It's still good the second time. Or third, or whatever.
I haven't been able to get the "Tie Me Up, Tie You Down" thread to load since my last comment there, by the way. It just loads partially and quits.
I was going to mention that Pat Robertson still insists he legpresses 2000 lbs. It's not that hard!
Also, is it really a great idea to be able to vote in pubs?
Well, the rain finished in time for the fireworks (just concluded) after all.
But I guess no one is reading this....
I was just pointing out that Standpipe Bridgeplate is a Nazi when Becks ordered us off the thread.
So you're saying that Becks is the real Nazi?
Christ, John, you'll never win me back like that. Not that you could, anyway. Not even if you called me Froky.
Becks has some reason for protecting SB. I'd rather not speculate about what it is.
I'm a hurtful Nazi, Teo. I'm not even one of the nice ones.
We all figured that out ages ago, b. Try to keep up.
I bet you're the one who refused to get the motherfucking Jews off the motherfucking train, Becks.
Nobody tried to get the motherfucking Jews off the motherfucking train more than me, Teo.
I'm silky sieg-heiler from Nationalist Chiner.
My favorite scene was the one where the Jew suddenly came out of the toilet while the couple was having sex in the bathroom, and it bit the guy on his-- ooh, fireworks!
But you were just trying to get them into the concentration camp, weren't you, Becks? Hurtful, that.
19 - I was rounding them up into the kitchen to make me matzo brei. If you'd only made me breakfast like you promised, that wouldn't have been necessary.
It's all your fault, Teo.
My favorite scene was the one where Gary Farber became three ostriches with jet packs who flew to France where they took up smoking and melting butter on abandoned inner tubes just to hear new butter sizzle on old rubber.
It's all my fault. Next time I start with the matzo brei, then the witty banter. Otherwise it's Nazis all the way down.
I should go to bed.
When the ostriches assemble, they become MegaFarber!
It's awesome, isn't it?
Particularly with French garlic butter.
I have a friend who raised the question, if you dream about your client, how do you bill it?
If it's a professional dream, you can hit them for anti-social hours. If it's personal, the one who invited picks up the tab.
I had a friend who became quite irate when he realized he had been billed something like $200 / hr for phone chats which were mostly about family life. You probably want some kind of personal relationship with your lawyer, but at those rates, not much of one.
So now people are posting a cappella links on Unfogged? What is this, some kind of lame Ivy League reunion website?