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![]() DungeonmasterCal wrote: I once walked into my apartment to an unholy smell and walked into the kitchen where a friend (who had picked the lock to come do his laundry for free - which is a whole other story) was boiling instant Ramen noodles in beer on my stove. I made him eat every damned bit of that and drink the sauce, too, for funking up my house so badly. Cooking ramen beer on someone else's stove? You better believe that's a paddlin. ![]()
![]() Aberzombie wrote: Massachusetts woman unleashed swarm of bees on deputies serving eviction notice, police say At least it wasn't dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you... ![]()
![]() DungeonmasterCal wrote:
And I for one, welcome our new Great Old One overlords. I'd like to remind them that as a trusted forum personality I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground madness caves. ![]()
![]() Vidmaster7 wrote:
Oh. Sorry I'm late. There was trouble at the lab with the running and the exploding and the crying. One of the monkeys stole the glasses off my head! ![]()
![]() Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
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