Message For Everyone, That Ive Gotten Off To A Bad Start With

well thats a good start. I wish you the best of luck with the care of your snakes and breeding. And hope that you take this opportunity to prove everybody wrong, because nobody wants to see you fail.:gj:

Brandon,

I am -SO- proud of you. That takes a great deal of maturity to know, admit, and willingly point out that you're wrong and try to do something to fix it. I wish you all of the best in your endeavors. This community is here to help you in those goals. We're here to answer questions, to give you advice, and some times, even tap you on your nose and steer you back in the right direction. I've been bonked a couple times here. ^_^

Please never be afraid to ask questions. I can't even begin to express how important this is.

Again, I am very proud of you. I hope to see more awesome pictures of your kids soon. We're picture people. ^_^

Nicely done kid. :gj:

Our intrepid explorer finds himself once more mired in the muck of the dark and dreaded, Estrogen Swamp.

Yes, Estrogen Swamp, the killer of many a fine man. Hearty hale men, a man's man kind of men, brought low, backs bowed heads hung low, looks of simple incomprehension plain to see up their puzzled brows. Confused and befuddled into lives worse than death until death itself releases them from their enslavement.

And here, once again, our hero finds himself. No one knows how he gets into these predicaments we so often find him in the midst of. Some say peyote, some say it was a woman that only partly destroyed his mind, some say it was aliens.

Heh.

The truth is, no one knows. It just happens. More often than could be considered coincidental but never in front of anyone.

So there, and not for the first time, amuck in estrogen up to his knees, our hero struggles manfully to escape the mire. The skeletal remains of his predecessors do not speak well of his chances.

Boot lost to the sucking goo long ago he strides forward one slow agonizing step at a time, using his hand to pull his feet out of puddled feminine wile and guile, mixed with a bit of overwhelming pride coated with feelings of inadequacy, he struggles to escape.

Looking back there are no tracks, the ooze fills them in almost as soon as he has made them. Looking forward, there is no end in sight.

Will this be the end of our hero?

Will there be further adventures?

Not if you drown him.

Much like a boy who has made a mistake and tried to make it right but is subsequently deluged by good will and wishes and attaboys, our hero could be smothered by the amount of estrogen in this thread.

Hopefully this boy can get a breath and a chance to prove himself not a doofuss.

Hopefully our hero will not succomb to weariness and will find his way out of Estrogen Swamp. He's done it before but it was a horrible journey that practically killed him more than once and did kill his favorite horse.

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Originally Posted by wilomn

Our intrepid explorer finds himself once more mired in the muck of the dark and dreaded, Estrogen Swamp.

Yes, Estrogen Swamp, the killer of many a fine man. Hearty hale men, a man's man kind of men, brought low, backs bowed heads hung low, looks of simple incomprehension plain to see up their puzzled brows. Confused and befuddled into lives worse than death until death itself releases them from their enslavement.

And here, once again, our hero finds himself. No one knows how he gets into these predicaments we so often find him in the midst of. Some say peyote, some say it was a woman that only partly destroyed his mind, some say it was aliens.

Heh.

The truth is, no one knows. It just happens. More often than could be considered coincidental but never in front of anyone.

So there, and not for the first time, amuck in estrogen up to his knees, our hero struggles manfully to escape the mire. The skeletal remains of his predecessors do not speak well of his chances.

Boot lost to the sucking goo long ago he strides forward one slow agonizing step at a time, using his hand to pull his feet out of puddled feminine wile and guile, mixed with a bit of overwhelming pride coated with feelings of inadequacy, he struggles to escape.

Looking back there are no tracks, the ooze fills them in almost as soon as he has made them. Looking forward, there is no end in sight.

Will this be the end of our hero?

Will there be further adventures?

Not if you drown him.

Much like a boy who has made a mistake and tried to make it right but is subsequently deluged by good will and wishes and attaboys, our hero could be smothered by the amount of estrogen in this thread.

Hopefully this boy can get a breath and a chance to prove himself not a doofuss.

Hopefully our hero will not succomb to weariness and will find his way out of Estrogen Swamp. He's done it before but it was a horrible journey that practically killed him more than once and did kill his favorite horse.

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Wow.. are you a writer? I wish I had your talent for words!

