ever heard. In paralysing pain, Ms. DeLucci for the next few minutes continued to push and squirt out of her vagina a burning tide of wretch and filth while she gripped the sides of the toilet, white-knuckled. She was screaming wildly, and neighbours called the police. When medics arrived they found Ms. DeLucci unconscious lying on the floor of the bathroom wearing nothing but her bathrobe. Running down her leg, was a stream of brown and green syrup. The medic had to transfer her to a stretcher, so he grabbed her left leg, which was bent crossing her other leg, to straighten her out. She was lying there all twisted up. When he lifted her leg to straighten her left leg to straighten her body out, he exposed her vagina, at which point a creature, no larger than the tip of a finger wormed its way out of her genitals and landed on the floor with a wet popping sound. Shocked, the medic stared at the creature lying on the tiled bathroom floor in a casing of mucous. It was a tiny mud shrimp and it sat there on the cold floor gasping for water while flipping back and forth. The horrified medic turned to the toilet as he felt nausea setting in. when he put his face down the toilet to puke what he saw was so horrific that to this day he cannot look into a toilet without convulsing. The entire toilet bowl was boiling with baby mud shrimps flipping and splashing at a furious pace. If you think that is bad - wait until you hear how it happened: Ms. DeLucci's official death was the result of a combination of shock and severe head trauma. She stood up over the toilet in pain and when she saw what she had done, she went into shock and fell, smashing her head on the toilet and then on the floor. It is believed by medical police that on two nights before the accident, she had purchased a live lobster at a fish market. While lying in a tub, she gently inserted the creature's tail into her vagina to derive pleasure. At that point, she held a lighter under the creature's face causing it to flip its tail in a violent snapping motion. The medics found a lesbian video in the VCR and the TV was positioned on a table in front of the tub. The lobster was found in the kitchen garbage can wrapped in a paper bag. Traces of Ms. DeLucci's DNA were found on the lobster along with pubic hairs that had wedged themselves between the lobster tail joints. The lobsters face was lightly burned with the same fuel used in lighters. The lobster's digestive track and colon were found to be full of mud shrimp egg casings. Doctors believe that the lobster had eaten them (they are common in the water at fish markets and are usually harmlessly boiled to death) and the lobster had crapped them out into Ms. DeLucci's vagina when she was torturing it. Maine mud shrimp only take two days to gestate and Ms. DeLucci was only four days away from getting her period, doctors believe that at that point of her menstrual cycle, her womb was the perfect PH balance to grow these mud shrimp which are a much larger version of the popular "Sea Monkey" pets sold throughout the US. Over night the eggs hatched and the mud shrimp began doubling in size every ten minutes. You can imagine the pain she was in when she woke up that morning and gave birth to well over 1,000 mud shrimp in her toilet

Sun and Moon

Sun & Moon They fell at her feet with their love-begging bowls She was his, mind, body, & soul. His harem was vast Yet she was the last. Her cold beauty cast a faerieland lust to a dark world. The firs in his heart dared anyone to come close. He ruled the day, while she ruled the night. And yet who was to put aside their pride? In this game of love: which was the slave & which was the master? Her friged siglence, And his heated glares, The power of passion imcompasses all. She was his & and he was her's. But what of equality if each try to rule? Yet, one cannot exist without the other, The live the only way they know how. And the world my fall around their feet, But they are constant in an ever changing world.

Make Love

I'll dance in my mind to a private tune, I'll do anything in memory of you, You always knew I was a bit strange, So make love to me here in the rain. I'll swim naked in a pool of moonlight, Climb to a mountain of the greatest height, You laugh at me and say I'm insane, Oh but darling, to make love in the rain. You call me an imp just a bit of a fairy, I'll giggle and laugh then you'll say I'm just scary, I'll tease and cajole until you ears are in pain, Admit it love, you wanna make love in the rain.

In my dreams

~ In My Dreams ~ How is it remotely possible to sit down and even attempt to put into mere words the true meaning of what you represent to my life and to my heart when those words don't and will never exist You simply amaze me and if God were to grant me some unearthly powers so I might one day be able to share this love I have for you that is impossible for now, honey, I wouldn't hesitate For you are not of anything I have ever known or experienced and I've realized it since the day you came bouncing into my heart to stay. Oh my precious gift, how I do cherish you so You never ask of anything and yet you are there for me always without excuse whenever my heart calls to you. And it does with every breath I take because they are breaths that whisper your name If my life were to end tomorrow, I could honestly say I would go with a smile in my soul because of you and what you have so unselfishly brought to me through your radiant and never ending love I promise that if it were possible, I would be holding and loving you right now, in reality, as I have been doing for so very long in my mind. But until that day I will continue to keep on loving you in my dreams

