I love Marc Flemming!

Flamers' Ward Forum

no reason, really ... I just felt so .... lonely.

Look who is spamming his own board. It's not just spam, it's like... inaporopriate spam. (i.e. a love fest in the flamers ward)... haha way to show 'em who's boss, boss!

Marc is getting a little too full of himself, isn't he? Oh well, he deserves it!!!!


We do love ya, Marc!!!!!!

Love Marc? Hell, how could I not.

Our story was a truly unique one.

When Marc and I moved to New York we had a great apartment that was dirt cheap. And we found out why it was so cheap (it was torn down).

Our friend Amy said there was a great apartment in her building. Dirt Cheap. But it's a hotel for women. OK! We made one adjustment.

Now these other ladies knew us as Buffy and Hildegarde. But they also know us as Marc and Chris, Buffy and Hildy's brothers. I was crazy about the blonde chick. This experience was going to make a great book for Marc. It was all perfectly normal.

"I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me alone
I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time"

-HECK!

That's such a beautiful story, Heck! You are Marc are great.

Bosom Buddies, fo life

-HECK!

Well, I met Marc, years ago. We were traveling across the country, by wagon. Me and my family, that is. We came upon a town called "Walnut Grove" and stayed for a season, or two. Marc and his family were kind enough to help me build a house, and give me a job doing construction work. Now, back that, it was out of the ordinary to see a woman hauling wood, and building things. But, I proved to 'em all that I could. Marc supported me, all the way.

At night, we would all sit around a huge fire and just talk for hours, while drinking 13 beers, each. After that, it got a little on the fuzzy side. But, the guys loved that I could out drink most of 'em.

I'm glad I could be there for you people... I do these things only because my heart tells me it is right ... I bleed kindness from my very soul until it ... bleeds .. to death... ? wait...

Any other stories people wish to share about the first time I was able to bless their existence on some adventure in a far away land... where no man or woman has ventured (or drank a frosty cold one) before... ?

When I first met Marc, I was tending my bar The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. He and his little friends Harry and Hermione would come in all the time. He used to be a great tipper, although he was always trying to get some fire whiskey. He would always offer to carry supplies into the bar for me. He was such a nice boy.

I first met Marc at a Slipknot concert. He was in the moshpit pushing the 14 and 15 year old kids around, stealing their bottles of water and dousing them with it. He wanted to make sure he got his hands on any picks, guitar strings, drum sticks or other items the band may cut loose so he could add them to his shrine. I saw Marc and I knew he was the one. So I lowered my shoulder and plowed my way to him, and asked him to "put me up" (so I could crowd surf). He did so, and a few moments later once I'd been tossed into a random opening I saw Marc flopping around as well. Later, I was super dehydrated so I went to get some water, and while I was in line I could feel someone's eyes on me, so I glanced around looking for Marc, knowing he was lurking around a corner, waiting for my water. As soon as I got my water I knew he was behind me so I immediately spun around and sprayed some completely random person i nthe face. Marc was about 5 feet away, and thought I had gotten into the water-spraying spirit and immediately threw his hands up in the air screaming "Wooo hooo yeeeeahhh!!!". I didn't have the heart to tell him I was trying to get him. Well Marc, now you know the truth.

There was this one time.... at band camp. You see, my friends and I were on stage, playing a concert, and it was my turn to solo. I stepped up with my flute and had just started this beautiful piece. All of a sudden, up in the crowd, we all heard this horrible sound. It was like a goose being choked or something. Looking up, I could see Marc, in these tight shorts, that were way too small for his body. He was TRYING, ever so sweetly, to play the trumpet, and making his way to the stage. Once he got there, he winked at me, blew me a kiss, and professed his undying love for me. I started to cry... WHY was this guy doing this to me? Looking around, in a panic, I tried to see any way that I could escape the insanity of the moment. But, all of a sudden I noticed everyone clapping, and so I gave in. I gave Marc the flute, right there and then... taught him how to blow a little wind!

I remember when I first met Marc. It was on the school bus on the day I turned sixteen. My family had completely forgotten my birthday! How lame is that? So farmer Marc comes up to me later at the dance, and after he humiliates me on the dance floor, he followed me to the auto classroom where we talked, and I found out that Marc was actually pretty cool. So cool in fact that I lent him my panties so he would win a bet. Still, I can't believe I lent my underwear to a geek.

Me and Marc served in the Air National Guard together, because we didn't want to go to Vietnam. Bush Senior wrote a letter and made it all cool.


It was kind of weird, because it was 1989, and there wasn't really much of anything going on in Vietnam. So go figure.

Anyhow, we would drink beer, party with hookers, shoot some speed and fly the hell outta those f-14 tomcats. Or they might have been c-17 transport planes. I don't remember. But we flew the hell out of them.

Sean Kelly was in maintenance. We would make fun of him as he adjusted our wing adapters for din h5 applications. An awful bitter sulking man, he never did forgive us for poking fun at him. He sure did enjoy the male prostitutes though.

We hired them for a gag, to freak him out, but Sean didn't know they were a joke and....well, that's another story.


Back to Marc and me. Though it wasn't wartime, we used our 30mm GAU-8/A Avenger Gatling gun a lot. We also dropped a lot of bombs. It was good times. Good times indeed.

Kris and I had rented a basement apartment in Milwauki. we worked at Shotz brewery as bottlecappers. Marc and Sean were delivery drivers, and they lived upstairs in our apartments. Marc and Sean would show up all the time unannouced and all they would say was "hello". They had a strange taste for Bosco or weenies. They were very odd.

Oh, those were the good old days, Shirley!

I KNEW IT! I just knew it. I was there... at the school, and I snuck into the boys room and witnessed Marc displaying the panties. I just knew that they were yours.

Well lets see...

I met Marc about 47 seconds ago. I was wandering around lost and a voice called to me, it said, "I Love Marc Flemming Thread! Go There! Post and you shall recieve." The voice led me here. Good times...good times.

I remember Marc from an Emergency 911 call. Poor fella.

I was working the ER, and we get a call into us from an incoming ambulance. Seems that the patient was at a rented beach house, with a bunch of friends, and decided to watch a porn flick. So, he puts it on, climbs in bed, and is going to use this tube of gel to make his hand work his manhood. Guess that he didn't look at what he was grabbing, because it was a tube of SUPER GLUE. So, he can't get out of his room, no one can help him, and then, he grabs the tape, and this porno case is glued to his other hand. Poor guy...

So, he climbs out of the bedroom window.... which is on the second story, and a neighbor thinks he's a naked prowler. She calls the cops, they arrive and realize what the trouble is. He's glued himself... well, to himself. An ambulance is dispatched, and they were bringing him into our emergency room.

Oh my... he was checked in, and given ice while waiting. Marc's father was really impatient, and embarrassed the living hell outta his son. Finally, we took care of him. Man... poor guy.

Yeppers... that's when I met Marc. That's why I'm on his staff now, because he's trying to keep tabs on me from leaking out this story. But, I just couldn't hold it in any longer.