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Originally Posted by wilomn

Our intrepid explorer finds himself once more mired in the muck of the dark and dreaded, Estrogen Swamp.

Yes, Estrogen Swamp, the killer of many a fine man. Hearty hale men, a man's man kind of men, brought low, backs bowed heads hung low, looks of simple incomprehension plain to see up their puzzled brows. Confused and befuddled into lives worse than death until death itself releases them from their enslavement.

And here, once again, our hero finds himself. No one knows how he gets into these predicaments we so often find him in the midst of. Some say peyote, some say it was a woman that only partly destroyed his mind, some say it was aliens.

Heh.

The truth is, no one knows. It just happens. More often than could be considered coincidental but never in front of anyone.

So there, and not for the first time, amuck in estrogen up to his knees, our hero struggles manfully to escape the mire. The skeletal remains of his predecessors do not speak well of his chances.

Boot lost to the sucking goo long ago he strides forward one slow agonizing step at a time, using his hand to pull his feet out of puddled feminine wile and guile, mixed with a bit of overwhelming pride coated with feelings of inadequacy, he struggles to escape.

Looking back there are no tracks, the ooze fills them in almost as soon as he has made them. Looking forward, there is no end in sight.

Will this be the end of our hero?

Will there be further adventures?

Not if you drown him.

Much like a boy who has made a mistake and tried to make it right but is subsequently deluged by good will and wishes and attaboys, our hero could be smothered by the amount of estrogen in this thread.

Hopefully this boy can get a breath and a chance to prove himself not a doofuss.

Hopefully our hero will not succomb to weariness and will find his way out of Estrogen Swamp. He's done it before but it was a horrible journey that practically killed him more than once and did kill his favorite horse.

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LOL

"Boot lost to the sucking goo long ago"
LOLOL

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Our intrepid explorer finds himself once more mired in the muck of the dark and dreaded, Estrogen Swamp.

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:rofl::rofl: Yep, women are ever ready to forgive and help. It's our nature:gj:

BTW: Welcome son, you aren't the first to make a mistake and you won't be the last.

Get Kevin McCurley's book, The Complete Ball Python. It might help correct some of the incorrect knowledge you've received. It is well worth the price if you are really passionate about this hobby. And hang around here. You will learn tons.

10/12 3:00 p.m.

Im so pleased by the welcomness of this communtiy and how this entire thread has nothing but nice comment and forgivingness. Im posting this to show my apprieciation to you all, and it would be very hard for me to thank you all individually, so heres my response to everyone who replied and everyone who will...

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Originally Posted by wilomn

Our intrepid explorer finds himself once more mired in the muck of the dark and dreaded, Estrogen Swamp.

Yes, Estrogen Swamp, the killer of many a fine man. Hearty hale men, a man's man kind of men, brought low, backs bowed heads hung low, looks of simple incomprehension plain to see up their puzzled brows. Confused and befuddled into lives worse than death until death itself releases them from their enslavement.

And here, once again, our hero finds himself. No one knows how he gets into these predicaments we so often find him in the midst of. Some say peyote, some say it was a woman that only partly destroyed his mind, some say it was aliens.

Heh.

The truth is, no one knows. It just happens. More often than could be considered coincidental but never in front of anyone.

So there, and not for the first time, amuck in estrogen up to his knees, our hero struggles manfully to escape the mire. The skeletal remains of his predecessors do not speak well of his chances.

Boot lost to the sucking goo long ago he strides forward one slow agonizing step at a time, using his hand to pull his feet out of puddled feminine wile and guile, mixed with a bit of overwhelming pride coated with feelings of inadequacy, he struggles to escape.

Looking back there are no tracks, the ooze fills them in almost as soon as he has made them. Looking forward, there is no end in sight.

Will this be the end of our hero?

Will there be further adventures?

Not if you drown him.

Much like a boy who has made a mistake and tried to make it right but is subsequently deluged by good will and wishes and attaboys, our hero could be smothered by the amount of estrogen in this thread.

Hopefully this boy can get a breath and a chance to prove himself not a doofuss.

Hopefully our hero will not succomb to weariness and will find his way out of Estrogen Swamp. He's done it before but it was a horrible journey that practically killed him more than once and did kill his favorite horse.

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wow.. That was... Beautiful :) And it makes a lot of sense:gj: