Lars

To use an oldie but a goodie, "you touch yourself when you write this stuff, don't you?" Steve </font>

Can I suck the chocolate off and put them back in the bowl?

Just a note on this sad wintery August day. I'm Forty today. And in honor of it, God has made the temp match my age. I'm so damn blessed...

You forgot the fact that we can enjoy a beautiful autumnal day. In friggin August...

Comic book grog. Hardly surprising either, now that I think about it.

All turns out. Time to get drunker.

I have my browser set to white letters on a black background, so it doesn't bother me in the least. Well, besides actually reading the drivel...

Story of your life, eh?

What's a Rune? </font>

I can only blame spending time in Cheesehead Land for the error. You could feel the intelligence just draining away into the countryside. It was kinda weird. They both did the same thing but one did it upside down. Must have been a Aussie pilot.

Speaking of which, send a turn Chuckles so we can finish Berli's little abortion.

And I'm back. The usual lot at the show this year. As you can see, P-51's in flying around in abundance (two did a pretty good acrobatic routine) with the usual assortment of rare birds such as a ME109 and a Spitfire flying together. Also, lots of B-25's this year for some reason. But the rare bird award goes to The Last SB2C Helldiver. Very cool when he dived on the runway and lit off the 1000 ft Wall of Flame.

No Turns For You!!! Back Tuesday. Mwuhahahaha....

Hey! I gunned him down early! He even had UberFinns, 'twas no fuss at all.

Time for a Zen garden then. Unless you meditate on the reproductive processes of gnomes. In which case, seek help.

My father always told me the true test of a marriage is if you could wallpaper together and still love each other at the end. As you're single, and apparently a pasty sissy, I hope you get a grip tonight. {btw, ever consider paneling?}

Kneecaps first I would think. Then you could just beat him with the cricket bat at your leisure while sitting around drinking beer.

We just don't like having to send PBEM turn files to your local library. Librarians are cranky enough.

She's use to you giving food stamps, eh? In other news, I might even send out turns tonight.

I always said you should be institutionalized. Congrats!

Ah, I can just see Dalem re-enacting Easy Rider on that. Gonna need a bigger gas tank though... Where's Persephone?

With this lot, it'd be a circular firing squad. But then again, Shaw's little lifeclock has been blinking red for a long time now. Sort of a win/win then.

And he didn't even capitalize the W in women. They'll have his danglies for castanets...

Seanachai, dalem, Papa Kahn, you lads missed a rather good chance to be on the big lake for the weekend. Seems there were these idjits who had gotten a hold of a large amount of fireworks and, for some odd reason, a parachute flare gun. As we sat out on the water and watched them proceed to stick a match to what used to be perfectly good drinking money, we all got a good chuckle when they discovered why you don't shoot a parachute flare gun off unless you really need to. Seems the parachute doesn't always deploy. Go figure. So we sat and watched the glowing red ball sail up from one side of the lake, over our heads, and into the houses on the other side of the lake. In the silence that followed the "OH SH*T!!!" that rang out was rather priceless. So I suggest which ever one of you that pulled the trigger lay low, as you burned the place to the ground.

Then you're doing it wrong.