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I love Dr. Zoidberg. "Hooray! I'm useful! I'm having a wonderful time!"

Yeah, that about sums up my existence.

FrayedEndOfSanity wrote:I love Dr. Zoidberg. "Hooray! I'm useful! I'm having a wonderful time!"

Yeah, that about sums up my existence.

Is the useful part true? I'm skeptical.

Are you asking if I enjoy being useful, or are you questioning my general "usefulness"?

You seek me out for conversation. Makes me think that, even to you, I have use.

FrayedEndOfSanity wrote:Are you asking if I enjoy being useful, or are you questioning my general "usefulness"?

You seek me out for conversation. Makes me think that, even to you, I have use.

I more have an issue with the idea of people being "useful" in general. People seek me out for conversation yet I certainly don't think of myself as useful.

I've got one:


flush

I don't have too much for the word flush. I just think of the porcelain god, the toilet

And dead goldfish.

Royal flush, the highest poker hand...the flushed face of your opponent, who can't control his tells...the flush over your and your lovers' faces and chests after a passionate climax (or five), your winnings sitting somewhere nearby.

Oh, and the nose art on this WWII bomber is funny as hell.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straight_Flush_%28B-29%29

And another thing I thought of, which I used to live by, but seem to have forgotten in recent months, which could explain why I'm more stuck on negativity lately.

$#%^ happens--flush.

New word - Luck

For some reason today I got into a habit of ending my conversations in good luck. No matter how mundane it was, it could be something like "I'm going to eat" and I'd respond with "Good luck". It gave my friends a wtf? moment. Like why the hell would I need good luck to go eat, does he think I'm retarded? yea good luck trying to eat but then they couldn't stop thinking about it, who knows what is going to happen on the adventure to the kitchen?!