I miss all the dear departed souls here. I feel like just hanging up my green wig. Will we ever be as we were?
No.
We will never be as we were.
We have lost much.
We mourn. I mourn.
But.
That glass is still there.
I, for one, will pick it back up.
I will fill it.
Remembering those who have passed, I will raise it.
I will remember them as I drink.
I AM STILL HERE.
I miss all the dear departed souls here. I feel like just hanging up my green wig. Will we ever be as we were?
No.
We will never be as we were.
We have lost much.
We mourn. I mourn.
But.
That glass is still there.
I, for one, will pick it back up.
I will fill it.
Remembering those who have passed, I will raise it.
I will remember them as I drink.
I AM STILL HERE.
I MISS THEM. I WILL KEEP THIS PLACE ALIVE.
And I will drink my share, and theirs as well.
Space Monkey for an All Star post!
Now you're ready for some anti-dry-otics!-BeerMakesMeSmarter
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider
I miss all the dear departed souls here. I feel like just hanging up my green wig. Will we ever be as we were?
No.
We will never be as we were.
We have lost much.
We mourn. I mourn.
But.
That glass is still there.
I, for one, will pick it back up.
I will fill it.
Remembering those who have passed, I will raise it.
I will remember them as I drink.
I AM STILL HERE.
I MISS THEM. I WILL KEEP THIS PLACE ALIVE.
And I will drink my share, and theirs as well.
Space Monkey for an All Star post!
Yup. His and Mr Viking's. Hell, most of these are good in this thread. All Star Thread.
Ya know, I didn't really know what bunions were, except that in books, old ladies wore cut out slippers to ease them. But then my darling stepdaughter came to live with us after being hidden away by the giant seacow manatee. And even though she was only sixteen, she had bunions. I found out she was using a razor on them and I just about had a fit. Soaking in epsom salts helped a bit. Today she wears pointy-toed high heels, so I guess the bunions never came back.
wait, maybe she was razoring her corns off. anyway, she had bunions too. corns, there's another thing you don't hear about much these days. anyway, painful feet will just wreck you. i wore a pair of old wedgie thongs this past weekend, and by the time we went to the second appliance showroom i was limping like i really earned my handicap hangtag.
Ya know, I didn't really know what bunions were, except that in books, old ladies wore cut out slippers to ease them. But then my darling stepdaughter came to live with us after being hidden away by the giant seacow manatee. And even though she was only sixteen, she had bunions. I found out she was using a razor on them and I just about had a fit. Soaking in epsom salts helped a bit. Today she wears pointy-toed high heels, so I guess the bunions never came back.
wait, maybe she was razoring her corns off. anyway, she had bunions too. corns, there's another thing you don't hear about much these days. anyway, painful feet will just wreck you. i wore a pair of old wedgie thongs this past weekend, and by the time we went to the second appliance showroom i was limping like i really earned my handicap hangtag.
Mmmm... Corn liquor. Eeentersting.
Btw, flip-flops are cool for most, but I like my over-the-ugly-toe-knuckle addidas kick-offs... Image below. They're the best for me because I can't stand anything between my toes...
However, wearing a G-string thong in an appliance store showroom takes balls to pull off. A greasy bathroom usually keeps me warm as well.
Please don't ever leave guys, I just found this place!
"They told me to see the glass half full cause some see it as half empty
I chose to see the glass twice the size it needed to be" - Pharoahe Monch, 'Broken Again'
Yes Ms. Lady S. stay with us. You can't leave the only other she-drunk out here alone in the drunkard sausage fest.
You're the only other girl? Damn. I remember when we were a flock. A rather small flock, but there, nonetheless. All I know is, I wandered here back in the beginning of 2003, and you can't scrape me off with a chisel.
Ya know, I didn't really know what bunions were, except that in books, old ladies wore cut out slippers to ease them. But then my darling stepdaughter came to live with us after being hidden away by the giant seacow manatee. And even though she was only sixteen, she had bunions. I found out she was using a razor on them and I just about had a fit. Soaking in epsom salts helped a bit. Today she wears pointy-toed high heels, so I guess the bunions never came back.
wait, maybe she was razoring her corns off. anyway, she had bunions too. corns, there's another thing you don't hear about much these days. anyway, painful feet will just wreck you. i wore a pair of old wedgie thongs this past weekend, and by the time we went to the second appliance showroom i was limping like i really earned my handicap hangtag.
Mmmm... Corn liquor. Eeentersting.
Btw, flip-flops are cool for most, but I like my over-the-ugly-toe-knuckle addidas kick-offs... Image below. They're the best for me because I can't stand anything between my toes...
However, wearing a G-string thong in an appliance store showroom takes balls to pull off. A greasy bathroom usually keeps me warm as well.
Cheerio!
Well, color me corn fused. Are you talking about your toe knuckles, or your moose knuckles?
"Chillicothe Correction Institution, or CCI, is a state-run medium security prison on the west bank of the Scioto River just outside Chillicothe, Ohio. It is located adjacent to Ross Correctional Institution and Hopewell Culture National Historical Park. The prison is a former military camp, named for Civil War general William Tecumseh Sherman. It later became a federal penitentiary and has housed several high-profile prisoners including Charles Manson in 1952,[2] bootlegger Junior Johnson, and serial killer Anthony Sowell. Sowell currently resides there and is on death row. "
I do wear flip-flops, zoris, thongs...whatever. I live in SmothererCalifornia. And if don't die from the resurgence of the smog, I will surely die during the next big fire season. Yes, here in Tumbleweed Junction, we have 4 seasons. Winner--when it might rain, and by god, this year it did rain. Then you have Sprang. It's sorta warm, but sometimes a bit gloomy. There comes the main season. Summer. Otherwise known as 100 Degrees and above; you gotta crank up the air and reverse-hibernate. Then there is Oughtum. Like, it oughtum be cooler than this, but it isn't. Doesn't really start until---oddly enough---Halloween. You might prefer to wear a sweater, if you are an old lady cancer survivor like me, but it is temperate.. Then your summer-fried ass suddenly needs a coat to greet the TOTS. That Jack-O-Lantern will rot mighty quick. Because it is still rather warm/hot. Except at night, when the homeless people shiver.Because winner has shown up. The GD circle of life.
I do wear flip-flops, zoris, thongs...whatever. I live in SmothererCalifornia. And if don't die from the resurgence of the smog, I will surely die during the next big fire season. Yes, here in Tumbleweed Junction, we have 4 seasons. Winner--when it might rain, and by god, this year it did rain. Then you have Sprang. It's sorta warm, but sometimes a bit gloomy. There comes the main season. Summer. Otherwise known as 100 Degrees and above; you gotta crank up the air and reverse-hibernate. Then there is Oughtum. Like, it oughtum be cooler than this, but it isn't. Doesn't really start until---oddly enough---Halloween. You might prefer to wear a sweater, if you are an old lady cancer survivor like me, * but it is temperate.. Then your summer-fried ass suddenly needs a coat to greet the TOTS. That Jack-O-Lantern will rot mighty quick. Because it is still rather warm/hot. Except at night, when the homeless people shiver.Because winner has shown up. The GD circle of life.
* okay, maybe that is just me. but I usually just don one of my capes.