I was typing a response to this message before, and I was starting a sentence with the letter "W", only I used the CTRL key instead of the Shift key. So I have discovered that CTRL W closes the window you're using.
Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!
Billy Mays wrote:Tdarcos wrote:I got it, they were funny, and they didn't bother me. This one did, and I'm not sure why.
So let me get this straight:
I told you to go fist fuck yourself with your mayonnaise lubed arm, then I thought "man, I took things too far there", and apologized, and then you tell me that it didn't bother you, and I need to soldier on.
Yeah, I did. While I don't remember the arm thing and I'm sure you wrote it, what you wrote was funny and didn't bother me. For some reason I'm not sure why, this last one did.
Billy Mays wrote:So then I go on a week long tirade making fun of a disabled elderly man
Now that's insulting, buddy. I'm only 55. If I was 20 years older, yeah, that's elderly. Maybe even 10. But not yet. Hey, with the drugs the doctors give me I don't really feel older than when I was 35. I feel fine.
Billy Mays wrote:who has a long list of very serious life threatening health issues, that the one health issue he doesn't have is the one where you starve yourself, that he is forced to live in a complete shithole in an urban hellscape
Excuse me, I live in a nice neighborhood in Maryland about 4 miles OUTSIDE of Washington, DC. NOT inside. If I move back into DC, then we can talk about hellholes, or shitscapes.
Billy Mays wrote: because his situation prevents him from obtaining meaningful employment,
Yeah, and when they announce a career fair for the disabled, where companies and public agencies will be out looking, my one good eye decides to sabotage itself, leaving me functionally blind, then low and behold, after a couple of months it clears up.
Billy Mays wrote:who shits in a bucket when he has the strength to do so,
Excuse me, I do not shit in a bucket. I pee in a bucket. Well, actually, I pee in a cup and then pour the cup into a bucket, but it's the same thing.
If I was able to shit in a bucket, which would require I am in some manner able to move myself off the bed, and squat over it, I could shit in the toilet.
The only reason I use a bucket is because of logistics. Now, say, I go to bed, and then, 3 to 5 hours later, I wake up because my bladder is full. So now, I would have to move myself over to the chair, unplug the charger, drag myself onto the chair, belt myself into the chair, roll over towards the bathroom. move the fan out of the way, roll into the bathroom, pull my pants down, pee in a cup I have there for that reason, dump the cup into the toilet, pull my pants back up, roll back towards my bed, put the fan back, roll over to the bed, unbuckle the seat belt, reconnect the charger, roll out of the chair, slide myself back to my pillows and go back to sleep. Minimum time is 10 to 20 minutes. And I'm having to do this half asleep
As opposed to, move to the edge of the bed, pull my pants down, pee into the cup, dump the cup into the bucket, then pull my pants up, slide over and go back to sleep. Minimum time is 45 seconds.
Now note that I did not mention washing my hands. In this particular case, I don't have to. I've handled only the plastic cup, I never touch the liquid or my penis, and I will not be touching any food. Now, in the morning or whatever time I get up, I get in my wheelchair, take the bucket to the toilet, dump it, rinse out the bucket, dump it again, wash my hands, and put the bucket back.
But I do not shit in a bucket. Besides, I wear diapers in case I have a diarrhea incident. They help.
As a Christian, you of all people should remember the commandment not to bear false witness against your neighbor!
Billy Mays wrote:and on the carpet when he doesn't,
My room and bathroom are stone tile. I do not have and have never had a carpet (or rug) in my room. (Over on Caltrops I reported how I filed no less than three claims with American Express over my dropping and shattering Android tablets. When you're in a wheelchair it's easy to snag the charge cord.)
Billy Mays wrote:who manipulated a complete stranger into delivering infinity candy bars to his mini fridge,
I had the landlord remove the mini fridge when I put my second computer in. That was five years ago.
By the way, I can get food delivered by Giant-Landover or Safeway. I know of no place that delivers candy bars. Now maybe Giant or Safeway does, (I've never ordered them) but there is a limit of 10 of any one item. Not infinity.
Billy Mays wrote:who voraciously consumes junk food and sugary drinks nonstop because it is the one thing in his life that he has complete control over,
Oh please, it is not "nonstop." At worst it's every 15-30 seconds; I do take time to breathe. Out of my mouth.
Billy Mays wrote:and then I wrote a "text adventure" where the hero of the story
Bzzzt! Sorry, thanks for playing, and we have some nice parting gifts for you.
Listen, fella, any story I am in,
I am "the hero," at best the other guy is the protagonist.
Billy Mays wrote:breaks into your apartment and uses your only means of transportation to destroy your only means of communication....and after all of that...you said how very funny it all was, and how you enjoyed reading it.
Yeah, I know. I got that it was parody and I did think it was funny. The one you did about me stuffing things - or not stuffing, I forget - down my gullet seemed mean in comparison. And I don't know why I felt that way. Maybe it's just subjective. I feel that I should be able to express some sort of reason why that particular one bothered me.
Billy Mays wrote:Then I mention that you may have a penchant for butterball turkeys, and THIS is what bothers you? THIS is where I crossed the line?
Yeah, and I have no idea why. Although I do have a thanksgiving turkey story which I think is funny. (The story will be provided if someone requests it.)
Billy Mays wrote:I am totally confused by this...I think it is time for a new Poll.
You're not the only one confused. I don't know why it bothered me while all the other things I thought were hilarious.