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Ah, vacation. I could really run with this, BUT . . .

I know all you lookie loos are dying for a more detailed account of ACL and now that I have had sufficient recovery time I am happy to oblige. Please understand that the views expressed in this post are mine alone and may not reflect the expreriences of other ACLers, reality, or the fine ACL promoters, who are probably too busy counting their money to read this board.

The ACL experience started a little early this year. RT and I met with e/o and her Band of Vampires (BOVs). We met at a chic restaurant/nightclub called [name not remembered] for Mexitinis, Dos Equis, Makers Mark, some coffee liqueur handed out by the friendly coffee liqueur promotions chick, and something red served in overly large Burgandy glasses. The BOVs were in fine form, providing many laughs and their hypnotic aura that seemed to attract chicks that boosted my self-esteem from being seen within 10 feet of them. During the riotous conversation with the BOVs, they announced that RT was a lesbian (or, in the alternative, that she and I are sleeping together), speculated and commented upon the probablity of my rib-eating Cherokee ancestry, and determined that one of them would marry RT's sister in order to lounge on the porch at the ranch while ice cream was hand-made for him by a crew of peasant Mexicans. The BOVs also discussed a friend of theirs, the Whiney Bitch, while he sat at the opposite end of the table, quietly whining and bitching.

We left, Cherokee war-whooping up Lavaca to go to [name not remembered]. The BOVs led us past the lines and through the velvet rope to a chic bar featuring nonintrusive techno music, minimalist interior design, and even more minimalist clothing on the unending stream of exceptional Texas beauties flowing through the door. My jaw was glued to the floor and this facilitated the hasty consumption of alcohol. We drank a bunch of things and a lot of them. One of the BOVs politely declined my offer of a krumping showdown, so I sat in the overstuffed chairs and took in the scenery which, in addition to the lovelies, included several current and former professional athletes and, I think, Billy Idol.

Next we went to [denomine no recordado], but didn't stay long because no one but RT knew how to salsa. The BOVs next war-whooped us through another velvet rope to [name not remembered], where things start to get really fuzzy for me, but I remember there being drinks and music. And I think there may have been dancing between cocktails made with what I recall as being Ketel One and Scope.

I was informed that e/o's sex dungeon was booked for the evening, so I somehow managed to be transported to Casa de Shifter. Was it a dream, or was there naked outdoor frolicking involving pecan branches and tilapia?

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the standing up to jump almost killed me, but the jump itself did not. I jsut called my doctor and they ahve no appointments today....i'm wondering whether I should go to the ER.

another dumb law student
 

I've tried to debate this issue with you here, but through no fault of your's, no one can really argue with you about aethetics. I will simply note that several people here, who are objectively funny, think I'm funny.*

However, i am willing to acept the possible truth of your statement. Thus, unless I recieve 6 PM's from people I find funny telling me they find me funny, I will no longer try and post any attempts at humor on the FB. I will continue to engage in fish cooking/music/income tax talks, but limited to factual input.

If you are correct, you will have made a great stride towards improving this board. Notably the 17 posts so far today will be reduced to 14, minus my 1 and the 2 corrective criticisms.

*Unless I am the victim of a massive campaign to convince me to post more by people who hate my posts.

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Where in your stomach? Appendix is lower right. Gall bladder is upper right. Stomach is upper left, mostly. Pancreas a little lower on the left. Ovaries just above the crease on either side. The middle of your stomach is mostly small intestine.

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You're fucking kidding me, right?

Did you describe your symptoms to a nurse on the telephone at your doctor's office? Did they suggest you go to the ER?

If the answer to any of these questions is no, you are without question the dumbest person I've ever known.

another dumb law student
 

You two sound like a bunch of 7 year old Appleton City school boys comparing penis size. "Mine's bigger." "No, mine's bigger." Guess what, boys? You both have tiny wee wees and ...

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Don't encourage her. We like it when stupid people die before they get a chance to breed.

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Even on both sides and it starts at teh end of my rib cage and goes to about 2-3" past my navel. Area is about six inches wide from side to side. but i'm not very wide, so it's a pretty large area.

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Though perhaps a different example than the one I usually offer, let me use this occasion to reiterate my call for making Lawtalkers "web-cam-enabled."

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No, no, no -- there is a longstanding tradition of people seeking medical advice from their imaginary FB friends. Seriously.

I say we start a pool. And since I came up with the idea, I get first pick -- and I pick "gastroenteritis."

I hope you feel better soon, sunny. (And I hope I win the pool, too, but that is because I am a self-centered prick.)

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I'm guessing she just got some bad horse meat.

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Like Catherine the Great?

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Ecotopic pregnancy.

2.

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Those are so much better than the pregnancies that harm the environment.

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Geez, way to kick a girl when she's down.

Does anyone else wonder how the bunny types when she's in so much pain? I'm thinking of the Castle Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh.