astrology is lighthearted fun to me. I dont mind it. As long as someone doesnt launch into a tangent about how accurate it is or how it works.

You misunderstood the point.

You have also deliberately made the attempt to cause trouble...

Your nature is known, and you're nothing but a flea.

Your antics gain you nothing but contempt.

>>Sorry Bill, you heard'em. You're "onwed"
>>by a guy who can't spell "owned"

Well my day calendar at the time of this posting is on Wednesday, so maybe I am in fact "onwed".

But geez, first diabolist, now this guy! I seem to be a magnet for the insane.

i dont know if they are crazy so much as just plain rude(especially the crackwhore post you linked). What posseses people to be nasty when no one provoked them?

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That was a typeo.

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So was that.

There is a superstition in my family against yellow flowers... Since I was a kid I was told that touching a yellow flower would bring us almost instant doom in a form of a fatal accident or a similar event.

I don’t know the origin of this superstition. It doesn’t exist in the cultures of the places where my ancestors came from. Looks like it’s exclusive of our family.

My grandmother used to tell us very detailed stories to illustrate the horrible consequences of even coming close to a yellow flower. My favorite was a woman she knew who was putting yellow flowers in a vase and at the same moment a lightning hit her son, who was playing ball outside, reducing him to ashes.

I know it sound ridiculous, but the fear of yellow flowers was very real in my family.

There was one time that the superstition was “confirmed” to us, when my brother fell down and broke his mouth minutes after touching a yellow flower at the park. Probably just a coincidence…

But, why take chances?

I never touch them, just in case.

What is this? Macbeth with hole in left boot and an undecipherable itch, on to himself whilst hopping through a dead eucalyptus field on a limpsy-slimpsy brown horsey on his way back from Galileo´s shack on a Sunday afternoon? Bloody hell. Unbelievable. Give us a descent chronicle next time, will you darling.

My god, he's like Andre Breton.

Except retarded.

It's like talking to a finished mad lib.

I'm beginning to think we all might know this particular person, and if that's the case, I'm hardly surprised....

Call me crazy, but the "darling" is almost a dead giveaway.

I didn´t start it!


Who is this now anyhow? I think I recognise his face but I´ve never seen him before...