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Post by TrueCrimeBuff on Oct 30, 2023 19:10:57 GMT
pathfinder , I was just saying, just because you're over fifty there's no need to let yourself go
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Post by kuatorises on Oct 31, 2023 12:45:40 GMT
Maaaan, sometimes people are too rough on celebs - everyone ages - but that's someone who stopped trying. I am willing to bet there's some depression or some other issue going on. Wearing gloves? Weirdo behavior. And hearing Danny Elfman has been accused of sexual abuse, I am wondering if her hermit status wasn't entirely her choice? My thoughts about Elfman as well. Seems like a sex pest. Absolutely. I can't lie, I only heard he was accused just the other day. But after hearing that and seeing her after she disappeared for 20 years, I've got a bad feeling about this... |
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Post by kuatorises on Oct 31, 2023 13:28:12 GMT
Maaaan, sometimes people are too rough on celebs - everyone ages - but that's someone who stopped trying. I am willing to bet there's some depression or some other issue going on. Wearing gloves? Weirdo behavior. And hearing Danny Elfman has been accused of sexual abuse, I am wondering if her hermit status wasn't entirely her choice? You know? Someone had posted that she'd been in a bad car accident so I thought maybe that - and possibly associated chronic pain - might be precipitating factors for such a change, but I finally just Googled and it said the accident was 2003 yet she still looked fairly like her old self in 2009, so I give. You guys citing potential creepiness on the part of Elfman might be onto something. Her last movie was in 2001. She married him in 2003. Something is going on. |
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Post by OfUnknownOrigins on Oct 31, 2023 14:07:28 GMT
You know? Someone had posted that she'd been in a bad car accident so I thought maybe that - and possibly associated chronic pain - might be precipitating factors for such a change, but I finally just Googled and it said the accident was 2003 yet she still looked fairly like her old self in 2009, so I give. You guys citing potential creepiness on the part of Elfman might be onto something. Her last movie was in 2001. She married him in 2003. Something is going on. I’m sure we’ll hear the full story soon enough. |
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Post by kuatorises on Oct 31, 2023 14:08:51 GMT
Her last movie was in 2001. She married him in 2003. Something is going on. I’m sure we’ll hear the full story soon enough. Yeah, something's gonna pop. |
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Post by jeffersoncody on Oct 31, 2023 15:55:37 GMT
![[hairraise]](http://storage.proboards.com/6870873/images/BNwjBofuU0mbfrsNOxJb.gif) You weren't potty trained at the age of 4 Monkeys? How would I know? Don't try and convince me that you were toilet-perfect at 4 years old. But I did shit myself in the back seat of my mother's ancient Morris Minor after I ate too many sweets and chocolates at a birthday party when I was about six years-old. Fuck me, it was like something out of a Stephen King novel. The liquid poo came out like a river, soaking right through my clothes and soon I was slip sliding around on the plastic back seat in my own shit. My 4-year-old brother was riding shotgun that evening so he just covered his nose and sat in the front seat laughing. My mother, meanwhile was going "ugh ugh, oh my God, oh my God, the smell, I'm about to be sick" and put her foot flat on the accelerator as she tried to race home. When we arrived back my dad had just returned from cricket practise - his cheeks a cheery cherry red from the many beers he'd had in the bar after nets, and was happily watering the garden. To his credit, he handled the shock well and he took charge immediately, grabbing a second hose and giving it to my mother. He hosed out the back seat of the car, laughing away and covering his nose. Then I was stripped and sprayed with the garden hose. I think my father put the clothes I had been wearing in a drum and burnt them at the bottom of the garden. My folks were pretty cool about it and thought, in hindsight, it was fucking hilarious, but I was the butt of many of their jokes for weeks to come. My brother, who also has the memory of an elephant, still teases me about it to this day. What can you do, shit happens? But that was a bizarre, surreal and horribly smelly experience, which remains vivid in my memory to this day. Thank God, it's the only time in my I have ever shat myself - having learned my lesson early in life, I never overdo the sweets and chocolates and I stay from rich or spicy foods. |
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Post by Flying Monkeys on Oct 31, 2023 16:12:35 GMT
