Smacky the Manpony
This? Is never not funny.
Smacky the Manpony
This? Is never not funny.
This? Is never not funny.
And just what you want to be called by your six-year old sister. Who, with any luck, will tell any dates you bring home.
I first arrived the week of the 2000 election, and left during the month of the 2004 election. You guys have the freakiest electoral system in the world
thanks for poking old wounds! :-)
Who, with any luck, will tell any dates you bring home.
And if she doesn't, your mom will tell your prom date!
Not to be pedantic, but wasn't it Schmacky? Which makes it even funnier! Man-pony!!!
Not to be pedantic, but wasn't it Schmacky? Which makes it even funnier! Man-pony!!!
On this I am happy - nay, I regard it as a duty - to be corrected.
Not to be pedantic
laughs and laughs and laughs
This is B.org! OF COURSE you should be pedantic, sweet!
Smacky the Manpony, wasn't it?
Dude, WHY do you remember that?!?
mocked the world's stupidest fairy penguin with Steph L.
Good times.
Welcome, ZAR!
Dude, WHY do you remember that?!?
Because it was hilarious!
I once attended a meeting where my section manager was trying to inspire us with the tale of Ernest Shackleton, who became icebound for trying to lead an expedition to Antarctica. There follows a stirring tale of leadership and endurance lasting over a year, which culminated in Shackleton piloting a lifeboat to land at South Georgia Island in hurricane force winds, and then a prohibitively difficult island crossing to reach a whaling station that was only replicated by another party nearly 40 years later. It's quite a story.
Anyway, my reply began with the comment, "South Georgia Island is also home to the world's only species of carnivorous duck." Someone else interjected at this point.
"Good God, how do remember this stuff?"
"It's a carnivorous duck, how do you not?"
Ernest Shackleton later died on South Georgia Island of a heart attack, during another expedition. Wikipedia offers the following narrative, which I like to think indicates Shackleton's priorities rather nicely:
In the early hours of the next morning Shackleton summoned the expedition's physician, Alexander Macklin, to his cabin, complaining of back pains and other discomfort. According to Macklin's own account, Macklin told him he had been overdoing things and should try to "lead a more regular life", to which Shackleton answered: "You are always wanting me to give up things, what is it I ought to give up?" "Chiefly alcohol, Boss," replied Macklin. A few moments later, at 2:50 a.m. on 5 January 1922, Shackleton suffered a fatal heart attack.
Good times.
Wasn't it? And I still have the mole rat plush toy I bought there.