yeah this topic is getting weird. All of us talking about body parts

its not just any body part though, because talking about hands isn't that weird :P

hhhmmmm...for some reason it is trying to filter it again....nothing posted is bad....nothing in the url....im lost.

The problem must be "boobs". That's the only thing that could be being filtered.

okay I can post again - time to check on you all for the BF game - I heard you killed Artimes off, good for you. hmm you sure have been busy

mwahaha! i am on the slow computers (end of the network) so i can wait for it to load fully then press stop :D...guess it must be boobs that it is trying to block...meh...ah well...

That stinks, out computers only block.. sites that are helpfull.

Getting kicked in the balls does hurt...

Wait... what?

Apocrypha wrote: Getting kicked in the balls does hurt...

That was rather random, wasn't it?


My school filters sites only when people get caught on them.

And I got caught here twice with different teachers, but I know how to delete my history and clear the cookies unlike everyone else in that school. <_<

ur school IT guys must suck. we cant do it on ours. only staff can.

well, I thought Apo was a girl..

Until a few months ago, Apo was a 10 year old girl.

I have fond memories of my harassment of him for that...

Wait so now he is a ___ year old male...

I've got a new one.

Back in seventh grade...

It was the annual Quebec trip. None of my close friends were in my grade, and the one that was, wasn't coming. In short, I got stuck with girls who like to squeal and hug people. (I hate being touched!)

Anyway, Our hotel room was at the end of the hall, on the other side attached to ours wer the female chaperones. (Teachers, in this case.) At 11:45 pm, they still hadn't gone to sleep, the lights were on, and the tv was blaring. They couldn't find anything else to watch. (Me: If there's nothing on, GO TO SLEEP! We have to wake up at 5:45 you idiots!)

One of the girls decided to put it on a commercial channel while they looked for the tv guide. (One of the others had thrown it across the room earlier.) Guess what? It was porn. As soon as the commercails ended, the first images on the screen were of two women screwing each other.

Being as immature as they were, they dropped the remote and started rolling around with their eyes covered, screaming.

After about a minute and a half, I realized that they weren't going to do anything about it, so I got up and turnd it off.

The next day, the teachers asked me why the hell we were making so much noise.

Wow. My school all got food poisoning on the gr. 5 Ottawa trip and all the guys barfed in the greyhound bus toilet... One guy barfed on his seat partner...I think the school sued the restaurant cuz the next year we got a brand new computer lab for no reason at all...

But there was no porn on the hotel T.V. *thank god*

Wow. That sounds pretty bad.

A girl in my musical theatre class got food poinsoning on her birthday two years in a row.

Both times on her birthday. The first time was blowfish, the second time (I believe)was pork.

Another story from Quebec!

Every night, the teachers would "inspect" our rooms to make sure we hasn't completely destroyed them. This happened on the first night, the same night as the porno incident.

One of my roommates, C, decided to call everyone on the trip that she knew, including her ex-(But still friend.)-boyfriend. When she dialed, one of our teachers picked up! She thought she had dialed the teacher's room so she hung up.

The evening after, when we were returning to the hotel, the teachers gave us a lecture on making prank calls. One of them said "I was inspecting a room last night, and someone dialed and hung up! (Me: Oh, that's such a crime...) the hotel has records of which room calls which! When we find out who it was, they will be punished!"

C ended up having to explain it all to them.

Friday my friend Nicole plugged her laptop in during English. But the cord wastwisted together and too short to reach her current seat. So I got up and went to do it for her. In order to do that I had to unplug the charger, but I was away from it and didn't feel like getting up. (I know, I know...) So I pulled the charger out and it nailed me on the lip, cracking my lip open! I didn't even realize it was bleeding until someone pointed it out to me. I said, "Really?" And felt my lip, studied my finger. Yup, it was bleeding. I shruged it off and finished the cord. I gave the charger end back to Nicole and touched my lip again to see if it was bleeding. Just a little. The English teacher still sent me to the nurse's for it. <_<

And only minutes before she pointed out to everyone that I had a poem published and let everyone see the book. THAT was the worst part of it all.

And when the teacher told me to leave for the nurse's I said, "C'mon, Mrs. Landry, it's only a lip bleed." I had pulled a scab off after, too. Nasty scab. All the boys told me to so I'm like, whatever. Nicole was all grossed out. <_<

That sounds bad. And you're not supposed to pull scabs off, they come back worse.