We only wished you well so that our eventual betrayal would be that much more painful.
Way to give the game away, Timbot.
You're going to leave us again now, aren't you.
You made a very good place here for a lot of people, and we care about you. I'm glad the good feeling helped.
Mind you, I'm still not comparing you to a goat.
You're going to leave us again now, aren't you.
Alas, my little plumbing, I won't pretend to quit again, but I am headed back to California tomorrow and to work soon, and there will be much less of me in these part, I think.
As we saw, work greatly hindered the blog's 2003-2005 activity.
Oddly, when you were working before, there wasn't much of an ogged shortage.
Alas, my little plumbing
The thread for that is a couple posts down.
But now I'll be busy. If I'm not behind on something after four months away, the jig will be up.
Yeah, what the hell does "my little plumbing" mean?
This is going to be like when I called baa "incisive," isn't it? But SB was the one most bothered by that, so aren't we even steven?
I thought baa was the one most bothered by your having called baa "incisive". How much it bothered me: not at all!
I chipped in my $3.50 to hang with the cool kids. I mean, I'm glad you're alright, but I'm much happier about being able to bum smokes from w-lfs-n.
baa will be happy to know that in the last two comments, I burned completely though whatever life that schtick had left in it.
As long as you don't pretend to quit again, we'll be happy.
And if you do, well, next time it might have to be something more than part of a li'l old kidney.
19 - He'll embrace or deny it. Either way, he's lying.
And if you do, well, next time it might have to be something more than part of a li'l old kidney.
Which was delicious, btw. We feasted druid-style, as in, whoever got the cancery bit won the privilege of being sacrificed on an altar. Good times.
I read more than I comment, by a factor of about 1000%, but this kinda thing makes me feel all gooshy inside. Like one of those chocolate melty cakes.
25 should tell you the answer to the second question.
I light this link over the drained corpse of that shtick.
We're still waiting on the first question, though.
You know, I should be doing some work-related activities.
I still don't know what that phrase means. Or was I supposed to figure it out based on some obscure reference to incisive baa? I was a good lurker back in the day, but I didn't read every thread.
Good night, my little plumbings. Safe travels to you, ogged.
I should be doing some work-related activities.
Yeah, that street corner won't walk itself. Get on, now.
you're welcome, ogged, for curing your cancer.
27: Matt, have I, like Rod Stewart, told you lately that I love you? First you finish the joke just the way I imagined it, then you link to a comment of mine that I'm particularly proud of. And I didn't even have to pay you. In currency.
I still don't know what that phrase means.
It's me. See also (et seq.).
you're welcome, ogged, for curing your cancer.
I think Megan is the one who deserves to be thanked.
What I object to in Eric Kaufman's claim is that he can bum smokes from me. I've been in town nearly a full week and he hasn't made good on his months-old offer to stand me a beer!
God damn it, Ben, I don't care if you're just shitting us. You can't go there.
I just woke up from thinking my sleep-paralyzed hand was a flashlight, so discount appropriately.
You don't need to ask permission, but you should probably make sure it has a flared base.
Okay, I'll wait for the cock photos before I light up.
(Progress report, by the by?)
(Progress report, by the by?)
Based on your name I'd guess that you could contribute to the progress.
Does that mean you know for a fact that Stanley hasn't already submitted his entry?
43: Based on this comment, I propose an entirely new, alternate definition of "Weiner-Pwned."
44: Yes, this means he would recognize my cock, which hasn't yet been sub to this dom.
Stanley's cock and I go way back, so to speak. I'd recognize it in an instant.
35 - Well, if you call me by my middle name, it's not like I'm gonna turn my head.
And anyway, the minute you want me to stand you a beer, you just hit the keys that spell my name and it's yours. If you, I don't know, told me when you'd be in town, maybe we could arrange something. You know, I think we're gonna have to get counseling...