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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #33 on: January 30, 2011, 07:40:00 PM »
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.

Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…

Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?

I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.

IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…

Random thought for the dayÂ…

I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.

Another first todayÂ…

About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.

HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.

I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.

We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.

One more thoughtÂ…

I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress

She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
nice. i feel the same way. life is sooo much better without the dip schackles on...
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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #32 on: January 30, 2011, 07:33:00 PM »
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.

Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…

Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?

I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.

IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…

Random thought for the dayÂ…

I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.

Another first todayÂ…

About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.

HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.

I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.

We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.

One more thoughtÂ…

I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress

She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
Well done sir. I too have had the support of a beautiful woman who deserves more than what she has been given by me. What I like most about your post is the feeling of a new life, a new way of doing things. I have found that I have to find a new way to most things in my life - a new way do it without dip!

Congrats brother!
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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #31 on: January 30, 2011, 07:19:00 PM »
Quote from: Hootie
WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.

Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…

Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?

I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.

IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…

Random thought for the dayÂ…

I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.

Another first todayÂ…

About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.

HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.

I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.

We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.

One more thoughtÂ…

I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress

She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
Good shit on a Sunday night.

It's nice to live again huh?

Everything you do without a dip from here on out will be a first. Starting over can be rewarding.

Congratulations on the new Hootie.

There is a QSX Endurance Enthusiasts thread in Wildcard....find it, set a goal, then swing for the fences.

LOOT is sure you'll get lots of support.

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #30 on: January 30, 2011, 07:15:00 PM »
Quote from: Hootie
WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.

Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…

Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?

I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.

IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…

Random thought for the dayÂ…

I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.

Another first todayÂ…

About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.

HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.

I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.

We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.

One more thoughtÂ…

I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress

She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
They will never find our cat :o and no one had the nerve to ask :D

It will get better. Better than you can imagine.

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #29 on: January 30, 2011, 07:09:00 PM »
WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.

Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…

Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?

I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.

IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…

Random thought for the dayÂ…

I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.

Another first todayÂ…

About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.

HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.

I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.

We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.

One more thoughtÂ…

I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress

She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #28 on: January 30, 2011, 08:51:00 AM »
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I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.

There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.

Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better

For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:

index.php?showtopic=2349
Hootie,

You are beginning to rock me, in a good way.

I like your stuff.
SWJ is a master !! Some of the funniest shit I ever read. Helped me get through my early days. It is suggested reading for all newbs.

Great work so far. Keep fighting.

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #27 on: January 30, 2011, 08:36:00 AM »
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What's the advice about caffeine??  I increased my caffeine intake about 20X when I quit, and I think that's the only way I can function.
This was posted by Skoal Monster on Jan 20, 2011, 12:30 pm

The Caffeine / Nicotine Interaction

If you feel jittery, extra anxious or are having trouble sleeping after a few days, take a look at your caffeine consumption levels. As shown by the below study, nicotine doubles the rate at which the body depletes caffeine and some caffeine users may find that they cannot tolerate caffeine consumption at pre-quitting levels. If you are feeling extra anxious or jittery you may want to experiment with reducing the quantity or strength of caffeinated drinks or products. If you are not having these difficulties it probably is not important to alter anything now.

As previously discussed there is also a nicotine/alcohol interaction. Nicotine is an alkaloid and alcohol an acid generating event within the body. When chewers drink alcohol it causes them to lose nicotine at an accelerated pace thus resulting in heavier chewing while drinking. Although the situation is similar to caffeine there is one huge difference. Alcohol makes you lose nicotine, thus being responsible for making dippers chew more when drinking.

Nicotine on the other hand interferes with the body's ability to absorb and utilize caffeine, often resulting in a person using more caffeine in order to maintain their minimum needed level. When they quit chewing and continue to consume the exact same amount of caffeine they could find themselves actually overdosing on caffeine.

