He'd make me look at nude pictures of Miyu and not offer even one pic of the cute raccoons that sublease his back porch.
Worse. You'd sit in the bar watching a hockey match between the Saskatchewan Whitesnakes and the Vancouver Melonboys drinking Molson whilst Katalyst hunched over his cell phon. Occasionally he'd reach over to show you a picture of a fat bird whilst grinning maniacally.
Ain't many posts right now dude, s'why I'm at this ghetto joint.
Oh, yeah, it slows to a crawl at night. But that's not what the dot has been saying for weeks. He means it's completely dead, and compares it to some mythical time in the past when it wasn't. When I ask him to specify he vanishes.
Oh, yeah, it slows to a crawl at night. But that's not what the dot has been saying for weeks. He means it's completely dead, and compares it to some mythical time in the past when it wasn't. When I ask him to specify he vanishes.
The real OCDs are the perma-dots. Just let it wash over, best way, I reckon.
ARSE knows my real name and quite possibly all my PI from that. I posted my cell number on CI once. I posted my mobile number on FC, for that matter. Nothing ever happens because I don't give a monkey's cock about board drama.
please don't say taht living in cali has dulled teh famosely sharp fizzay wit
Sorry, I'm Stressy McStressed right now and not operating on my full complement of batteries.
Speaking of which: FUN WAR FACT OF THE DAY
There were a couple of US submarines in WW2 which managed to hook up an ice cream machine. If you've ever seen inside WW2 submarines then you know how hard it is to find a place for one.
After a couple of dives, switching from diesel to battery (a voltage change) frying the ice cream machine, they appointed the "ice cream officer" who would, during the dive sequence, announce "ice cream safe" so that the machine wouldn't get fucked.