Yesterday was my son's one year birthday. Amazed at how quickly a year passes...
Every 27th customer will get a ball-peen hammer, free!
I worked at a Kmart a few years ago to make some cash for the holidays. I was having a break in the back room when two of the store security employees came in talking about someone who had tried to steal an xbox in his coat. Being the inquisitive young man that I am, I immediately asked if anyone had ever tried to take a Wii in their pants.
I think that was meant for COokie Monster's thread.
Your Mom was meant for COokie Monster's thread.
Penguins are cute!
That's no ordinary penguin...
How?
That's icky.
MY SON TRENT WOULD'VE BEEN 14 THIS MONTH.
"I'VE GROWN TIRED OF ASKING, SO THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME..."
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My daughter would have been 4. Life can really suck, as you well know.
More sad news with loss of Ingrid Pitt, she rarely got the chance to show her range but she left behind an astonishing body of work and I hope it's not inappropriate to add that they really don't build them like Ingrid anymore.
Bye for now my dear.
ok it's not so random:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEBIw0hHadk&feature=player_embedded
250 Introductions of 185 People, Groups & Things
fasebuuk froghumps efelant buttasplodes . . . clearly.
I've had one of those days.
Just letting you know in case I come over as even more 'special' and 'individual' than I normally do.
When the diverted septum divulged it's intensions, I knew the bird had coup'd my boots.
As the last of 2008's pickled onions are about to be consumed pushing last year's to the fore, commencement of the 2010 pickling has begun with the brining of the onions (this year with a hint of garlic and ginger, last year it was a hint of lemon).
The special brining of the onions dance was a bit lackluster as I've been in Edinburgh and my ankles are not exactly my own.
I hereby declare eggs not to be a fruit.
Also, dirty diapers will no longer be accepted as legal tender.
Do Homestar Runner lines count as random thoughts?
There is no lingerie in space…
C3PX said: Gaffer is like that hot girl in high school that you think you have a chance with even though she is way out of your league because she is sweet and not a stuck up bitch who pretends you don’t exist… then one day you spot her making out with some skinny twerp, only on second glance you realize it is the goth girl who always sits in the back of class; at that moment it dawns on you why she is never seen hanging off the arm of any of the jocks… and you realize, damn, she really is unobtainable after all. Not that that is going to stop you from dreaming… Only in this case, Gaffer is actually a guy.
^Does that?
They do if you randomly happen to think of them. :p
Pickled onions done and shifted to the back of the cupboard and last years shifted to the front.
Always remember to rotate those pickles.
Oh look it's belting down snow outside, lucky I stocked up the Chateau pantry.
Snow clumps the size of dead leaves, very pretty but not the sort of thing I like to transit through.
What happened to that thread where I was always crushing everyone on that daily trivia quiz?
RIP Leslie Nielsen...
A Goon in a Gaggle of 'em