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I wanna hear details of peddling in foreign lands.

Sorry. I'm ingrained. I hear wicked loud bangs and see tremendous flashes of searing hot light coming down from the sky I'm thinking Putin. YMMV I'll be trying to cram my plump azz under a desk.

DUCK and COVER. DUCK and COVER!!!! Oh, sorry The lightning flashed me back to first grade. I used to fit under the desk better. Alas.

Pics or it didn't happen. I wanna see the whole process; you with the ak47, the victim, the bloody scene of the crime, into the pot and lastly, tacos.

Happy Fathers Day, lads.

Have any of you been following this Karen Reed trial? I haven't but wonder how they can try and convict both a former president and son of a president in less time than this trial is taking.

Tripper, I'm surprised you didn't recognize the Ents, since you're so old you got to see them in person

What he ^^^^ said. Although I just got out of work so I missed the day. Still, a nice evening for an adult beverage on the deck

Already has

Golly Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.

I was driving through the central artery tunnel when the Apocalypshake happened Other than the roof collapsing onto cars and the swarms of zombies coming up through the cracks I didn't notice a thing.

Rectal glaucoma For when you wake up and just can't see your ass making it in to work that morning

I'm calling bullsh!t. That's a Hallmark Holiday!

Send me a sketch.

Sad news. Steve Andberg has decided to retire and will be closing The Witches Brew on June 1. While I'm happy for my friends Steve and Kay, it's still sad. We've had a lot of laughs, made lifelong friendships and had some great (and not so great) beer there over the years. If there's an...

Not looking forward to getting the yard back in order after this winter

Might ward off the fing Hausfrau texting as she drives down Bay Road and didn't see the 250 pound nurse dressed in skin tight neon Lycra on the Connondale that she just biffed into the woods. Good idea'

I'm fine. I'm too much of a curmudgeon to do the graceful thing and check out early. (Much to the lovely Mrs TheNurse's disappointment.). My breathing has improved to the point that I'm looking forward to pulling out my bicycle from the shed soon. I've been able to get back out into the...

Didn't croak. Went to my colleague, a pulmonologist whom I've kown for years, he described my situation as "Well you didn't die but I wouldn't want to come that close." And that's why we're not just colleagues but friends

Did f'ing Dakota kill this thread? WTF?