So look closely at caffeine if symptoms persist longer than a few days. You donÂ’t need to get rid of it all together but just keep it in doses that will not cause unwanted effects. Your general state will likely be calmer and youÂ’ll experience a feeling of overall well-being that you should be able to maintain for the rest of your life.

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The impact of caffeine use on tobacco cessation and withdrawal.
Addictive Behavior 1997 Jan-Feb;22(1): pages 55-68
Swanson JA, Lee JW, Hopp JW, Berk LS.

“Continuous caffeine consumption with chewing cessation has been associated with more than doubled caffeine plasma levels. Such concentrations may be sufficient to produce caffeine toxicity symptoms in chewing abstinence conditions. To test whether caffeine abstinence influences tobacco cessation, 162 caffeine-using nicotine users were enlisted from American Lung Association cessation programs. Volunteers were randomly assigned by clinic to caffeine-use and caffeine-abstinence conditions and measured for 3 weeks post-chewing cessation, at 6 months and one year. Results showed a significant linear increase in caffeine sputum levels across 3 weeks post cessation for those who quit chewing and continued using caffeine. Three weeks after cessation, concentrations reached 203% of baseline for the caffeine user.”

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #26 on: January 30, 2011, 02:24:00 AM »
What's the advice about caffeine?? I increased my caffeine intake about 20X when I quit, and I think that's the only way I can function.
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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #25 on: January 29, 2011, 10:44:00 PM »
A week is huge! Congrats!!!

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #24 on: January 29, 2011, 10:25:00 PM »
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I am still not sleeping well. Last night I went to bed at 12:30am and got up at 4:30am. I got some really good advice about exercise that I haven’t used. All I did was sit in this chair today and be a turd. I did however spend my time wisely while in the chair as far as being related to my quit. I also saw some excellent information regarding being careful of my caffeine intake. I say that as I have a half a glass of Pepsi Max by my side. I know…I’m a turd who wants to do his own thing. As my grandpa used to say…”Dress the boy up and send him to school and what does he do? Eat the teacher”…I am putting the Pepsi away now and getting some juice.

Tomorrow makes a week!
That is one hell of a good job. be proud of this week and never forget what is took to get through it.

I would wager you probably wouldn't want to do it again. Unless yous some sick sadistic SOB.

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #23 on: January 29, 2011, 10:06:00 PM »
I am still not sleeping well. Last night I went to bed at 12:30am and got up at 4:30am. I got some really good advice about exercise that I haven’t used. All I did was sit in this chair today and be a turd. I did however spend my time wisely while in the chair as far as being related to my quit. I also saw some excellent information regarding being careful of my caffeine intake. I say that as I have a half a glass of Pepsi Max by my side. I know…I’m a turd who wants to do his own thing. As my grandpa used to say…”Dress the boy up and send him to school and what does he do? Eat the teacher”…I am putting the Pepsi away now and getting some juice.

Tomorrow makes a week!

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #22 on: January 29, 2011, 12:36:00 PM »
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I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.

There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.

Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better

For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:

index.php?showtopic=2349
Hootie,

You are beginning to rock me, in a good way.

I like your stuff.
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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #21 on: January 29, 2011, 11:28:00 AM »
I like the "licking my wounds" part, like it is a one time event. I am licking my wounds everyday...........and proud that I have come this far. Not a chance in Hell that crap is going into my body.........today i can swear and tomorrow will be tomorrow........

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #20 on: January 28, 2011, 11:49:00 PM »
I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.

There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.

Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better

For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:

index.php?showtopic=2349

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Re: Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addict
« Reply #19 on: January 27, 2011, 08:57:00 AM »
Quote from: Hootie
Hey! I just got a little green box and received the handle of Trollop. I donÂ’t even know what that meansÂ…
Green box: 50 posts? just a guess

Trollop: A woman perceived as sexually disreputable or promiscuous 'boob'

Take it for what its worth.

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The problem is not the problem.  The problem is your attitude about the problem.  Do you understand?

Draw Fire

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