I didn't answer your p.m. because.....

Because I can't focus on any one person/thing constantly. Imagine how torturous that would be. Just because I haven't replied yet doesn't mean I won't.

Patience my love.
 
Usually, it's because: the pm is from someone I've never interacted with, or I'm not a therapist, or I have a low tolerance for bs, or I feel overwhelmed with pm's, or I feel like hell.
 
IDAYPMB I was too busy with others from mysterious, anonymous strangers. Oh, the thrills! :rolleyes:
 
This time it was the raging vortex that occured at exactly 10:15, sucking my beautifully written response into the netherworld along with one of each sock pair still in the dryer. I, of course, jumped into the heart of the vortex with total disregard to the chaos it inflicted on my hair.

Upon my arrival in the netherworld I was stunned to see a world full of live sock puppets. Each one different and unique. The reason for only one sock being needed was abundantly clear...sock incest here would not only destroy their carefully constructed social system but would also propogate thread balls 10 to the n+1 degree. These soft bundles of delight would not only overrun their world but eventually spill into ours.

Casually strolling through the sock graveyard, I noticed all the gravestones were decorated with sent but never received pm's. In fact, mine was adorning the grave of a recently deceased Under Armor sock. Again the lightbulb clicked, socks don't have a thumb and rely on our messages of lust, humor and sharing to commemorate the passing of loved ones. With this new found knowledge, I gathered my windswept hair in one hand and jumped back into the vortex.

Three minutes later, both the vortex and server reset had finished. I told myself the pm had gone where it was most needed and leaving you with an empty inbox was a small price to pay. To this day I still smile when I find a single sock, knowing the other half is living life to the fullest :)
 
This time it was the raging vortex that occured at exactly 10:15, sucking my beautifully written response into the netherworld along with one of each sock pair still in the dryer. I, of course, jumped into the heart of the vortex with total disregard to the chaos it inflicted on my hair.

Upon my arrival in the netherworld I was stunned to see a world full of live sock puppets. Each one different and unique. The reason for only one sock being needed was abundantly clear...sock incest here would not only destroy their carefully constructed social system but would also propogate thread balls 10 to the n+1 degree. These soft bundles of delight would not only overrun their world but eventually spill into ours.

Casually strolling through the sock graveyard, I noticed all the gravestones were decorated with sent but never received pm's. In fact, mine was adorning the grave of a recently deceased Under Armor sock. Again the lightbulb clicked, socks don't have a thumb and rely on our messages of lust, humor and sharing to commemorate the passing of loved ones. With this new found knowledge, I gathered my windswept hair in one hand and jumped back into the vortex.

Three minutes later, both the vortex and server reset had finished. I told myself the pm had gone where it was most needed and leaving you with an empty inbox was a small price to pay. To this day I still smile when I find a single sock, knowing the other half is living life to the fullest :)

OMFG, that is the funniest thing I have read in a while....:D:D
 
You have no profile info, your name has "stud" and "69" in it, and you've only posted a few times on the forums. I wasn't interested enough to see what your comments said.
 
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