Not really. But the point is... the other night I discovered an unsecure wireless network connection in my apt. building!

WOOHOO! free high speed internet!

Feel free to share your stories of leeching bandwidth...... or tasting your own feces.... it's all good.

this thread sure was a dissapointment

We were able to make our dog, CJ (RIP), stop eating his feces as a puppy by sprinking paprika on it.

When I first got my wireless router, I was concerned that random people might camp outside my house and leech our DSL bandwidth, but then I realized I live in Ohio.

You know you can password protect your connection, right?

I secured mine up the day I got it.
I'd love to share with someone, to defray costs, but then I'd have to become friends with one of my neighbors.

The cool thing is, that you can now share files without getting caught. They will, bahahahahaha.

i can't believe that I actually read this thread. Even more shocking is the fact that I went from lurking to posting about it...

All it takes is one thread about accidentally eating poo.

I would have posted some sort of high speed internet story, but where I live, that's not even an option right now.

My crazy auntie says that just makes it taste more exotically ethnic.

I for one, am shocked

Yeah, but ole CJ didn't go for fancy spices and such.

this works great in the collegiate setting (of which i am no longer a member) due to the sardine box sized apartments available off campus.

you may not have eaten poop, but this guy got handed some. thanks, craigslist

http://newyork.craigslist.org/about/bes ... 05427.html

About eighteen months ago, I decided to do my wife a favor, and bathe our (then) two-year old. Being a toddler, she likes a LOT of toys in the bathtub, along with a metric TON of bubble bath. So many toys and bubbles, in fact, that it's hard to tell that there is actually a CHILD in the tub.

Being a helpful child, she likes to hand you things. Also, being a female child, she keeps up a steady patter of stream-of-consciousness natter in the background as she does so. Like most parents, I tuned it out and occasionally interjected a mutter of my own. Until...

"Here, Dahdee. This is for you." And she hands me a SLIMY, STICKY, STINKY BROWN TURD.

I hollered.
I gagged.
I promptly threw up un the bathtub.

Which upset my daughter, and pronpted HER to throw up in the bathtub. Leaving my daughter in a tub full of bubbles, toys, turds and puke.

My wife went NUCLEAR. Snatched our daughter out of the tub, ran her into the OTHER bathtroom, and re-bathed her.

Leaving me to deal with scrubbing out the tub and washing shit and puke off of each of the zillion bathtub toys. Gah.

Fat Boy #1: Are you gonna eat your soybean pudding?!

Cartman: TAKE IT! I CAN'T EAT THIS CRAP!

Fat Girl #2: Me neither! I have to have sugar, or I'm gonna die!

Cartman: Yeah well, when I was in prison, we used to sneak stuff in by hiding it up our ass!

Fat Boy #1: I've got some fudge hidden up my ass! Y'want some?!

Cartman: P'hsst, yeah! I'm not fallin' for that one again!

man, i would've paid good money to see that.

oh, and one of our friends hooked my house up with free cable and internet. *sshhhhhh*

He's probably really just paying for it because he's so desperate to have friends

Or, better still (for dramatic purposes), is gay and wants to turn Shiv around....

wrong on both counts. he worked for RCN cable...plus he recently moved to oakland with his girl.

i SO want free cable and internet.

This is a classic case of boy cries wolf. Some day you will have an interesting story to tell about eating poo and no one will look at the thread because they will think it's about dsl or something.

That was funny when the estimable Dr. John Knoxville dined at a Korean restaurant, and in so doing accompanied himself with a sample of canine feces, and placed said material in his bowl of soup. He then complained to the staff, asked the soup (with feces) sent back to the kitchen, and instructed for his meal to be comped. He ended up ejected from the establishment.

Koreans and their temper. To think we fought a war for that.

At least the Vietnamese who do my mother's and sister-in-law's nails are pleasant enough. I can see dying in the swamps for them.

But, the people of ancient Chosen. Damn. Why?