Tiger

Well, there's only one thing I know how to say in ASL.

So that I cannot type.

Yes, I wonder if I'm the king of gaffs. I seem to have a bad habit of putting my foot in my mouth. Perhaps, I should be given a muzzle and a pair of mittens to prevent me from speaking or talking. That is all.

Yes, we prefer jungle terrain. It makes it much easier to ambush goats.

In my opinion, words have to be use conjunctively in order to be erotic. Steve does that very well.

Lately I've been listening to this live version of Cher's cover of "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For". Also, I have added some to my blog. There's Rachel Lutrell of Stargate Atlantis singing a beautiful song called "Beyond the Night" and Nickelback's latest single, "Gotta Be Somebody".

Shouldn't you be more worried about a tiger turning you into dinner?

Don't worry. It's only 6 now. That puts me up to 5 Poster Posts Benji 6 Tiger 5 jkeeling 4 C James 4

Who posted in: Chapter 10 Changing Lanes? Poster Posts Benji 5 C James 4 jkeeling 3 Tiger 4 (including this post) Yes, you have posted a lot in this thread, Benji. Tim (still patiently impatiently awaiting Chapter 10)

The day has come and gone, and I still do not have my fix. I wonder what happened.

So will Benji at over 3,000 posts. Speaking of Chapter 10, I am just dying to read it.

Aside from LiS Chapter 26, His Shadowyness has not come close to the level of evil that is an evil cliffhanger by C James. Yet, there are still claims to the contrary. I should have saved them, but I even seem to recall CJ admitting that he planned evil cliffhangers for later chapters of LTMP. Yet, he wants to obfuscate the facts and blame poor, innocent Steve. Yes, and those mountains are steep.

I don't think that's the case. He's too busy. It's all you concocting the evil predicaments. The only reason I say that he would be doing such evil things is because he would be obliged to fill your hooves, and that is no easy tasks with all the diabolical predicaments and evil cliffhangers. Well, I agree. Helen should have left so that Cody could have shown Eric what it's like to be a real man! Of course it is, Mike.

Well, I certainly hope you didn't write the rest of it. That would mean that you wouldn't have as much time to write D&CW. We wouldn't want that. Besides, then we would also have to blame you for anything bad that happened to Brandon.

You think that a little girl screaming is calming? Psst... I was being sarcastic.

Yes, that ending was about as calming a little girl screaming her lungs out...

CJ, that only counts for one. What about the one involving The Scar?

One thing that helps is reminding yourself that it could be worse. I know that all those tests can be scary, especially at the beginning. I know you're tough enough to beat this thing. It's great that you have someone there to support you along the way. I was just curious though. Have they mentioned anything about a bone marrow transplant?

All of us have skeletons in our closets, moments in time we wish we could change. Take for example, what my adoptive father did. His selfishness and sickness literally destroyed our family. In 1997, his niece came to live with us. Her mother, who happens to be a major slut, decided to leave her with us so she could seek the almighty cock. Over the next 3 years or so, the young girl lived with us. During that time, she was exposed to a true monster. Like so many young people, she was my molested. Who was the perpetrator? Well, it just so happens that it was my dad. You think that's bad? Well, it gets worse. There was yet another victim. See, her friend was at our house a lot. Being the upstanding citizen he was... he molested her as well. Why did she come to our house and subject herself to the abuse? Well, there's a simple answer to that question. Her own brother had been doing the same thing to her for years. Yes, this innocent girl was molested repeatedly from the time she was 4 until the time she was 12. When she was in the hospital, they found out that she had some kind of infection, one that was caused by what he had done. At this time, I was 19. I was working at a nursing home on 3-11 shift at the time. It was a cold February night. I arrived home right around midnight. Normally I got home when my parents were asleep. Only, this night my mom was still awake. Why may you ask? Well, the sheriff's department had arrested him. That night I received the shock of my life. I had to ask myself how I could have been oblivious. Apparently, he was very sneaky about it, preying on them in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep. Of course, there were also times when everyone else was gone, and of course the sick bastard took full advantage. How did this make me feel? I felt betrayed. How could the man who raised me do something so viscious to anyone. These kids had already been through enough. He took what innocence they had left. I couldn't take it. That's when I started using drugs heavily. My drugs of choice were marijuana and methamphetamine. I had already been smoking weed on a regular basis, but this simply made it worse. I needed to be numb in order to avoid dealing with the harsh realities. I am lucky that I didn't end up in prison myself. Not only was I using methamphetamine, but I was also helping to produce it. My part was to go shopping for the necessary materials. What was my reward? Well, I was soon tweaked out of my f**king mind. It's a blast of energy like nothing anyone who has not used can even imagine. There's no need to sleep and no need to eat, though you tend to drink quite a bit, and I don't mean alcohol. Believe it or not, alcohol has little effect when one is tweaking. When I look back on this time, I feel ashamed. I probably did permanent damage to myself. This was one of the worst times that I can remember. As for my dad, he was sentenced to 20 years in prison for his crimes. His family disowned him, all except mom (and to an extent) me. I actually decided to go with her. She needed the support, and I was there for her. She would visit him every weekend. Why she stayed with him, I have nary a clue. I went every once in a while and even remained civil even though I really didn't like the idea. As I have mentioned before, he is now dead. Back in July of 2004, he had a stroke in his brain stem. He ended up on a respirator for several weeks. In the midst of that, he was granted a medical parole. Soon after, we sought guardianship, for he could not make decisions for himself. If anyone remembers Terri Schiavo, he was actually worse off than she was. We ended up moving back to this area, though we were on the Missouri side. This was in June of 2005 that we returned. By April of the next year he was dead. Now I have revealed of myself, a past that has left me a bitter man. It's a difficult journey I have led, and I am just now really picking up the pieces. It's difficult to trust anyone. I'm afraid people will either abandon me or betray me in some way. I am extremely wary of people, because I have learned the hard way that the people you trust are not always who they appear to be. Child molesters don't look like monsters. I hardly think they are human, but they certainly appear to be.

Well, there's not too much going on my life right now. I have decided that I have to seriously find a way out of my current life. I want something better for myself, and I don't really think I have a future here. School is fine, and I am about finished with a couple of classes. In fact, next week is the last week. Recently, I decided that I need to go ahead and get tested. I just called the local health department. I can get tested for $20. I scheduled an appointment for Monday. I am a little nervous, but it needs to be done. The biggest part of my fear is the needle. I hate those things. I would be shocked to find out that I'm positive, but if that's the case, I will definitely need treatment. Hopefully, I'm negative. I'm quite sure that I am but not 100% certain, and that's why I'm getting tested.

You must have been his neighbor.

Beware of spoilers! Never? Let's take a look at the evidence. That's not all.

That's true, Ben. I expect that we'll have one of our heroes on the brink of death soon. The evilness of the goat knows no bounds.

Buy me a drink first, sailor.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends. I have a question. Do you all stuff yourselves with turkey, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie?