He'll kick Slayer's ass too....

Not really...I hate facial hair. I detest shaving every day but I would detest havinf facial hair even more.

What can I say, I'm not too bright. My ego is such that I think I can rehabilitate the little bastard. I need to tell my ego to **** off.

Puzzy...

Come on, you're doing a great job. JBret was a model Chiefsplanet citizen until tonight.

I wouldn't dare take that bet. I've got babyface in my genes. My grandpa would probably look like slayer if he tried to grow a beard.

Better get an axe...

I think something happened that caused you to be fired. I don't know the details, but I'm certain it had everything to do with your social limitations. Holding down a college newspaper job for 2 semesters is proof of nothing. College is used to separate the wheat from the chaff all the time.

Careful with that axe eugene

Obscure Pink Floyd references are automatic rep...

Heh heh. Here's a little example for you, gochiefs. I have a weakness (many of them, actually). This one is my ego. Rausch is cracking on me for my ego problem. Except he knows it's not going to upset me. Why? Because I've accepted my weaknesses and embraced them. I have to either conquer them or work around 'em. It takes a while to reach this level of enlightenment. I didn't have a clue who I was at 23 and neither should you be expected to either.

Nope, I wasn't fired. I quit of my own accord after the semester was over.


I was even invited back several months later for a reunion party....

It's proof that I can interact with dozens of people on a daily basis....which is what RNR apparently thinks I'm incapable of.


:rolleyes:

I figured that'd work with me too, but I'm like the Chiefs: I have the ability to play down to my opponent...

Actually, I was going with the whole "I know you know I have a sense of humor and it's not personal" thing.

But if you want to go all crybaby-Oprah on us...

Why did you quit? You wanted to be a journalist, but you blew it. You quit. All your example proves is that you're the chaff. You got separated, whether it was by virtue of a firing or of your own volition.