Thanks, Wolf. I was kind of going for who-needs-context, but it does read better with.
("Tastes like cake" is what elevated the conversation to COMM-worthy, though.)
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
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Thanks, Wolf. I was kind of going for who-needs-context, but it does read better with.
("Tastes like cake" is what elevated the conversation to COMM-worthy, though.)
Only because I thought Allyson's post was super gracious. :)
t /natter
Miracleman reminisces about the great gerund wars:
Must have been, oh...ought two or ought three. Me and the squad were in the thick of it, right outside this little hamlet in the middle of enemy territory.
It was colder'n a witch's tit. Tommy Robeson...he was from Tupelo, we'd come up through boot together...we were huddled in a foxhole waiting for the word to come down the line. We were under-equipped and we knew it. We only had a couple of Strunks. Jonesy had a 10C he'd picked up off a Grammarian lieutenant, but that was it.
Sarge came down and told us we were goin' in at 0400. Me, Tommy, Jonesy and the Wichita boys were to sweep in from the north. Me and Tommy shared a smoke while we waited.
0400 and we went over. We didn't get twenty feet afore the enemy hit us. They knew we were comin', they hadda. They lit the area with glaring logic and unloaded irrefutable reference at us. Jonesy got off a couple good ones with the 10C but went down quick. He didn't even have a chance to scream.
Me and Tommy made it to the middle of town and scrambled for cover in the library. Tommy found him a Shertzer "Elements", but we never had time to use it. The bastards parsed the whole building.
I woke up in an enemy POW camp. They kept me awake for four days, making me write essay after essay, critiquing and making me re-write. Hell, I tell you. Finally the camp was raided and I was sent home.
I still wake up screamin' some nights...
Fie on thee, wee ammitch! Beat me to it!
Gus, Natter:
Trudy, I would say "You can play with my Wiki anytime," but have a fear that the sheer pressure on your straight-line reflex might cause you some injury.
flea: You people with the freak-ass toes - that's nothing to be proud of. You're creeping me out, even when you're not using your freaky toes as weapons.
Java cat: I say "fack" for FAQ, too. How do you say URL? I spell it. Is it supposed to be "Earl"?
P M Marcontell: Say it "Earl", and I will fack your shit up, damn it.
Erin in Lit'ry:
Just because you called me "Sweetpeach."
I'm a cheap ho for fruit endearments.
Just about choked on a green bean ... in Boxed Set:
DavidS: Did Ple put Woobie into Gus' wiki yet?
KaterinaBee:
My St. Paddy's Day Leprechaun recipe: First, pour a Guinness into the cook. Second, slice a nice fresh leprechaun into fine slices. Third, dredge in flour, fourth: pan-fry in butter until a deep golden brown. Then throw the leprechaun to the pets and have another Guinness.