Why's that a bad thing? Uhm, oh vomiticious being of beauty with your limber spider-like etherealness - type stuff.

Two years??

Wow, are you OK with that. or does it eem like a prison sentence?

That line is now in my signature Mia.
We don't know if it's a really bad thing or not yet, the company that bought the contract has an awful track-record with the Vermont Job-Corp center; I visited the place and it was a run-down getto. If this place starts turning into that I definitely will not be here that long at all.
Other problems are that all the staff currently working here (The majority of which are great people), will now have to re-submit applications to work with this new company. Finally there is a possiblity that we might have our minor rights restricted in a number of troublesome ways: Such as being issued uniforms, or having the center fenced in and under guard. I'm not worried though . . . Coming from such isolation back home, I really do like this place. Just today I picked up a few applications from the local mall, as well as Opeth's latest album Ghost Reverie's; which I highly recommend. When I returned to campus I took my drinking glass; only to find that a beautiful new sister of the Grey Nether clan had blessed me by making her first home in the bottom of my cup. I gave her a crippled ant to feed upon, which may well have been her first meal since hatching . . . Perhaps she will one day lead her clan in the struggle against the hypothetical, tyrannical new owners of PJCC.

As in applications for a job?

You gonna be selling stuff to the general public with your hair tied back and a smile on your face?

I'd buy a toaster off you....

I would like one too

That's two toasters then, please Iron.

What kind of warranty to we get on them?

Are you gonna forge em yourself?

Agh! To much preassure! I quit!

You defeatest you!!

I need a new washing machine too....

Alright I'm back on the job. How may I further degrade myself?

You could sell me the new washing machine whilst completely naked save for a cheese slice?

. . . Okay, I'll do it. The Customer is always right.

I don't know how you'd attach it?

I'm concerned that any thread you put through the cheese slice will cut it and expose you nakedness at you new job, leading to you being fired and then maybe criminal charges for indecent exposer, and then how will you get a reference in the future????

Don't!! Life's too short!!
Get yourself a nice thong instead....maybe one of those crocodile ones, that you know, open their mouths.....

What an evening I had last night . . .
I set out with a group of 4 of my closest friends at what must have been around 10:30. We walked around downtown Bangor, stopping to get food and a few other neccesities. Two of my friends kept mentioning that we could stop for "pizza" in such a manner that I knew they didn't mean actual pizza . . . Yes, it was what you are probably thinking . . . I guessed it but I didn't know for certain until someone mentioned Visine.
After that, we kept walking around looking for a suitable, secluded spot to smoke a slice. That was a bit of an ordeal, as two of the others were extremely paranoid about getting caught by security cameras if we hid somewhere. This person recommended that we just walk down the street and do it . . . I wish I could teach people to be better strategist . . . I was almost having flashbacks from the time when Ptv. Twinky got us snared by patrols on the border to the land-fill.
After sitting down on the side of the road, burning an incense and engaging in a hearty religious debate; One of us finally took the initiative and got the two paranoid people in the group to follow him. As we walked down the road, I noticed an odd looking patch of green-blue light in the sky in front of us. I pointed it out to one of my friends and wondered if it was the Aurora Borealis, but I thought that it could have just been light pollution too.
After we had our Pizza in a lovely little clearing on the side of a dark, wooded road. I was quite happy and giddy, I was quite happy to be able to do that with people that I feel confident placing my trust in. I was mesmerized by the burning incense stick that someone had bought along and I laughed a lot and sang and pranced down the road like a happy little satyr (I invented a dance move for Torgo's Sikinis then). As we made it back to center I was walking ahead of everyone else, so I noticed it first. As I reached the field next to the corp, I looked above it and saw what looked like a mist of light green-blue light hanging over the center high up in the sky, massive and ethereal . . . I stopped dead . . . looked at it . . . shouted to my friends . . . Then I threw myself on the ground while shrieking; "Holy shit! I was right! It is the Aurora Borealis!" It was an awsome sight, so much power and majesty made manifest in the almost sea-green waves of light and energy. As we walked onto the center grounds. It grew to towering lengths and dimensions in the time it took us to walk behind a group of buildings. I couldn't see if it was moving at that point, I was to over-whelmed to even bare to look at it for very long and I kept ejaculating exclemations and cavorting about wide-eyed. It had to have been moving all along but it wasn't until we started walking across the campus towards the dorms that we saw it flash and flicker. A pulsing wave like water, or the flicking of a great wing in the mist of time. Although my companions and I seperated, my new room is at the end of the hall, so one of my room-mates and I clambered out of the window and stood on the lawn looking up above the trees as it flickered, flashed and formed itself overhead. I wish that I had had some classical music to go with it, or a carmera. I kept freaking out a little bit though: As I explained to my room-mate, I've survived my life by clinging to my own identity, gladly sacrificing all that I could have gained had I changed myself, not in a negative or egotistical sense; I mean that I have become intimately aware of my nature and world-view and that I have always remained stead-fastly true to that. So when I see something so outside and so big that it shakes my sense of space in the universe, I find the sensation rather unnerving . . . Even still, it was a phenomenal, beautiful display and I feel so privilaged to have been amongst one of the few people who got to see it and I will always cherish that memory. What an enchanted evening.

I do not want to put my Penis in a crocodile's mouth. Not without at least some worker's compensation . . .

Wow, sounds like you had a good night. You don't have to answer me in the other thread now.....and forget the crocodile, I prefer the giraffe!!!

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I am not clicking that link . . . not now at least . . . I don't want to put my Penis in a Giraffe either . . .

You are no fun!!

Come on, there's no nudity involved......

And how can wrapping your penis in cheese be any better!!