Hi guys Bye guys

[schuette]

good to have you back sig

[CygnusX1]

Cheers Schu! ((((((Schu :*))))))

You all are the best.

Thanks for putting up with my catterwalling. hahaha

[rushlight]

Hi guys just passing through.

I'm working as hard as I can to get the debts paid off and so far 2 credit cards are not so deep. The gold card is the hardest one to get rid of.

I'm getting plenty of overtime at work so the big checks are pretty helpful despite getting up at 5am and leaving my comfy bed.

I'm not bored with the people of this board. It was the times the board was pretty dead and that was most of the times.

Anyhoo off to bed before I have a hard time getting up tomorrow.

Bye guys.

[CygnusX1]

Lemme Ged this straight RL....

You GOT RID OF RUSH SHIRTS, and SOLD R-I-R???

That's blasphemy.

May Starman poop-in-your-Cheerios.

[Walkinghairball]

I just snarfed my shredded wheat.

[Big Blue Owl]

Behind the snarf
The untold story of the missing story

I made a post a while ago and placed it in the wrong thread (this one), and before I could delete it, WHB made a boom-boom in his shreddies.

So to try to salvage some sense of continuity (albeit in a showy, self-indulgent way) I replace the former post here.

Or here, actually...no, here.
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"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

[Walkinghairball]

Still laughin.

[Kares4Rush]

I'm completely confused but laughing my A** off!!!

[Middle Kingdom]

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."


That's Dr. Evil's monologue in therapy with Scottie from Austin Powers.

[Kares4Rush]

Oh DUH!!!

What was that memory loss disease people here had? I DEFINITELY have it.

Thanks, MK.

[Middle Kingdom]

What was that memory loss disease people here had?

I forget.

[Walkinghairball]

What were we talking aboot?

[Kares4Rush]

Not sure, Fred.

[Big Blue Owl]

Right on, MK. Your prize is.....

One BILLION dollars!

[Middle Kingdom]

Woo hoo!!!!

But I'd rather have sharks with laser beams,
if you could.