addictions...

[Frisbee]

no but it sounds like a fun idea for a party

[Rachel Peters]

Yeah. And then try to figure out if anyone on that show ever pees. I know I wouldn't be able to hold it for 24 hours.

[Frisbee]

that what happens during the commercial breaks

[Nabber]

Gimmie a X large chai tea
and two bismarks please
Also have a complusive hat buying problem 50 hats and gaining.

[Mrs. Wilson]

Shoes....
lots a shoes

and cigars...

[Rachel Peters]

D'ya snort the shoes?

[Doctor Eric]

coffee
alcohol
women
cigarrettes
women
hats
vintage pants in my size
women
great design
women
sushi
women
stories from homeless crackheads
women
video games
women
women
women
women
women

I need help

[Rachel Peters]

what kind of wagon?

I fell off the wagon yesterday. But I swear I didn't know what I was doing.

Did you know they put caffeine in Pepsi these days??

...ok, I knew.

I swear I'll pull myself back together.
But it was a Strawberry & Cream Pepsi. Who could resist the Siren call of a Strawberry & Cream Pepsi? I had never had one before.



PS: Eric, if you had links attached to your post, it'd look justlike spam. ...so... um... you like women?

[jayrodin]

I just had my first espresso. I think I might be picking up where you left off.

[Doctor Eric]

I was having a moment.

I think moments and episodes are addictions of mine as well.

[jester]

I'm so dizzy

I'm addicted to Oxygen.

I blame Brazil. It's in the air and I can't get away from it.

I've tried standing upside down with my head in a bucket of water, but the cold turkey was rapid and severe. I went blue in the face and the first three times I managed just over a minute each time before I had to give up.

On the fourth attempt the cold turkey caused involuntary spasms, but I fought them and then I fell unconscious after barely three minutes. I awoke to find my self lying in a pool of water next to an upturned bucket...

The trauma this caused has led me to resign myself to this terrible addiction which apparently I was born with.

[Butterfly Man]

Hey Buddy, have you got a ... ?

I got addicted to light …

I didn’t do much at first … it was just one line, “I don’t want to go to bed, it’s still light out.”

After a while, I needed more. I blame my parents; they gave me a night-light. Soon, I needed moonlight as well as sunlight, so I’d sneak out of bed to look through the skylight.

As a young man, I once tried infrared light but it almost blew out my pilot light, so I settled on black light. That was cool.

It didn’t last long, however, I was too light skinned and lighthearted.

Rapidly, I got heavy into neon light, electric light, natural light, and fluorescent light.

After that, it escalated to backlight, fog light, strobe light and searchlights.

When I wasn’t blinded by incandescent light, headlights, tail lights and turning lights, I'd do dome lights with reflected light or refracted light ... it didn't matter.

I did experiment with fiber optic light once but I had to quit because my mood lighting started to dim while traveling at the speed of light.

Just about the time when I started to consider light arms fire, my inner light told my guiding light to go down two blocks and make a left at the light.

There, during a light rain, I jumped on a light rail to catch up on some light reading.

I thought it might help shed some light on the subject.

A little light went off in my head. I needed to be in the floodlights, I craved stage lights and foot lights but most of the time, I needed the spotlight.

For years, I took charge of the light brigade and tripped the light fantastic. It was the highlight of my life.

I found hundreds of ways to make light of something.

As time passed, I felt the need to lighten my load. My starlight was fading quickly.

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice but there, in the dawn’s early light, I met the light of my life.

It had been light years since anything like this had happened to me.

I offered her a Miller-Lite and a Marlboro Light under the Northern Lights but she lightly refused.

She was too sensitive to light.

She preferred light reading and light rock. The Electric Light Orchestra & Gordon Lightfoot.

We decided to travel light. So we ate a light lunch and packed light to visit the City of Lights.

I was delighted she was enlightened.

Our marriage made me see the light.

Sixteen years later, I wish she'd lighten up.

[em]

strike a light sonny that was good!
x

[Peter Voice]

Light is to heavy, as levity is to gravity, and the dangers of gravity have been discussed here before at http://www.performers.net/forums/sho...light=Gravity.

Breaking the addiction to gravity can be heavy but enlightening.