The side door to our garage is green. This has been no end of hilarity for my father-in-law. If only he could remember how many times he’s already told the joke.That'sTheJoke.gif
—Patrick
The side door to our garage is green. This has been no end of hilarity for my father-in-law. If only he could remember how many times he’s already told the joke.That'sTheJoke.gif
http://goldwingdocs.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=12060Managed to identify an old model kit from my youth. Bought an original, unopened kit on Amazon in order to wallow in nostalgia.
Turns out 20+ year old cheap plastic breaks fairly easily.
Noooo, my queen! Quick, minion, cheer her up with a dance! Dan-Yeah, the depression is really bad today.
Is there any way I can love and hug this post at the same time?Noooo, my queen! Quick, minion, cheer her up with a dance! Dan-
...okay, you're fired.
Minion 2, play her a song!
Okay, that's....better? Sure, we'll go with that.
(Feel better, @Emrys. I hope it passes soon.)
We need a cuddle rating!Is there any way I can love and hug this post at the same time?
Please don't, it messes up our tracking.Is there any way I can love and hug this post at the same time?
Halbucks are gonna be the next bitcoin!I find it amusing that the NSA is accumulating Halbucks.
—Patrick
Hush, JCM! They'll notice!Huh. I genuinely thought the NSA alt was one of mine.
Quiet, you.Please don't, it messes up our tracking.
Please don't, it messes up our tracking.
Are you referring to me or the doomweasels?...to nibble on.
—Patrick
Hey first come, first serve.Are you referring to me or the doomweasels?
I'll have to pull out my favourite book, To Serve Man.Hey first come, first serve.
—Patrick
I'll have to pull out my favourite book, To Serve Man.
It would be full-on vore, not devore.would the weasels devore her whole?
Oh dear gods, yes. You don't get between weasels and their peanut butter.If a jar of peanut butter spontaneously exploded and covered Emrys in peanut butter, would the weasels devore her whole?
So your tomb stone will read:Oh dear gods, yes. You don't get between weasels and their peanut butter.
*rolls d20*If a jar of peanut butter spontaneously exploded and covered Emrys in peanut butter, would the weasels devore her whole?
Remember that commercial of the guy wearing the fur coat walks into his house, snaps his fingers and the coat transforms into multiple ferrets that scamper away into their cages?So your tomb stone will read:
"Choosy weasel moms choose NOT TO KEEP OPEN PEANUT BUTTER IN THE HOUSE! LEARN FROM MY MISTAKE!"
TIL - you're a masochist involved in some sort of Costanza-esque foodplay with someone at work. Probably the maid.Some sadist in the office made popcorn.
All I've had to eat today is a 100 calorie yogurt cup.
I can feel myself becoming a ravenous, unthinking eat-beast. The buttery smell is PAINFUL.
I found out it was the Engineer, who is unaware of my ongoing starvation, so I am cutting him slack.TIL - you're a masochist involved in some sort of Costanza-esque foodplay with someone at work. Probably the maid.
Does she make you sleep under your desk at night?