Do you like to ramble?

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Cuz I do. A lot. And I'm hoping I'm not the only one, cuz I do it all the time. Seriously; you could ask my friends, you could ask my contacts; that, and I ramble about stuff that often makes no sense. It's like, "So where did you come up with this?" My one friend asks me that nearly every time I see her. Sometimes me and my other friend think of bizarre stories just to confuse other people. It's weird, though, cuz she does crazy stuff with me, yet calls ME the embarrassing one! I mean, sure, me and some of my other friends made a scene in Wal-Mart once, but it's not like she was seen by someone she knew! Although everywhere we go she says she recognizes someone. Seriously, does she know the whole world or something? But yeah. So I thought it was really funny, and she was hiding her face. Meh. That's no fun. And yet, she does all sorts of stuff to embarrass ME and calls ME the embarrassing one! It's sort of weird. But oh well.

So how about you guys?
@James - Not mean, no. ^_^ I ramble all the time and I'm glad to admit it, in my mind usually, out loud sometimes, and on the internet occasionally. Yeah, you do space a lot. X3
 
Yes, you do.

xD

Sorry, that was mean. I don't quite go on unless it's something i'm opinionated on or know about.
I tend to space allot in my answers & questions (if you hadn't noticed)
 
Oh yes. In fact, I think it was my mother who pointed out how I like to ramble on and on about this and that. Of course, that were back when I were knee-high to a grasshopper. We were living in Bishopton at the time, and I remember how the summers seemed to last forever. I had a good friend called John and we used to play in the woods surrounding the village. That was when you could play outside and not be in any fear of coming to harm from strangers. The only people we had to fear was ourselves. I remember this one time when John and I had rigged up a death-slide from one of the cliffs up at the glen; it was quite a sight! Damn thing musta been about three hundred feet long, on a thirty degree vertical slope. We were usin' an old spade handle to hang on to and a'course, not one of us had thought about how we was gonna stop. John went down first, and smacked into the tree at the bottom. I was next, and the rope twisted and I found myself going backwards. I hit that tree plumb hard enough to knock myself out. Musta been out for near fifteen minutes, and boy did I see some stars. Of course, I never went to the hospital. In those days you could chop your arm off and you would just sit there and say, it ain't nothin' but a scrap. Kids nowadays, they go runnnin' to the doctor for every little thing. I got a hangnail, I got a headache, I got HIV, any such nonsense. But the doctors themselves are nothin' but kidz these days- I went to get my Asthma medication and I swear the guy couldn't have been more than twelve. I asked him, how old are you, and he said he was twenty-five. I'm twenty-five, he said. Twenty-five and yer a doctor, I said, that's some going. When I was twenty-five I was just beginning to make my way in the world, which was of course a much better world than the one we all live in just now; lush and green with beatiful buxom wenches leaning on every lamp-post. Speaking of lamp-posts, I complained about the lamp-post on the corner of my street ten minutes ago and the council still haven't sent nobody around to fix it. I pay my taxes like everybody else so I don't know . . .
 
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