what always scares me about meeting OFC-er's is the dreaded, "r u the "statman"?"...say that in a certain tone i may say i'm ringer and bid you a good day! i know the day is coming when these incidents will occur
1) kats swarm the park and create a "furball" carpet for katjoe's entrance
2) i will be sprayed with "rose-colored kool aid" paint by BDD
3) ringer will have to pull his wife's hands from around my neck
4) a swarm of laser nation will be chasing wgman, where i will pick him up angelina jolie from wanted stlye and whisk him to freedom (i just compared myself to jolie in the wgman-statman meeting, i guess there is something to that?)
5) I'll wake up in a jar of Vlasic's, thus becoming pat of pickledad's lair
6) claiming to be ringer, uber will trick me into going to a tressel convention, only to find out it is a "we love Rich ro" nudist colony
this is what happens when your "addicted"