I can't tell you now....................


sorabji.com: What are you afraid of?: I can't tell you now....................
By Thingfish on Monday, November 15, 1999 - 12:27 am:

    I will be back in a few days.


By hydrozoa on Monday, November 15, 1999 - 04:34 am:

    you'd better. i'm holding you to this.


By Patrick on Monday, November 15, 1999 - 11:46 am:

    we don't go for cliff hangers around here.

    we leave that to the pros at Fox


By Nate on Monday, November 15, 1999 - 12:02 pm:

    i'm horny.


By hydrozoa on Monday, November 15, 1999 - 07:47 pm:

    well, you'd better buy yourself a whore, cos "thingfish" isn't going to be back for a few days.

    either that, or you can talk to andy from scotland...


By Thingfish on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 12:41 pm:

    I am afraid of posting something that gets no response. I am lonely enough already, I couldn't stand cyber-rejection.


By Spider on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 12:46 pm:

    That's it? You kept us waiting for that?


By Patrick on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 12:57 pm:

    ummmmmmmmmmmm


    no no no no no no no no



    with that shit you might be looking at some serious time in the cage with swine....

    you don't cliff hang and then back off saying "naw ima afrwayd of rejection"

    just say it already!!! whats up with the drama? theer are enough of us around here for that...


    and the pros at Fox


By Antigone on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 07:37 pm:

    Being afraid of rejection from this crowd is like pruning the tits off a dead fruit fly. It just don't make sense.


By Lucy Phurre on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 09:27 pm:

    Hey, did anybody here ever have to do the experiment with the fruit fly breeding. We had to separate the females from the males to guard their virginity so that we would know which males they mated with.
    I think a fruit-fly convent doesn't make sense either...

    My, I *am* odd today.


By MoonIt on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 09:58 pm:

    No but i refused to do that rat chopping up thing, and so me and the rest of the whimpy girls sat outside the classroom and gossiped, then this bitch who everyone hated opened the door and threw a dead rat at us and we all screamed..

    fuck i am such a chick.


By Gee on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 07:38 am:

    I was the only one in my class in middle school who didn't want to dissect a pig. Instead my teacher made me draw a picture of the pig. What a jerk.


By heather on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 09:37 am:

    dissecting an eye was amazing

    that's all i have to say


By Antigone on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 09:56 am:

    I got to dissect a humen brain once for a neurophysiology class. It was pretty amazing. But I think it's what made me start my obsession with my own mortality I've been on ever since.


By Rhianno on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 10:51 am:

    Worm
    Grasshopper
    Frog
    Fetal pig (3 times)
    Sheep's brain


    The grasshopper was the most disgusting for me, but that's just because I don't like bugs.

    An interesting note: when my grandmother died and I went to her viewing, she reminded me of a fetal pig in her casket. (Of course, I didn't tell anyone this. I'm not *that* insensitive.) A couple years later, I understood why...she smelled like one because of the embalming fluid. I had originally thought the connection was a visual one (something about her eyes maybe?) and then I find out it was olfactory. I thought that was interesting.


By RhiannoN on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 10:54 am:

    That was not intentional.


By Nate on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 12:45 pm:

    (please excuse my tardiness, and direct this as appropriate.)


    fuck you, you ass.


By Lucy Phurre on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 01:04 pm:

    I refused to dissect a fetal pig in high school for ethical reasons, came up with an alternate curriculum (the school's responsibility), and was accused of being squeamish.
    Then when the time came to dispose of the pigs, it turned out that the class big, tough jock type had managed to coast on his partner's work and had never actually touched the pig. And he wasn't about to start (it seemed he, who had been hassling me constantly for squeamishness, was, himself, afraid to). His partner was out sick the last day.
    I threw it out for him.
    I don't think he ever lived that down.
    It still makes me smile.

    Nate: I'll assume that's directed at me for telling you that you're not oppressed, in which case:
    Get over it.

    If not, never mind.


By Nate on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 03:22 pm:

    no no, lucy. it should have been the second message on the thread.

    i'm just lazy, and slipping in my job.


By Lucy on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 03:49 pm:

    Take option b then.


By Nate on Thursday, November 18, 1999 - 04:46 pm:

    oh yes, that is what i was going to do but i didn't want you to think that it was directed at you.


By hydrozoa on Friday, November 19, 1999 - 02:02 am:

    dissecting a mammal (fetal pig, twice) is always fun because the stomach inflates with gas and you can pop it with a sharp instrument...