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Soliloquy

Solilo... where's my truth?
Oh, I must of missed when you asked for it.

If if you had the chance to take a single event in your life (something you actually experienced, not some big historical thing that happened) that you could magically change the outcome of (not necessarily change what you did, -- but change how things ended up as a result of what happened), what event would you choose, and what would you change it to?
 
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Well, I'm positive this goes outside the confines of the rules, but Truth me.
 
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Truth!

Soliloquy...Have you ever blamed a fart on another person?
My personality is rather passive, so to directly blame a fart on another would immediately raise suspicion due to the way it goes against my general character. Rather, I prefer to let my anonymous farts be discussed at length by the others in the proximity, hoping that my exclusion from the conversation keeps others from thinking to place the blame on me.

It works about as often as it doesn't.
 

Cajungal

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Hmmmm... probably my 7-year-old cousin. I don't see him much, but the amount of stress I feel when I DO come into contact with him is way past the amount of stress my immediate family causes me.

His dad was a dickhole, and the kid inherited his constant anger and aggression. He causes his mother all kinds of grief and acts like a little thug. It's not just typical rowdy little boy behavior. I'm really scared he's going to get into a lot of trouble when he gets older, although I really really hope not. It just scares me because his mom has gone through enough shit already without having a delinquent for a son.

Second would be my little brother, who never does his goddamned dishes.
 
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Hmmmm... probably my 7-year-old cousin. I don't see him much, but the amount of stress I feel when I DO come into contact with him is way past the amount of stress my immediate family causes me.

His dad was a dickhole, and the kid inherited his constant anger and aggression. He causes his mother all kinds of grief and acts like a little thug. It's not just typical rowdy little boy behavior. I'm really scared he's going to get into a lot of trouble when he gets older, although I really really hope not. It just scares me because his mom has gone through enough shit already without having a delinquent for a son.

Second would be my little brother, who never does his goddamned dishes.
That kid sounds like my friend's son. He was always very violent and angry. It didn't help that at 6 he was like a 9 year old so it was hard to control him. It finally got so bad that he was ripping cabinet doors of the hinges and throwing chairs stuff like that. He hit his mom with something I cant remember what it was but she needed stitches. That finally got her to see that she was unable to manage it by herself and had to get psychological services involved. He's ok now not as violent but he still makes me very nervous.
 

Cajungal

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^Yep, same with my cousin. He's HUGE and very strong. Now that his dad doesn't live there, he's a little more manageable. I'm not a parent, so I don't really know... but I also feel that they're kind of adding fuel to the fire by returning his violent behavior by slapping or spanking him. It just seems to make him angrier and more willing to solve problems with force.
 
Solilo... where's my truth?
Oh, I must of missed when you asked for it.

If if you had the chance to take a single event in your life (something you actually experienced, not some big historical thing that happened) that you could magically change the outcome of (not necessarily change what you did, -- but change how things ended up as a result of what happened), what event would you choose, and what would you change it to?[/QUOTE]


I would go back to december and never find what I found in my ex's computer files =(

It still gets to me...
 
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I don't know. Im not a parent but I do know a little about child behavior. However, this kid is a complete mystery to me. And his parents did not spank or physically discipline at all. Jessie, his mom, is a complete wuss when it comes to her son. I assumed that was part of the problem but I just don't know. I had this kid in my preschool class and it was hell! He threw stuff at me, knocked my table across the room, It's hard to imagine a little kid doing that kind of thing but he wasn't really little. He was almost as tall as I am (Im short).

Man, this is all bringing up really bad memories haha. I miss teaching preschool everday but i do NOT miss that crap.
 
Espy, have you ever dropped a baby?

Cajungal I will take truth!

and also, Truth or Dare Cajungal! Truth or dare....
 

Cajungal

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Truth!

Ok, truth... if you could change a word's meaning to something you find more appropriate (for whatever reason), what would you change?
 
I would once and for all define lunch as the meal served at mid-day and supper and dinner both to mean the meal at the end of the day. I'm sick of this supper and dinner meaning any old meal at any time!

Now Cajungal, have you ever faked it?

 

Cajungal

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Charon, ToD! (Also, I'm uploading my video dare right now. I was a little tipsy when I made it, so..... enjoy.)
 

Cajungal

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Ok... hmmm..... talk about a moment that made you think about quitting being a police officer. Maybe not seriously, but a little doubt in your mind.

