Confession is good for the Hype. - - Part 11

[Piper Maru]

I confess that whenever I eat french fries, I hardly ever put ketchup on them.

Same here!

 

[SpideyVille]

I confess that whenever I eat french fries, I hardly ever put ketchup on them.

Same here!

Blasphemy!!!!!!!!

I really love french fries, but can never eat them without ketchup.

 

[Duran Man]

I confess that I now have a fear of ants.

 

[Duke]

Blasphemy!!!!!!!!

I really love french fries, but can never eat them without ketchup.

I do enjoy them every once in a while with ketchup, but often consume with BBQ sauce.

 

[Anita18]

I definitely know its time to get out and that's definitely a goal of mine, but I kinda had to learn a lesson about credit cards the hard way, so I have a lot of debts to pay off first. I was actually doing some paintings for some friends and made enough money to help me get by for a while. I've been considering doing that full time, but there's still part of me that feels like that isn't what I'm supposed to be doing and I almost feel like majoring in Art was a bad idea. But I have been saving and putting money away on the side.

What does that mean? If you can make a living from your art, that's the dream, man!

 

[Duke]

I confess that I now have a fear of ants.

The word of the day is : Myrmecophobia .

 

[Spider-Aziz]

I confess that whenever I eat french fries, I hardly ever put ketchup on them.

Same here!

I really love french fries, but can never eat them without ketchup.

I hate ketchup, always eat fries without it

 

[jonathancrane]

I rarely eat mine with Ketchup.
If they are Cajun or fair fries, I have 'em with vinegar and some of Hunt's best; otherwise, I have them with Mayonaise.

 

[The Squirrel]

I confess that whenever I eat french fries, I hardly ever put ketchup on them.

I can do this if the fries are really fresh and hot.

 

[Piper Maru]

I confess that I'm afraid of Americans.

 

[SpideyVille]

I do enjoy them every once in a while with ketchup, but often consume with BBQ sauce.

As long as they're not dry. t:

What does that mean? If you can make a living from your art, that's the dream, man!

Yeah, I guess a bigger issue with that is that I'm just not happy with my artistic skills anymore. I still doubt myself, more so now since I'm not in school, so anything I learn now will have to be on my own. Speaking of which, another goal of mine is to go back to school and get my Master's Degree. But again, I need a job because I want to pay for it out of my own pocket.

I hate ketchup, always eat fries without it

I love ketchup. In fact, I think I love it way more than the food I eat with it.

 

[E-Man]

I confess that I can't help but realize that I'm in love with a good friend of mine, but I stray far away from going too far with her because I don't want to mess up her engagement to her fiance. It's becoming clear and clear that we have feelings for each other, but I don't want to ruin a good thing a friend has. It doesn't tear me up inside because I don't see her everyday, but if I saw her all the time I'd probably have a harder time dealing with this issue.

 

[enterthemadness]

I was thinking about stuff.

I wish I could go up to Alex Jones and tell him I saw some FEMA Coffins in person. How I got in one of them with my adventure time blanket and thought it was comfortable, then had dinner with Homeland Security and dissed Alex Jones.

Alex Jones: -_- why do you troll such horrific things. These are FACTS MR.

Me: -_- Why do you sell fear and are the ''boy who cried wolf''?

There's nothing wrong with believing in conspiracies, but then there's taking it to Alex Jones level. Or just believing in every conspiracy.

Just my 2 cents.

 

[Victarion]

I confess that I've come very close to getting bans elsewhere for laying into Hobbitoids who can't back their rebuttals to the essay "Epic Pooh" (which likens LotR to Winnie the Pooh). Takes one to know one, eh?

I confess that I, too, hate ketchup; I prefer my sweet potato fries with spicey mustard (mustard + horseraddish).

 

[ComicChick]

I confess that I am overjoyed that braincrusher has accepted my friend request. HE LIVES!

i confess your fanboying over braincrusher is a bit much to say the least.

