We learned on a Dvorak keyboard.
Ah. Have you met The Ferrets?
My love for me now / Ain't hard to explain / The Hero of Canton / The man they call...ME.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Feb 24, 2010 4:02:40 pm PST #10666 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
meara - Feb 24, 2010 4:05:51 pm PST #10667 of 30001
I am actually a 6ft tall Republican father of seven from the great state of North Dakota.
Well, no wonder you fake being Canadian so well. :)
billytea - Feb 24, 2010 4:06:40 pm PST #10668 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm 3 raccoons in a human suit.
STEPH WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.
Sue - Feb 24, 2010 4:09:26 pm PST #10669 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Well, no wonder you fake being Canadian so well. :)
Through in a few ehs, spell things with some random u's thrown in and you guys were totally snookered.
Aims - Feb 24, 2010 4:12:26 pm PST #10670 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
These poor GS skiers. I can't imagine being in the Zone only to be stopped part way through my run because I might crash into my teammate.
Yeesh.
tommyrot - Feb 24, 2010 4:13:56 pm PST #10671 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
There is a shrieking monkey in here.
Wait, this isn't a zoo. It's a small child.
Steph L. - Feb 24, 2010 4:18:01 pm PST #10672 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
We learned on a Dvorak keyboard.
Ah. Have you met The Ferrets?
Oh, yeah. We go way back. We all went to Gary, Indiana, on vacation last summer. Boy, the stories we could tell!
I'm 3 raccoons in a human suit.
STEPH WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.
Truer words, man. (Never spoken.)
Oof. I'm wiped out. One of the side effects of this new AD is EXTREME FATIGUE, and they ain't kidding. I might just make lunch for tomorrow and crawl into bed. Weak-ass shit, man.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2010 4:18:06 pm PST #10673 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Man, I really want New York style pizza. And to resist the temptation to go traipsing through the archives for Gus posts...
Steph L. - Feb 24, 2010 4:18:53 pm PST #10674 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
ita, I just read umpteen posts of the B'Cracy thread post-death announcement, and it made my head hurt. Don't do it.
Aims - Feb 24, 2010 4:22:00 pm PST #10675 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
That why you guys are so tired - too much for your little raccoon brains. Poor raccoons. Go get some sleepies after washing and packing your lunch.