Dr. Medulla wrote:
Heston's the one who eats Alpo, if that helps distinguish the two.
Even I don't get this....
Your standards are slipping Wolt, I thought you were the master of the ongoing in-joke.
Too much Iron Maiden is damaging your brain.
Oh, I know what he's doing; I've read every post about this joke. I just don't get it. It is apparently funny only to Saskatooniards.
And even I don't find it funny per se. More a case of piling it on as an easy and odd dig at our Limey friends. Some shit, it just don't make sense.
I guess for those of you that only post random things, that's enough. But everything I post has a point. Even if I don't share it with the rest of the class.
”INDER LOCK THE THE KISS THREAD IVE REALISED IM A PRZE IDOOT” - Thomas Jefferson
Your standards are slipping Wolt, I thought you were the master of the ongoing in-joke.
Too much Iron Maiden is damaging your brain.
Oh, I know what he's doing; I've read every post about this joke. I just don't get it. It is apparently funny only to Saskatooniards.
And even I don't find it funny per se. More a case of piling it on as an easy and odd dig at our Limey friends. Some shit, it just don't make sense.
I guess for those of you that only post random things, that's enough. But everything I post has a point. Even if I don't share it with the rest of the class.
I agree mostly with Mr. Shifty here.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
So, we had a whole house fulla Injuns and Halfbreeds this afternoon as the wife got her Aboriginal name. I was hoping for something like Three-Winged Turkey Vulture, but my prayers were not answered (another blow against theism). Her name, translated, is White Stone River Woman. I have no idea the significance, but everyone in her lodge seemed to think it made sense. The whole ceremony and feast went well. Part of the ceremony involves a giveaway, where the main attraction presents gifts to those in attendance. One of the things B got for me is below:
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It'll go well with my Parkinson's Jesus, a dashboard Jesus-on-a-spring that B's elder got me for Christmas.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
modskin wrote:I would be a complete pile of garbage without her.
I know the feeling.
Epic sideburns, by the way. I approve.
Modskin is basically Wolter but a little bit cooler.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
edit; and those congratulations are for the whole getting married thing, not the choice of footwear.
Thanks! Although I had as many congrats due to the shoes as otherwise. People love those things, although my grandmother was mildly horrified. They're about a half-size too small though, don't know what I was thinking when I bought them last summer.