 

[Mrs. Sawyer]

^ What have I started?

My resurrection of braincrusher threads has taken over Piper's life!

 

[nite-owl]

Maybe Piper Maru is braincrusher?

 

[bullets]

Maybe Piper Maru's brain was crushed.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

I love ketchup. In fact, I think I love it way more than the food I eat with it.

There was a time I ate ketchup without adding it to food
No thanks for the memory

 

[Piper Maru]

i confess your fanboying over braincrusher is a bit much to say the least.

^ What have I started?

My resurrection of braincrusher threads has taken over Piper's life!

Maybe Piper Maru is braincrusher?

Maybe Piper Maru's brain was crushed.

 

[SpideyVille]

There was a time I ate ketchup without adding it to food
No thanks for the memory

Yeah, ketchup all by itself is disgusting. That actually reminds me of the kid in the movie "Big Daddy" who would eat a plate of ketchup.

 

[jonathancrane]

The past 72 hours have been hell.

I went to bed at eleven on Sunday night and woke up at 2 in the morning, because my roommate decided he wanted to watch comedy videos and ESPN on his computer. I could not go back to sleep. As a result, I spent yesterday surviving off Mountain Dew and Coffee, so I could function. Come around 1 in the morning, I had to take some coffee as I could barely work on the assignment. It did not kick in, and so every hour, I reloaded my styroafoam cup of coffee. At four o'clock, I called it quits, as I was not feeling anything and was falling asleep/not thinking coherently for the paper. Tried to to sleep, but woke up at six o'clock, to my heart alternating between slamming against my chest and machine-gunning at a frightening rate. Eventually, I rolled out of bed and spent from 5-7, vomiting nonstop into the toilet. It was pure white acid; burned like hell. Managed to grab a half hour of sleep and (barely) managed to stomach some lunch (two small slices of pizza.) So, here I am, with hardly any sleep, and unable to take any caffeine, wondering how I am going to survive for the presentation tonight. The best part was right after the vomiting, I had a realization of a potential hole in my presentation, and I have no damn idea how to fill it.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

Yeah, ketchup all by itself is disgusting. That actually reminds me of the kid in the movie "Big Daddy" who would eat a plate of ketchup.

He reminded me of myself 10 years before seeing that movie

 

[enterthemadness]

The past 72 hours have been hell.

I went to bed at eleven on Sunday night and woke up at 2 in the morning, because my roommate decided he wanted to watch comedy videos and ESPN on his computer. I could not go back to sleep. As a result, I spent yesterday surviving off Mountain Dew and Coffee, so I could function. Come around 1 in the morning, I had to take some coffee as I could barely work on the assignment. It did not kick in, and so every hour, I reloaded my styroafoam cup of coffee. At four o'clock, I called it quits, as I was not feeling anything and was falling asleep/not thinking coherently for the paper. Tried to to sleep, but woke up at six o'clock, to my heart alternating between slamming against my chest and machine-gunning at a frightening rate. Eventually, I rolled out of bed and spent from 5-7, vomiting nonstop into the toilet. It was pure white acid; burned like hell. Managed to grab a half hour of sleep and (barely) managed to stomach some lunch (two small slices of pizza.) So, here I am, with hardly any sleep, and unable to take any caffeine, wondering how I am going to survive for the presentation tonight. The best part was right after the vomiting, I had a realization of a potential hole in my presentation, and I have no damn idea how to fill it.

Well damn...

On the bright side, if you ever meet Charlie Sheen, got a story to tell him.


I called Rue 21 in town about my application...guy couldn't understand my first name. Got it wrong twice...didn't bother correcting him a third time. Gave him my cell number so they can connect the dots to me having a speech issue or a accent issue. Spent most of my life taking speech classes and what not...I don't think I can approve it anymore. I need a Dialect coach more than a Speech Coach. I want to sound American, not European or a person that has traveled the world.

 

[ComicChick]

buy a magazine, book, heck even read newspaper articles online and read them out loud to yourself