MOMster in the closet

Practicing What I preach.... (Exorcising the MoMster from my closet) The MoMster attacks without warning, without thought. She comes at you with cold, dark eyes. Still evil and hungered from the last time she fought. She rips into your heart with evil words and lies. She feeds on your anger. She feeds on your pain. She feasts on the darkness she plunges into your soul. She cares nothing of what you have to lose, only her gain. Pushing you, further and further into a 6 foot hole. She has lost her compassion. She has lost her mind. She's gonna take you down with her, to her hell. She'll prey on your weaknesses, any pain she can find. Then within your heart, mind and soul, build a cell. She curses your conception, the day of your birth. She curses each breath you take, each beat of your heart. She only sees you for the blood she can draw and the money you are worth. Her life is an evil, sad, play and you get the villains part. So it's time to close your closet, lock it up tight. Confine her in her own sick madness. Walk away, settle down, and give up this fight. Let go of the anger, despair and sadness. You can't make her happy. You can't make her approve. You can't save her soul, she's gone too far. So, close your eyes to her torture, forward you shall move. Your soul will stop bleeding, cuts and bruises become forgotten scars. Take the love of your children, run with it and be free. Learn to see the beauty in life and people too. Learn to think with your heart and your mind shall see... The MoMster is locked tight in the closet...no longer getting to you.

Every Night

EVERY NIGHT WITH YOU WHAT ARE THE THOUGHTS THAT WAKE ME IN THE NIGHT? NOT SMILING FAERIES , NOT SUNLIT LILLIES.. NO SILVER VIOLETS, NO ROSE PETALS. BUT THE FOOTFALL OF THE DEMON HE IS COMING FOR ME MAMA WHERE ARE YOU? MY HEART IS RACING WITHIN I BECOME TERROR INCARNATE DIM LIGHTS BLARING TVS TOWERING BEDPOSTS YOUR SHADOW ON MY WALL THE EVIL SQUINT OF YOUR EYES THE SALT FROM YOUR SWEAT THERE ARE NO SUNSETS HERE NO PINK AND PURPLE SKIES EVERYTHING IS BLACK EVERYTHING IS DYING MAMA IT HURTS.. SCREAMING BENDING TEARING BURNING TWISTING BLEEDING WHERE ARE THE HANDS TO PRY HIM AWAY? MY HEART AND EYES TELL THE STORY.. STILL, NO ONE HEARS.. SO I QUIETLY SPILL INVISIBLE TEARS.

Death

DEATH is all knowing quiet patient timely and inevitable DEATH is a promise to be unbroken unspoken and unknown DEATH is an orgasm working its way to the inevitable explosion implosion bringing screams tears moans cries and that last sigh DEATH is... PROOF of LIFE

Mommie Dearest

Oh mother why do you look at me that way? With your disapproving eyes, and evil grin. What are you expecting me to say? With you, I say nothing, only way to win. What's that you say? You were a good mom....you did all that you could? Know what I say? You never even did what you should! So you don't approve and you aren't proud? So far in my life I've done nothing right? I can't believe you say these things out loud. Why are you wanting to pick a fight? So you wish I were never born? And you say this with such honesty. My patience with you is worn. I can't believe this.... you cannot see. Remember that girl of age seven? Looking up at you with tear stained eyes... As you told her "Daddy's in Hell, not Heaven" Caring mother....heh....what a disguise! Remember that girl of age fourteen? Begging you to make him stop..... You defended the fiend. And dared her to call the cops. Remember the girl of age twenty four? Newly divorced, trying to raise 2 kids.... You criticized and called her a whore. And disapproved of everything she did. That girl is now a woman of thirty three And cares nothing about the things you say. You cower now when you look at me. And you know soon comes the day. My kids love me with all their heart. You try your hardest to come between us... But you will never tear us apart! So you throw your fits,scream and cuss. Do you think they don't see the things you have done? The stories you make up.....the lies you have told..... The way you have hit my son.... Ahhhh mom, you're not as quick now, you are getting old. I grew up alone.....raising myself No mother to love me and guide me When daddy died, you put me on a shelf Now a mother to shove me and hide me. Too bad you cant open your eyes To see who I have become. But with you I still wear a disguise With you I have become numb. So go on and live with your shame Make others think your a saint I'm done playing your game How do you like the picture I can paint?

I need to know

I Need to Know I want you to understand the reality I feel Not my abstract desires. I have always kept so much locked inside me My passion was no exception. Imagine, inside of you, a malestrom of Emotion - Lust- Desire. When these are witheld too long it turns to agression. Do you understand how it feels to never be satisfied? Take all your Anger - Frustration - Desire - Love - Happiness - Euphoria Let it twist and swell, rolling into itself. And when you reach the point you feel you could explode How do you release it? Can you imagine yourself grabbing the object of your affections Slamming them against a wall, Biting - Clawing - Struggling Until you have shown them just what emotions dwell at the very depths of your soul. Could you do that? Does the intensity of your soul match my own?
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