Originally posted by beezzer
I poop my pants if I sneeze too hard.
All praise the bunny, let his fluffiness be true...
Whether the avatar stays or not, Major.
I figured since last Saturday and that Borgia Beef
sandwich that might have even given me listeria on
top of the rest of the health stuff, who cares.
I'm the last one you'll see show up at the local suburban
Wealth and Hellness Center. Dyslexia's a bihct.
In seriousness, it looks like nobody around here is in a
position to deflect monstrous unheavenly bodies, shield us from
big fat solar signal flares, or any of the metaphysical negative
mojo we earned on this stinkin' ball o' mud over even the last
few decades. I yearn for a place where veggies grow without
tampering, and beef with eyeballs and no tumor starter.
Well maybe forget the latter, I DO still listen to a lot of Slipknot.
Let 'er come I say.. and if she's angry it figures.
And I'm proud and grateful to say whatever leftover of DF is going
to get chewed up in the cataclysm has been heavily utilized anyway.
I might miss you more than Bert Lahr AND Ray Bolger put together.
How old am I NOW? Finally, you know you're up there when it's simultaneously
solid, liquid and gas. It's why body armor's designed for senior staff outgoing too.
huah. expecting furry blurry fist for abbreviated benediction