Bugged

Only in the summertime. And I speak for both of us when I say that.

I can only speak for myself when I say 'yes'. I'm sure I've punted a football once or twice in my life with little success. I guess I just wasn't inspired enough. But ya know, practice makes perfect and even if it took multi attempts, I'd be willing to try my hand at the sport that Stuka mentioned.

After reading your other post - the one about playing a sport - I know we have one thing in common, anyhow.

More appealing, less appalling. Potayto, potahto. Either way, I'll take it as a good thing. *grin*

Such a colourful little story. This place has seen its share of colourful stories and, indeed, colourful characters, eh. Some characters are like the dusty blue walls of the spare bedroom that you called your own during the summers that you spent at Grandma's house as a child. That welcome blue colour that changes shade slightly with the light of the sun as it goes across the day sky. That welcome colour of blue that, regardless of the shade it may take on due to the light which shines upon it, is a colour that's always fondly familiar and, in that, comforting. Then there's the neon orange colour of the flashing sign outside the window on the east side of the cheap motel at which you rented a room back when you were a starving college student who needed a place to stay one night because your roommate threw you out of your shared flat because he found out that you messed with his girlfriend. That annoying neon orange colour that manages to permeate through your closed eyelids. That neon orange colour that forces you to lie on your right side, with your back to it, facing the wall. That neon orange colour that, even then, while facing away from it, still manages to permeate your closed eyelids as it reflects off the wall in front of you. Sure, that flashing orange neon sign spells out the truth: TAKE-OUT===> Indeed, there is take-out to be found there. But you don't respect the neon orange sign just because it says there's take-out to the right of it. You don't like the neon orange sign. You accept it as 'one of those things that just is'. That neon orange colour will always have a place in your memories. But not a good place. It's that neon orange colour that you know you won't miss if you were never to see it again. Ah, but it's that familiar dusty blue colour that you welcome warmly when you see it again. You welcome it because it belongs. It, too, will always have a place in your memories. And it's a good place.

*ponders the above post* I don't understand why, with inflation being the animal that it is, the deposit on a coke bottle has never gone up. Or has it? Hmm...

Isn't that a vermiform marmoset? </font>

Peanut butter. Although we do have Marmite here in Canada, I've yet to try it.

C'mon, admit it... if you were in the vicinity, you'd be keen to get over there too. Or maybe I'm projecting here. Anyhow, all MBT members could probably be flies on the wall and if anyone there noticed they'd just blame Lars for letting us in with his 3-day-old shrimp.

Yes, you looked dapper, and your bride is drop-dead gorgeous. Congrats on your nuptials.

Are you there to pour dalem the drink he requested on April 11? Better late than never, and all that?

*waves back* Okay, so you've obviously gotten over having lost to me in the leg wrestling match. <font size=0> ...all three times</font size>.

And Seanachai will meet them, spreading rose petals before their feet. Leaping and cavorting... possibly even doing a buck and wing, inviting them in for a jolly sing-song, while wearing pied pantaloons and a cape made of ostrich feathers and monkey skulls. See him now, as he leaps a full... 4 inches off the ground... (he really needs to work on his calf muscles)... spinning like a dervish until his pointy little head is dizzy, and then leaning against the wall, while his lunch spews from his mouth. I really think we should reconsider this whole "Seanachai as PR frontman" idea. </font>

That's what you get for checking in to hotels with a flashing neon sign in the window that just says, "SADIE'S". Of course, the live mariachi band in the lobby must be counted as a plus. Michael </font>

I don't understand you. Explain yourself* Use finger puppets. *(Good luck with that!) </font>

If you want something interesting to do while out on the town, challenge Bugged to an Indian Leg Wrestle. I did. However there's no Indians in Australia (well no North American types) so yours truly took her on. 3 times.... and got done each time....(that's Aussie for 'I lost') I'm impressed, not only is she good looking enough but she leg wrestles. Now if she can open beer bottles with her belly button I'd be really, really impressed. </font>

Hey, I'm curious, in what age group are these "Older Ladies"? I'm not familiar with this command. What is it you're asking of them? I'm not sure if it's the 'sports' bit of your story that I'm unable to follow or if it's the 'Aussie' bit. Either way, I'm lost (not that that's unusual or anything).

You do that a lot? ... Michael </font>

Maybe you should take up curling. That's a popular sport in Canada, right? You'd be out in the fresh air, exercising, staying healthy and youthful. Probably add decades to your sex life. Michael </font>

Uh, okay. Michael </font>

The irony is that you say your snow is courtesy of an Alberta Clipper, yet here in Southern Alberta, we have almost no snow. Tee-hee. You're welcome.

You really, sincerely need a hobby. </font>

Sword of Rome, eh? Who is playing as "the Greeks" and what is the significance of this? I've been wondering about this since January 24th.

That car makes me want to jump up on its hood and start singing Greased Lightning. Is that the jolly sing-song you were looking for?

So...are you now a big fan of, say, Hannah Montana? Michael </font>