I SWEAR I will EXPLODE if I see one more COPYCAT tread

I'm so fucking sick of them!!! :grr:

Hands down.

:pals:

I honestly don't know and wouldn't know one if I saw one (I guess). I may have over a thousand posts, but I get on here, say my piece, respond when I can and that's it. The intricacies of copycat threads, what-have-you, are beyond my ken.

Also, where are all these DU'ers meeting for the group orgies I keep hearing about.? Ah, dude, I'm SO outta the loop, yeah?

But we do have a support group that may be of benefit to you.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=1191035&mesg_id=1191035&page=

Get out of reality dude! There are like, message boards to spend those precious hours of your fleeting life on!!

Just waste away in the lounge and eventually you will ONLY think in copycat language -- puns, homonyms, and asshole-isms. :D

Yeah, I have a fuckin' real life. I'm writing a novel. I'm having gum surgery. I'm cleaning out the goddamn cat box. I'm trying to deal with women. I pay $100 a week for groceries and $2000 a month maintenance on my co-op. Plus $15 a day for smokes. Plus therapy. Plus the GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING drugs!

Oh yeah, plus I'm trying to re-connect with my insane devil father before he dies so I can get some of his evil blood money before he leaves it all to his bitch third wife, who is younger than I am.

I'm dying here. No one should feel sorry for me, because I'm an ass, and I deserve it. We all know this.

But why won't you answer my question?

:scared: Didn't your mother ever wash out your mouth, boy?

Wait...I don't think I want to know about your mother... :D

Copycat...

It's when someone takes a word or two from a subject heading and changes it, thereby creating a different and (hopefully) humourous thread.

Does that help? :pals:

...In the '60s, she hung out (while ignoring her children) with Ginsberg, Leary, Alan Watts, etc. Anyone know about Leary at Millbrook? Apparently, I was toted there when I was a year old. I don't remember it, of course, and mother always said I wasn't dosed, but who knows? It would explain a lot.

Yeah (sigh), the cobra strikes, m-jean03. But the cobra is tired and hard of hearing just now. And his fangs? They ain't all that. You know I love you. Just workin' through some issues. Blame my mom! Hell, I do. Beats therapy, and she's too goddamn dead to care.

Not that she doesn't come to me in my dreams. She does. But when she does I'm angry with her. Oh, do I let her have it! And the end result of all that? Nothing. Nada.

As an old, dead friend of mine used to say: "How like life."

I'm sorry to hear about your mom. :-(
I never seem to say the right thing...


off the subject... my Dad hung out with Red Foxx in the 60's and 70s.

He used to chill with him in the Detroit clubs where he performed

Well, that's all the name dropping I can do today...er...this year. :-)

Have a good one my celeb slumming friend. :P

Let's be clear on that. You're super-duper.

Red Foxx is God. You ever heard his nightclub stuff, when he was raw, X-Rated? I expect you have.

No, ashamed to say I've actually only read quotes from Red's more colorful days,

And heard my Dad's stories. Am a big Sanford & Son fan, though.

Is there a video I should check out?

Thanks.

:thumbsup:

You know I was just kidding him, right? :shrug: Just making sure.

I really envy people with real lives; illness has kept me from being very active out in the big blue world, though luckily that seems to be changing...

make an art and pasttime out of these things, you know.

Good luck with your real world ventures, it sounds rough. :-(