I found all those recording devices in my lamps the time you were over. You can't come again until the electro-magnetic shield is installed.
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sorry, Allyson. That was my fault. I forgot to pat him down before we came over. (Did you find the one in your mascara?)
All I was trying to say was [*we interrupt this post in the interests of common sense. The poster obviously has no idea how to say what he intends or explain the complexities of what he feels, thinks, or thinks he feels. For the common good we have stepped in to overwrite his rambling, nonsensical and, frankly, inadvertently offensive justification of his prior post to instead present this surreal joke:
Q. Why couldn't Bob go through the revolving door?
A. Because he had a javelin through his skull.
We now return you to the inane post nearing its end. Thank you.
This has been a Public Service by the More Discreet Part of Miracleman's Brain. Yes, the More Discreet part. Frightening, isn't it?*] with a platypus up his ass!
That's all I meant.
No, it's the inability to not run your mouth.
That's the part I like about him.
Bob likes carrots!
Bethany likes cheese!
Gold star for you!
That's all I meant.
A masterpiece of discretion. Or concision. Or eloquence. Or who knows what, but anything that ends "...with a platypus up his ass!" has got to be a masterpiece of something, or the word has lost all meaning.
Thank you, JZ. As long as that clears everything up.
Argh. I just ordered a ridiculous amount of Greek food, but much of it was unsatisfying. I will hope it is better tomorrow.