True, just now. And honestly that was significantly more shocking than learning that Bill Clinton is oh so extremely closely related to a very powerful magician. Where else would he have learned to do all that slight of hand?
The next poster entertains children with slight of hand.
I'm neutral on the subject, and I don't watch Nashville.
The next poster is now depressed that even on a BG forum they are reminded of their failure to find a mate and procreate as they previously only had to hear about it from their mother.
Hah, if only. I also get the worlds least subtle inquiries from both grandmothers.
The next poster enjoys pretending to not understand the direction that their [grand]mother[s] leading questions are going, only answering them to the exact letter.
True: When was a kiddo, back when dinosaurs roamed freely, I would eat eggs sunny side up , or scrambled with grape jelly. The thought of eating either these decades later is nauseating.
The next poster had to park and wait out a storm in the morning commute due to visibility issues.
I think that would be a fine idea! I could kill for pint is a favourite motto of mine...
The best pub crawl near us is the ten locks. 11 pubs on a flight of locks on a canal. Starting at the Corn Exchange (Basically what you loaded the old canal boat up with...) Proceed to the Vine, a bit posh this one, Then onto the the Bull and Bladder (Where CAMRA began and was born...) proper tiled floor covered in straw to soak up the revelry as it were... and them some other pubs... I can't remember these pub names?!? mushed have slapped meee mummory... Theeeennnn onwwwaaaarrrds!!!! Yow can roll dowwn the hilly like... And you end up at the tenth lock... Thar isss a noother pab, but it tooo far from the kebabab ship.
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Thenn ya fall in da canal... And tha taxi doh tak ya home cus ya whet thru... I'm a sad panda...
*Anduin wipes a tear from his eye from all the happy memory cells he killed.*
The next poster likes hot chilli sos on their kebab.
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The next poster is in pain due to curry overdose.
The next poster is ambidextrous.
The next poster thinks it would be fine for @Shandyr to hang out in the tomb.
The next poster is having a curry this weekend.
The next poster is in fact star basketball player Stephen Curry.
The next poster is a master of disguise.
The next poster loves food.
The next poster would prefer to eat a hot dog over a hamburger.
The next poster has something shocking they're going to reveal.
The next poster has seen the trailer for the new ghostbusters movie.
*I mean anything is possible
The next poster entertains children with slight of hand.
The next poster has more than 1.5 children.
The next poster has less than 0.5 children
The next poster think the humor in this thread is going to the dark side....
The next poster watches the "Nashville" series.
The next poster has no interest in ever having kids.
The next poster is now depressed that even on a BG forum they are reminded of their failure to find a mate and procreate as they previously only had to hear about it from their mother.
The next poster enjoys pretending to not understand the direction that their [grand]mother[s] leading questions are going, only answering them to the exact letter.
The next poster believes in life after death.
The next poster believes in mind over matter.
We need to free the oppressed Matter and overthrow the Mind supremacists once and for all!
The next poster has neglected to cut their toenails.
The next poster is cold right now.
The next poster had to park and wait out a storm in the morning commute due to visibility issues.
The next poster is Bhaal.
The next poster will join me in a murderous pub crawl.
The best pub crawl near us is the ten locks. 11 pubs on a flight of locks on a canal. Starting at the Corn Exchange (Basically what you loaded the old canal boat up with...) Proceed to the Vine, a bit posh this one, Then onto the the Bull and Bladder (Where CAMRA began and was born...) proper tiled floor covered in straw to soak up the revelry as it were... and them some other pubs... I can't remember these pub names?!? mushed have slapped meee mummory... Theeeennnn onwwwaaaarrrds!!!! Yow can roll dowwn the hilly like... And you end up at the tenth lock... Thar isss a noother pab, but it tooo far from the kebabab ship.
...
Thenn ya fall in da canal... And tha taxi doh tak ya home cus ya whet thru... I'm a sad panda...
*Anduin wipes a tear from his eye from all the happy memory cells he killed.*
The next poster likes hot chilli sos on their kebab.