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I'll bet my father will let you have two. They're names are Stars and Stripes and they are 2 years old. Earlier today the girl was found trying to open a bottle of treats.
Well, you see... I kind of have this quaint, old-fashioned thing where I don't commit acts of physical violence against women unless they REALLY deserve it... like, you'd practically have to be trying to kill me and stuff... so, sorry, but no.
Besides, I'm a night owl. Sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to in the wee small hours of the morning.
Well, that's good to know. I'm a night owl, too, but I try not to stay up quite that late. If I'm up at 3:30 it's usually because I can't sleep (rarely, it's because I'm actually doing something fun). I figure a frying pan is quicker than sleeping pills...
The person below me likes to be up all night and sleep all day.
I don't go in for ancient wisdom I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"
I used to...then was up for 47 1/2 hours at one time because of SERIOUS jet lag.
TPBM wants to help me clean up my back room for when my kiwi friend comes to live here.
It is by snark alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of the coffee bean that thoughts acquire 'tude, the lips acquire mouthiness, the glares become a warning.
If my shoulder wasn't killing me then I'd love to since I'm in an organizing mood.
The person below me wants to come play spotter for me when I go play with the mostly non moving trains once my shoulder heals. (The moving ones are going very slow, so no, I'm not playing with the fast trains)
"Man, having a conversation with you is like walking through a salvador dali painting." - Mac Hall
TPBM wonders what I was smoking last night before bed to have the dreams I had.
It is by snark alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of the coffee bean that thoughts acquire 'tude, the lips acquire mouthiness, the glares become a warning.
Yeah, well, while it may be a good thing, it hasn't done me a whole lot of good. It seems that the single women in MD only seem to go for thuggish, misogynistic bastards that love to treat them like dirt and beat the shit out of them for no good reason. Either that, or they go for "normal" guys... you know, the good little sheep that blindly follow the rest of the herd and couldn't be a unique individual if their lives depended on it. Either way, it all boils down to me being screwed, because I'm the LAST guy the women around here will ever be interested in.
I figure a frying pan is quicker than sleeping pills...
Yep... and a good deal more painful, I imagine.
The Person Below Me wants this work day to hurry up and be over so I can go home and go back to sleep.
"Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
--StanFlouride
TPBM wants to help me get a job...(I just got fired tonight)
It is by snark alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of the coffee bean that thoughts acquire 'tude, the lips acquire mouthiness, the glares become a warning.
nope having macademia encrusted white fish tonight with a salad.
TPBM wants to help me clean up my back store room, then find a new place to hide the body of my land lord for continually putting off repairs on my apartment.
It is by snark alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of the coffee bean that thoughts acquire 'tude, the lips acquire mouthiness, the glares become a warning.
It is by snark alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of the coffee bean that thoughts acquire 'tude, the lips acquire mouthiness, the glares become a warning.
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