All your butts are belong to me!

[mcs0083]

it's suggestive of other bodily fluids

That may explain it.

[reyler]

If it's bad, then I guess we're in the same boat; after all, I'm the one that put it in my avatar rotation.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

it's not the least bit bad.

[mcs0083]

I agree with Shiendy. It is quite... I can't talk that way here >.<

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

you can think what you like

[reyler]

Like hell; he's in my world.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

you may control the horizontal and the vertical, but the hamster is still running the wheel in my brain.

[reyler]

*stuffs a snake in there* There, that'll do for your hamster.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

as if i hadn't done that already. they are friends.

[reyler]

*knocks out the loadbearing pillars so your skull caves in on the both of them*

[GrandpaG]

How DOES she come up with those things? Such imagination needs to be harnessed and put to some sort of constructive use! Maybe we could get this country back to it's former greatness! Pillars in the skull! Amazing! I can almost see Sampson standing between my pillars trying to keep them from toppling! All of this while listening to Kid Rock on the radio! Who needs LSD, anyway? Just take a journey to the center of your mind and help tired old Sampson steady those pillars! Yes. This is my best attempt at spamming. Those of you who have watched me over the years already know that I am not a natural born spammer. Not like some who spam here. Oh, well. It's the thought that counts. Kinda like getting socks in your stocking. Spam glorious spam. I would if I could but I can't. So I ramble on instead. Just think of it as a whole year's worth of spam all in one post!

 

Love,

Gramps

[mcs0083]

Grampy!

[GrandpaG]

Grampy!

 

 

Hi Agent 83!

 

 

Yup.

 

I'm still alive.

 

Wifey doesn't approve of me spending time online so I only pop in once a week for a short while. She thinks I need a proper diet and some exercise instead of sitting on my keester. Silly woman.

 

Most weeks I spend the bulk of my online time RPing over in Revolution One: RICH MAN/POOR MAN. That's an addiction that I've developed. Kind of like spamming only...longer. This week might not get any RP entry unless it's tomorrow or Monday or something. Oh, well. It happens.

 

I was thinking the other day that the "BC AIN'T BAD COMPANY" thread could use a little CPR to get it going again. Might even get reyler to spam in it if Red will? Since I don't have the time available like I used to, perhaps you would consider giving it the first breath and chest compression? Just a thought.

 

Good "seeing" you old friend. Gotta git.

 

Love,

Gramps

[mcs0083]

Okay. Hope to talk to you again :)

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

send out for some pillars and cecil b demille

 

name that tune

[reyler]

Somewhere in all that kissing of my ass, I thought I saw an assumption being made that A) I listen to the radio, and B) that in doing so I listen specifically to Kid Rock.

 

This is the sort of thinking that needs to be adjusted. Preferably with a crescent wrench.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

I thought it was sarcasm

[reyler]

I think it's more that he has a long-standing complaint about Kid Rock and hears his music on the radio far too often for his liking and is under the misapprehension that everyone else is equally afflicted by this problem.

 

The belief that other people live in the same world as you do is a widespread disease.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

the radio? i always read that in forms, that people listen to the radio, but... just can't relate. last time i listened it had all merged into one station with the same playlist. that and npr, and ic an't stay conscious for npr.

Edited December 18, 2011 by cindy

[reyler]

Maybe it's that uninterested droning voice they all talk in on NPR?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

that's exactly what it is. i could carpool door to door and save myself driving 300 miles a week... but he listens to npr, and i can't handle the voices.

[bad company]

Just introduce them to the ones in your head

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

I need the ones in my head alert or I'd have to think for myself

[reyler]

♫ The voices say hello

Imprisoned, they're invisible

We look a lot alike ♫

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

what else would they talk about but me?