I'm lingering today at 1:20, 2:38, 4:06, 5:52....

Colonel Hogan

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It's miserably cold and rainy and rather than get out and do any number of productive shit I should be doing, I am wasting the day with a host of idiots on this forum. *sigh*

Oh, well...
 
It's miserably cold and rainy and rather than get out and do any number of productive shit I should be doing, I am wasting the day with a host of idiots on this forum. *sigh*

Oh, well...

Don't let the streets hold you down, C-Hoge! ;)
 
I hardly think so...but if that other guy there is handy. :D

Alas, he is over the river and through the woods and will not return for hours.

It's a tragedy and Ken Burns will do a documentary, we will write each other long letters.

"Dear Beloved,

It has been nine hours since I have last looked upon your face, as you stood in the kitchen with your granola. We both complained in the new-dark dawn about how much we hated work and how we should be independently wealthy. I pinched your ass, I still miss you.

I remember how you shoved my hand off your leg yesterday and said "What the fuck is wrong with you, are you dead?" because I was proving that yes, I was cold, and I am a freak of nature.

My heart aches in your absence.

Please bring home donuts,

Your Sporadically Undead Wife."
 
Alas, he is over the river and through the woods and will not return for hours.

It's a tragedy and Ken Burns will do a documentary, we will write each other long letters.

"Dear Beloved,

It has been nine hours since I have last looked upon your face, as you stood in the kitchen with your granola. We both complained in the new-dark dawn about how much we hated work and how we should be independently wealthy. I pinched your ass, I still miss you.

I remember how you shoved my hand off your leg yesterday and said "What the fuck is wrong with you, are you dead?" because I was proving that yes, I was cold, and I am a freak of nature.

My heart aches in your absence.

Please bring home donuts,

Your Sporadically Undead Wife."

May he return safely to your bosom with confections filled with creme.

Post the video following consummation.
 
Ya know, I'm not certain I've ever expressed how much I appreciate your presence here.

Let it now be said! :cool:

;)

Alas, he is over the river and through the woods and will not return for hours.

It's a tragedy and Ken Burns will do a documentary, we will write each other long letters.

"Dear Beloved,

It has been nine hours since I have last looked upon your face, as you stood in the kitchen with your granola. We both complained in the new-dark dawn about how much we hated work and how we should be independently wealthy. I pinched your ass, I still miss you.

I remember how you shoved my hand off your leg yesterday and said "What the fuck is wrong with you, are you dead?" because I was proving that yes, I was cold, and I am a freak of nature.

My heart aches in your absence.

Please bring home donuts,

Your Sporadically Undead Wife."

Hey, if it's a case of the dead, I know about this Monkey's Paw, see...:D
 
Hey, if it's a case of the dead, I know about this Monkey's Paw, see...:D

I know that story!

I have to wear a bunch of floofy clothes. It's 75 degrees and I have long pants, long shirt, a shawl, thick socks and fleece slippers.

If I went the monkey paw route the donuts would be filled with fermented bat guts or some such.

NOT THE DONUTS!
 
I know that story!

I have to wear a bunch of floofy clothes. It's 75 degrees and I have long pants, long shirt, a shawl, thick socks and fleece slippers.

If I went the monkey paw route the donuts would be filled with fermented bat guts or some such.

NOT THE DONUTS!

there's a lot to be said for floofy slippers :cool:
 
Size 13!?!?! Are you shitting me?? The Hungarian judges have formally requested that you submit to genetic screening.

Not kidding.

When I was young my mother told my grandmother how big my feet were so she could knit me slippers, and she got a letter back saying "That must be wrong..." My mom traced my foot, took up a whole piece of paper.

Ulaven and I can wear the same shoes, though his feet are a little small.

Large and slightly old banana for scale as per internet requirements.

My son has size 15 mens, so we can pick on Ulaven for his ridiculously tiny feet when he says we wear clown shoes or boats.

http://i.imgur.com/CNGo3KY.jpg?2
 
Not kidding.

When I was young my mother told my grandmother how big my feet were so she could knit me slippers, and she got a letter back saying "That must be wrong..." My mom traced my foot, took up a whole piece of paper.

Ulaven and I can wear the same shoes, though his feet are a little small.

Large and slightly old banana for scale as per internet requirements.

My son has size 15 mens, so we can pick on Ulaven for his ridiculously tiny feet when he says we wear clown shoes or boats.

http://i.imgur.com/CNGo3KY.jpg?2

I'm sorry.....I can't STOP laughing. Seriously......I apolog.....oh, fuck.....:D:D:D:D:D:D

DAMMNIT!!! STTTTOOOOOPPP! SHIT....there goes the bladder....

*tears running down the face*

https://media.giphy.com/media/3oEduTElttOJ1bJlSM/giphy.gif
 
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