my brilliant crack training idea was me bending my knee, and yelling 'crack!', in the hopes it would listen and learn to do it itself.

it didn't.

but it clicks now when i bend it, because i bashed it on a door and it went all strange and out of place.

i'm a tad clumsy.

does anyone else find that they crack their joints in their sleep?

i wake myself up a lot because the cracking is so loud, because i'm flexing and pushing like a lunatic.

my brother used to be a cracker, and he used to be the worst sleep-cracker, but he dislocated his pointy finger when he sleep cracked, and since then, has been too scared to crack anymore. so i do it even more, otherwise the Crack G*d will be short in his quota of pops.

the cold weather is a b***h when it comes to cracking for me. it always seems to hurt a little bit, but that could be because i hate the cold and i sit huddled over like the hunchback of notre dame trying to warm up, and i get all stiff. anyway, only one of my hands gets cold, i do believe it's because i'm lopsided, but it always means that when i try to crack those knuckles, my fingers fall off in little frostbitten stumps.

i think you should be pleased that you have a crack-orchestra.

you know how in all those movies, when the cheesy bullies are like "yeah now you're going to get it, you little punk." and they crack their fists? i do it like that. it frightens my dog, so i think i've achieved something.

i wish i could crack my left elbow. the only time it cracked was when i snapped my humerus, and because i'm a crazy little freak, i didn't rest it, and i now have severe arthritis in it, and when it's cold, it seizes up and i get a little t-rex arm. if i cracked it, my arm would probably fall off.

my brilliant crack training idea was me bending my knee, and yelling 'crack!', in the hopes it would listen and learn to do it itself.

it didn't.

but it clicks now when i bend it, because i bashed it on a door and it went all strange and out of place.

i'm a tad clumsy.

my left elbow. the only time it cracked was when i snapped my humerus, and because i'm a crazy little freak, i didn't rest it, and i now have arthritis in it, and when it's cold, it seizes up and i get a little t-rex arm. if i cracked it, my arm would probably fall off.

wow, the first time i read through that the only thing i understood were the commas.

but come on. i'm a cracker because i'm a freak, not a s****t.

hey fellow crack-addicts
when i first came on, i thought all this talk about crack and joints was actually a drug page….and then i thought it was a plumber thing...but no, it is the Kingdom of Crack, or Crackdom, if you will.
i first knew i was a crack-addict when i was in a production, and i was sitting on stage in front of a full house, and I cracked my knuckles into my little microphone, making that delicious popping sound echo around the entire theatre, and the entire crowd made that 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' sound. it made me happy on the inside.
i crack every crackable part of my body, and take pleasure in cracking other people's knuckles. i used to be a push-puller cracker, but i have converted to the fist push, as it's a lot more intimidating to non-crackers and people smaller than me.
looking forward to the crackversations...i'm sorry, i have to stop with the puns now...

xox
Ace