~screams~ AHHHH!!!! THE PAIN! THE PAIN! OH GODS PLEASE STOP! THE PAIN!!!
His eyestalks must regenerate. All that clicking should have blinded him years ago.
Sweet! I can watch Hogan's Heroes on YouTube!!!
~cowers in the corner waiting for the Jesszilla rampage to pass~
That triple reinforced vault protected my comic book collection again. That and the pocket dimension generator I installed with fail-safe shunts.
MAY I JOIN YOU?!
SILENCE!
Now that the monstrous rumbling has died down...
nite nite
Rise and shine! *yawn*
Yay, Tuesday. All the rubbish work of a Monday but without the initial sharp pain.
(Already got off to a grumpy start with a client)
:(
Being woken up an hour early by a minute-long string of thunder... not exactly fun.
Being woken up an hour early by a minute-long string of thunder... not exactly fun.[ominous]Are you sure it was thunder.......?[/ominous]
Yes.
The witch water lung hex makes me think of aqualung.
Did you break the website Gary? ;)
No. We're still here.
Oh look. Women's Soccer. Team USA vs. North Korea. We will emerge victorious.
I wish I was real so I participate in the olympic archery if I was good enough.
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The witch water lung hex makes me think of aqualung.
Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intentSnots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run, hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh, Aqualung
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Taking time, the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming agony
Hey and you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Taking time, the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, hey Aqualung
Oh Aqualung
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Morning, all. What did I miss?
Well, Scott found a visit to the doctor in order after being punched in the duodenum by a cranky elderly person. Meanwhile, Gary's attempt at an internet practical joke accidently caused a massive power-outage in India. And, across town, the ominous sound of distant thunder caused....No, wait! That's my soap opera!
41-19. Only against the UK, but still, there were some nice combos in that game, perhaps the men's handball team have a chance at this.
(And I hope the Brits realise that their guys actually played quite well for a team with players who in some cases hadn't had any handball training four years ago.)