Mornin' {{{{Ben}}}}
Also shoutin' out to Angel ... come out and play in the daytime!
opps I gues that was last night she showed up ....my bad
Did you guys have a nice weekend?
benoutwitted wrote:Did you guys have a nice weekend?
It was a total loss!
Crappy weather (cold and windy) ... couldn't do anything outside.
Awww sorry to hear that...it was beautiful out here...didn't see much of it on saturday ...but yesturday was perfect
benoutwitted wrote:Did you guys have a nice weekend?
Yeah, I had a pretty good weekend. Saturday was a real pretty day, sunny and close to 60, yesterday was cooler, only up to mid 40's. I spent most of yesterday working on a business plan for something my wife is trying to get started.
I had a rather interesting experience this weekend which involved speaking to several burly detectives in a small room with a single bulb suspended over a table. My hands were cuffed to the chair and one of the guys (the 275 lb guy) kept repeatedly punching me in the face, knocking several teeth out in the process, as he yelled, "Where's the dame, Ratzenhofer? Where's the dame?" He kept hitting me over and over until I finally slipped into an unconscious state and when I woke up it was night time and I was bound and gagged and tied to the railroad track.
I heard the approaching train and I watched, terrified, as its headlight grew alarmingly fast in size. Seconds before it hit me an airplane crashed into it, knocking it off the track and sending wreckage all around me.
I wasn't hit by any of the wreckage but I did catch on fire and as I screamed, being slowly burned alive, the fire ate through the ropes, freeing me, and I dove into a small, water-filled drainage ditch alongside the tracks.
A hissing sound could be heard and steam rose from the cooling process of my body.
I was now naked and charred and it took me a good deal of time to hitch a ride into town. A guy pulling a vegetable cart behind a burro finally stopped and told me to jump in the back, amongst the radishes, and he would see to it that I got to town.
Once there I cleaned up and put some ointment and bandages on and then went bowling.
I had a 189 the first game and was feeling pretty good about it, but the subsequent games plummeted into the 150 range and I got pissed off, blamed the bowling shoes, and proceeded to get drunk on my ass.
That was pretty much my weekend. Not much happened really.
Gus ... seek some help, NOW!
I am beyond help, but thanks for your concern.
<gustav begins to pull the wings off some nearby bugs>
I would have never pegged you for a bowler!
The things you learn on A2K.
Imagine my surprise
that you found something with three holes in it and chose not to molest it!
I always thought Gus was one of those two-finger bowlers.
Actually, I don't use a bowling ball when bowling, but rather a ping pong ball. It makes for a much more challenging game.
You must have very tiny fingers.
Next time you roll your eyes at me, you will see how tiny my fingers are...
AS I BREAK YOURS!!
ahem...er...sorry, old boy. Haven't had my coffee yet.
Drink up! Haven't seen you shout like that before. Was that an exposed nerve ending?
(eyes not rolling)