If that's not applicable, talk about your best moment. You can do both if you want to. :)
 
Hmmm, that's a tough one. Looking back now most of the insidious stuff doesn't really seem prankish anymore, just plain cruel and unlawful. So I'm going to have go with the prank I most remember. It was back in my university days, Bill Clinton was still a podunk governor, Bill Gates was only a millionaire and Michelle Pfeiffer ruled the movieplexes. The dormitory I was living in was uniquely segmented into groups of 4 double rooms to a bathroom, called octads for men and octettes for girls. Each floor had two sets of octads and octettes and they were combined into a pairing by the staircase they shared. This created a bond between the octad and octette, often as playful rivalry and often romantic in nature. It also created some heated rivalries between other floors and staircases. My octad was seem as sort of the alpha octad, in my opinion quite justly, but also because we were the octad that everyone had to walk by when going up the stairs to their rooms. This often lead to friction and tension, and a slow war of pranks with an octad from the other staircase.

Now this prank war was minor for the most part, garbage can of water leaned against the door, meant envelope of shaving cream under the door, leading to stealing of showerheads to bolting washroom doors shut and so force. Really minor pranks, one or two got out of line, but all in all decent juvenile fun.

Until the insult. One of them insulted a girl from the octette to our octad, Normally an insult resulted in an upgrade of pranking, but in this case, they said something over the line.

So on the morning when everyone's parents were invited to visit, meet with their children and learn more about the university as a whole, the octad of the person who insulted our girl; found that their octad had a fresh layer of sod covering their carpeted floors, a white picket fence surrounding the entire octad and a cow with a name tag reading "Marks Girlfriend" munching on a bale of hay.
 
Hrmm.... moments that make me feel like not being an officer...

I honestly can't say I've had that kind of self-doubt. Yeah, there are times when the job sucks, especially when you have to arrest someone who, if not for a moment of bad judgment are actually good people with clean records. But I look at it like this: I do this job to try to help people. Yeah, I love being nosy and busting idiots who deserve it, but I honestly like helping people. Think of it as extension of growing up as a Boy Scout. *chuckles* I try and moderate people's ideas of what an officer is: I get people all the time, even in handcuffs, saying "Man, I didn't know cops could be cool like that; they're always ---holes." That's what keeps me going.

But it's early years, yet. *grins*

My best moment? Either when I had to run into a burning retirement home because I was the first person there (saw it flaming up as I was driving home, so I was technically off-duty) or when I snagged an armed robber within minutes of him cutting a woman's purse from her arm (Although, to be fair, it was kind of a gimme: his getaway driver was clueless, and they got caught in Christmas traffic.)

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HCGLNS: That....... that is something resembling epic. I am in awe. And it served the cause of JUSTICE! *burning fist of JUSTICE held up*
 
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Hmmm, that's a tough one. Looking back now most of the insidious stuff doesn't really seem prankish anymore, just plain cruel and unlawful. So I'm going to have go with the prank I most remember. It was back in my university days, Bill Clinton was still a podunk governor, Bill Gates was only a millionaire and Michelle Pfeiffer ruled the movieplexes. The dormitory I was living in was uniquely segmented into groups of 4 double rooms to a bathroom, called octads for men and octettes for girls. Each floor had two sets of octads and octettes and they were combined into a pairing by the staircase they shared. This created a bond between the octad and octette, often as playful rivalry and often romantic in nature. It also created some heated rivalries between other floors and staircases. My octad was seem as sort of the alpha octad, in my opinion quite justly, but also because we were the octad that everyone had to walk by when going up the stairs to their rooms. This often lead to friction and tension, and a slow war of pranks with an octad from the other staircase.

Now this prank war was minor for the most part, garbage can of water leaned against the door, meant envelope of shaving cream under the door, leading to stealing of showerheads to bolting washroom doors shut and so force. Really minor pranks, one or two got out of line, but all in all decent juvenile fun.

Until the insult. One of them insulted a girl from the octette to our octad, Normally an insult resulted in an upgrade of pranking, but in this case, they said something over the line.

So on the morning when everyone's parents were invited to visit, meet with their children and learn more about the university as a whole, the octad of the person who insulted our girl; found that their octad had a fresh layer of sod covering their carpeted floors, a white picket fence surrounding the entire octad and a cow with a name tag reading "Marks Girlfriend" munching on a bale of hay.
Awesome! Sounds like something out of a movie.
 
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