How would I know? Don't try and convince me that you were toilet-perfect at 4 years old. But I did shit myself in the back seat of my mother's ancient Morris Minor after I ate too many sweets and chocolates at a birthday party when I was about six years-old. Fuck me, it was like something out of a Stephen King novel. The liquid poo came out like a river, soaking right through my clothes and soon I was slip sliding around on the plastic back seat in my own shit. My 4-year-old brother was riding shotgun that evening so he just covered his nose and sat in the front seat laughing. My mother, meanwhile was going "ugh ugh, oh my God, oh my God, the smell, I'm about to be sick" and put her foot flat on the accelerator as she tried to race home. When we arrived back my dad had just returned from cricket practise - his cheeks a cheery cherry red from the many beers he'd had in the bar after nets, and was happily watering the garden. To his credit, he handled the shock well and he took charge immediately, grabbing a second hose and giving it to my mother. He hosed out the back seat of the car, laughing away and covering his nose. Then I was stripped and sprayed with the garden hose. I think my father put the clothes I had been wearing in a drum and burnt them at the bottom of the garden. My folks were pretty cool about it and thought, in hindsight, it was fucking hilarious, but I was the butt of many of their jokes for weeks to come. My brother, who also has the memory of an elephant, still teases me about it to this day. What can you do, shit happens? But that was a bizarre, surreal and horribly smelly experience, which remains vivid in my memory to this day. Thank God, it's the only time in my I have ever shat myself - having learned my lesson early in life, I never overdo the sweets and chocolates and I stay from rich or spicy foods. That's disgusting! And hilarious! And disgusting! But mostly hilarious! |
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Post by jeffersoncody on Oct 31, 2023 16:22:20 GMT
LOL. I was Monkeys. But I did shit myself in the back seat of my mother's ancient Morris Minor after I ate too many sweets and chocolates at a birthday party when I was about six years-old. Fuck me, it was like something out of a Stephen King novel. The liquid poo came out like a river, soaking right through my clothes and soon I was slip sliding around on the plastic back seat in my own shit. My 4-year-old brother was riding shotgun that evening so he just covered his nose and sat in the front seat laughing. My mother, meanwhile was going "ugh ugh, oh my God, oh my God, the smell, I'm about to be sick" and put her foot flat on the accelerator as she tried to race home. When we arrived back my dad had just returned from cricket practise - his cheeks a cheery cherry red from the many beers he'd had in the bar after nets, and was happily watering the garden. To his credit, he handled the shock well and he took charge immediately, grabbing a second hose and giving it to my mother. He hosed out the back seat of the car, laughing away and covering his nose. Then I was stripped and sprayed with the garden hose. I think my father put the clothes I had been wearing in a drum and burnt them at the bottom of the garden. My folks were pretty cool about it and thought, in hindsight, it was fucking hilarious, but I was the butt of many of their jokes for weeks to come. My brother, who also has the memory of an elephant, still teases me about it to this day. What can you do, shit happens? But that was a bizarre, surreal and horribly smelly experience, which remains vivid in my memory to this day. Thank God, it's the only time in my I have ever shat myself - having learned my lesson early in life, I never overdo the sweets and chocolates and I stay from rich or spicy foods. That's disgusting! And hilarious! And disgusting! But mostly hilarious! LOL. It's definitely oversharing, but I didn't want you to think I was judging you for not being "potty trained" at 4 Monkeys. |
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Post by america on Nov 1, 2023 8:11:18 GMT
How would I know? Don't try and convince me that you were toilet-perfect at 4 years old. But I did shit myself in the back seat of my mother's ancient Morris Minor after I ate too many sweets and chocolates at a birthday party when I was about six years-old. Fuck me, it was like something out of a Stephen King novel. The liquid poo came out like a river, soaking right through my clothes and soon I was slip sliding around on the plastic back seat in my own shit. My 4-year-old brother was riding shotgun that evening so he just covered his nose and sat in the front seat laughing. My mother, meanwhile was going "ugh ugh, oh my God, oh my God, the smell, I'm about to be sick" and put her foot flat on the accelerator as she tried to race home. When we arrived back my dad had just returned from cricket practise - his cheeks a cheery cherry red from the many beers he'd had in the bar after nets, and was happily watering the garden. To his credit, he handled the shock well and he took charge immediately, grabbing a second hose and giving it to my mother. He hosed out the back seat of the car, laughing away and covering his nose. Then I was stripped and sprayed with the garden hose. I think my father put the clothes I had been wearing in a drum and burnt them at the bottom of the garden. My folks were pretty cool about it and thought, in hindsight, it was fucking hilarious, but I was the butt of many of their jokes for weeks to come. My brother, who also has the memory of an elephant, still teases me about it to this day. What can you do, shit happens? But that was a bizarre, surreal and horribly smelly experience, which remains vivid in my memory to this day. Thank God, it's the only time in my I have ever shat myself - having learned my lesson early in life, I never overdo the sweets and chocolates and I stay from rich or spicy foods. ^^^^^^Chilla Chilla Thread Killa, I christen thee. 😘 |
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Post by yggdrasil on Nov 1, 2023 10:07:13 GMT
25 pages of people obsessing on what an aging woman looks like.
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