Funny stuff

[piscesbabi09]

Originally Posted by 1908Revelations

I see the Valtrex commercials and noticed the announcer saying:

"70% of the people who contracted Gential Herpes got it from their partner while they had no visible signs or symptoms"

So....I must ask...Who are these other 30% who are sleeping with people with a very visible outbreak?!? That is too weird.

haha...that is pretty funny..and dont you love how they always have the people smiling, laughing riding bikes, riding horses....come on! you have herpes why are you smiling?...lol

[AlphaFrog]

Originally Posted by piscesbabi09

haha...that is pretty funny..and dont you love how they always have the people smiling, laughing riding bikes, riding horses....come on! you have herpes why are you smiling?...lol

I think someone else pointed this out on the other thread containing this discussion - but, if you had GH, wouldn't you AVOID activities that put pressure on "that area".

[JonInKC]

Someone at work picked up my drink and I said "that was my drink". She said sorry, then patted me on the back and said "it's ok, I'm not sick." I said, well you should be ok...I haven't had an outbreak for a while now...

"Oh great" she says.

[ziasha07]

Originally Posted by JonInKC

Someone at work picked up my drink and I said "that was my drink". She said sorry, then patted me on the back and said "it's ok, I'm not sick." I said, well you should be ok...I haven't had an outbreak for a while now...

"Oh great" she says.

LMAO. That is just wrong.

[AlethiaSi]

The thought process behind eating an entire bag of doritos

[AlexMack]

I like the part in the commercial when the dude goes "I have herpes." and the chick goes, "and I don't." Probably because I always call out, "you do now bitch, you do now!"

...Being a classy broad and everything.

[Jimmy Choo]

I found this on one of my friend's myspace pages. If you are a pet lover you should find this absolutly hysterical!





Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:


8:00 a.m. - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 a.m. - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 a.m. - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 a.m. - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 p.m. - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 p.m. - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 p.m. - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 p.m. - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 p.m. - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 p.m. - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 p.m. - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:



Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre

little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the

other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although

I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must

eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that

keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I

once again vomit on the carpet.



Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their

feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it

clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made

condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!



There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was

placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,

I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my

confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what that

means, and how to use it to my advantage.



Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my

tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try

this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.



I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and

seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.



The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the

guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My

captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,

so he is safe.



More tomorrow