Kicky, if you last until the April meet, we will all pluck you for free!
Yeah, baby! Pluck me all night long. Pluck me hard, pluck me fast...I want you to pluck me like an animal!
well, you asked for it...
Seriously, my big motivator is that if I can make it until May 27th (I leave for Italy that day), I will have an extra $800 in my pocket to spend on the trip. That's a real nice reward if I can do it.
Kicky, what did you stop smoking?
kickycan wrote:Seriously, my big motivator is that if I can make it until May 27th (I leave for Italy that day), I will have an extra $800 in my pocket to spend on the trip. That's a real nice reward if I can do it.
That's a lot of money you've been smoking away. Talk about burning money....
That will be a nice treat for you. Spend it on a hooker.
$50 a week could go toward some nice times in Italy. Yup. A few extra apperitivos for the Kickster and an occasional local lovely. <nods>
Good plan.
:-) and he can get his dad one hooker, too. i'm sure that would go over real well.
nice plan Kicky. I was an off and on smoker for 20 years, mostly on. I quit a couple times for over a year before I quit for good 15 years ago when I got pregnant. The hardest time for me was always week 3. I'd run into a bad spell of insomnia that lasted about a week. I heard at the time that it's common because the nicotine is finally uncoating all your nerve endings and you start bouncing off the walls. I don't know if it will happen to you but hold on if it does it will pass soon enough.
Good Luck!
I used to have dreams that I'd smoked the night before. I'd wake up totally pissed off at my self until I realized that it was just a dream. Sometimes the dream was so real that I had to ask friends if I'd smoked or not. I think it happened in that third week, but it also happened months and even years after I'd quit.
dagmaraka wrote:Kicky, if you last until the April meet, we will all pluck you for free!
Who exactly is we?
I can only assume that Dag is speaking in the royal we in this case.
<praying>
kickycan wrote:Yeah, baby! Pluck me all night long. Pluck me hard, pluck me fast...I want you to pluck me like an animal!
Ya can go pluck yourself mate!
Then there was the guy that worked for a poultry processor. He was a pheasant plucker by job title. Needless to say, . . .
Was he English? That would have made him a pukka plucker.
hey kick, gettin any more poon with this nosebleed scam?
No, he was from Arkansas.
Anyway, a lady called the plant and asked to speak to Joe - "You know, the pheasant plucker." The receptionist said, "Yeah, he sure is."
Arkansas? This is one HARD room to work......
farmerman wrote:hey kick, gettin any more poon with this nosebleed scam?
Naah, this one isn't reelin' em in at a very high rate, unfortunately. But you should see all the action I'm getting with the "Important hair questions" thread!
Turning the cigarette into a lollipop might work
He didn't give the money to me... and I know he doesn't have any other buddies, I think he is handing the money over to the guy who sells coffee and pastries out of a trailer on Fifth Ave.
That about as safe as giving it to me.
Joe (I invested it in these little scratch off tickets) Nation
