Boo Radley Posted July 29, 2008 Author Share Posted July 29, 2008 Well, they're for suppositories…explains the tang, don't it? I don't know. Why don't you explain how you know what suppositories taste like. Come on. We're all waiting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted July 29, 2008 Share Posted July 29, 2008 Very simple, much like you. Stuka says they taste tangy. If you'd like to prove him wrong, feel free. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 29, 2008 Author Share Posted July 29, 2008 Very simple, much like you. Stuka says they taste tangy. If you'd like to prove him wrong, feel free. [Full Joe Shaw Mode] No, Lars, YOU said, and I quote: "Well, they're for suppositories…explains the tang, don't it?" Showing that you have some expertise in the matter of suppositories and their taste, and we (And by we, I of course mean I) would like to hear how you came by this knowledge. Personal experience? Hearsay? Night classes? Come, lad... you're among... friends. [/Full Joe Shaw Mode] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted July 29, 2008 Share Posted July 29, 2008 Yes, as I explained, I have the advantage of knowledge of Stuka's experience Granted, it's not much of an advantage, or much of an experience, but there you go. At least I'll retain the knowledge than he'll retain Shaw's pill. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abbott Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 So, I'm back from the wasteland of North Dakota. Went there with my very good friend whose Mom died in May. Went up there with her to help sort and pack what the kids wanted. We would sit on the back porch in the evening, and drink white wine, and I would smoke a cigar. We would talk about family, and loss, and life, and death, and how you deal with losing your last parent, which makes you a 'grownup', the adult child with no parents. Sometimes she cried a bit. I'd do my bit, where I'd use mirrors and love and humor to make it seem like the pain should be no big deal, sitting there in the accumulation of a family's entire history, and I'm only there to show them how to juggle deciding whether it's better to laugh or cry or maybe just sing. And I'm so bloody tired, and I will remain tired, and I will go away, tonight, so that I might say more tomorrow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 Well thats a bloody cheery bedtime story now isn't it kiddies? C'mon Seanachai. shirley you must have a good truck story to tell us? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 30, 2008 Author Share Posted July 30, 2008 Yep. One of the final steps to adulthood is outliving your parents. Haven't reached that one yet, thankfully. Another step is having children. Won't need to worry about that one either. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abbott Posted July 30, 2008 Share Posted July 30, 2008 Another step is having children. Won't need to worry about that one either. That certainly is good news. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 31, 2008 Author Share Posted July 31, 2008 Yes, as I explained, I have the advantage of knowledge of Stuka's experience Granted, it's not much of an advantage, or much of an experience, but there you go. At least I'll retain the knowledge than he'll retain Shaw's pill. I hear he also retains water. Is this why his ankles are the size of bowling balls? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 I hear he also retains water. Is this why his ankles are the size of bowling balls? It might explain why his head is so swollen. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted July 31, 2008 Author Share Posted July 31, 2008 It might explain why his head is so swollen. Michael I figured that was just because hot air rises. Wait... who are we talking about? Joe or Stuka? Does it even matter? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted July 31, 2008 Share Posted July 31, 2008 Of course it matters! I'm the good looking one.....and also the smart one. Joe is my side-kick, my fall-guy, the Tonto to my Lone Ranger, the Robin to my Batman, the Goering to my Guderian. Yin and Yang we are...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 Yin and Yang we are...... Better hope your wife doesn't learn about that...or your boss. I hear that in those Arab countries you can be put to death for that kind of carrying on. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 Well, officially that sort of carry on is illegal in Arab countries but from rumours that abound, unofficially that sort of carry on is practically compulsory among the younger guys before they get married off... Is that the sound of Emry's stampeding to his travel agent I hear? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 Is that the sound of Emry's stampeding to his travel agent I hear? No, I suspect that you are confusing that with the rumble of all your bad karma descending on you. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted August 1, 2008 Author Share Posted August 1, 2008 Of course it matters! I'm the good looking one.....and also the smart one. Joe is my side-kick, my fall-guy, the Tonto to my Lone Ranger, the Robin to my Batman, the Goering to my Guderian. Yin and Yang we are...... No, I'm sorry, but that just doesn't work. Yin and Yang are opposites. One isn't the sidekick to the other. You had a perfectly good string of metaphors going there and then you had to blow the whole concept by trying to get cute. sigh... I wish you'd recognize your limitations. Lord knows the rest of us do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 One of my limitations is that I fail to see limitations. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 You had a perfectly good string of metaphors going there and then you had to blow the whole concept by trying to get cute. The story of Stuka's life. The last part anyway. He tries to do Fred Astaire but trips and falls headlong down the stairs. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abbott Posted August 1, 2008 Share Posted August 1, 2008 One of my limitations is that I fail I wholeheartedly agree. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patchy Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 Hi Pillocks! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted August 2, 2008 Share Posted August 2, 2008 it's about time! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted August 3, 2008 Author Share Posted August 3, 2008 it's about time! It's about space! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted August 3, 2008 Share Posted August 3, 2008 It's about space! In between your ears. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted August 3, 2008 Author Share Posted August 3, 2008 In between your ears. Noba. sigh... No, you pantaloon! It's the lyrics from a mid 60's sitcome, "It's About Time"! It was a delightfully stupid story about two astronauts who go back in time and meet up with cavemen. Sort of like when anybody goes to Oddstralia. It lasted about a half a season. Much longer, in fact, than you will be lasting in our present battle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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