Just went through that with my wife's Mom Dag....it's hard, hope it works out ok...didn't in our case, but my wife took that family leave thing and spent every single last day with her...something to look into if you haven't considered it yet, she was SO glad she did.

well, that's a shame. you can only take a joke when you;re not involved, it would seem.

YOU

BIG

BABY

I can take a joke just fine, thanks. There's plenty of evidence here to support that.

And hey, if calling me a big baby makes you feel better, have at it.

yeah, like when dave joked about you being unemployed and you told HIM you weren't his friend anymore? I see.

yeah, you're cool. not.

Getting yourself ready for the Oscars, eh?

That's true, but didn't Brian say that Dagney need some vibes a couple of weeks ago? Never mind that we didn't know what for, but asking people for vibes is usually not about anything good.

Ah well.

i love your choice of words there!!!!
"shitstirrer"
maybe we could implant that next to his screen name?? UT?

I really should not disturb this site;

My heart and most deep condolences go to Dagney, Hope things turn for the better.

No, and nobody else either.
Listen up folks, I’m only going through this one time. This is the fucking internet! It is escapism, as much as TV, or movies, or books, or a hobby. It is not reality, it is not your real life, this is “Cheers”. Stop in for a drink and laugh at the locals, or lurk at a side table. If someone is willing, you can discuss something trivial or serious. You can ask advice, bitch about life, rave about the Yankees or decry the decline of western civilization. Stop in for a quickie or tie one on till last call. Remember to tip your bartender.
You’re here to be entertained or in some cases to entertain, so there’s no need to be hostile. You get plenty of that in the real world that’s waiting outside the Cellar. If you stop in, and find your not in the mood, go home. That way you’ll always be welcome back.:violin:

OK, I've said my piece. If you don't agree, fuck ya, ya moron.:haha: :haha:

HOLY CRAP....that's what I was trying to say.

You're so fucking eloquent Bruce.

See, this vibe, bitchy, we need to get along crap really torques me the wrong way.

Shut up, fuck off, go away...doesn't seem to work with the twits...they just keep hangin on, so I think UT needs to put xoxoBruce and Slang in charge of cybersecurity.

I'll be backup...in the corner with Wolf....one of us will be subduing the other, but available if needed.

They ARE in charge, they just don't know it yet

Apparently, nobody learned with the dave nonsense how much this shit sucks.

Seriously. Hardly any time has passed since the last bit of needless melodrama: I see the same cage of baboons. Normally they just play frisbee with their feces, but today they're waging cagal thermoshitular war. Shit is graffitied on the wall, crude drawings in excrement. Stool for breakfast, lunch, and dinner: forced on young and innocent passersby, or sold for a buck fifty at the Café de Merde.

In the end, you'll have done amazing things with ordure, but it's still a lot of crap. You smell funny, and after you shower you're back where you started. At best, one or two of the people with weak noses have been chased off, but what sort of progress is that?


Ahem.

(I guess I took too long typing, but I'm too proud of my scheisse to throw it away now.)

:thumb:

Love ya, Bruce! I'd be stranded with you on a desert island any day!

An apology
 

Dag,

I said this when I was pissed. Sorry. I really won't do anything to purposefully make you look bad. That's not me. Seriously. I fuck around a lot, but that kind of thing is malicious, nonproductive, and unfunny.

To be clear, this is not a request for an apology on your part. Hate on. Nor is it an apology for the rest of my posts. I just want to assure you that I will not give you any more shit than I give anyone else. I plan to behave as if this day did not happen.

sycamore however, can kiss my ass...... I have a step stool if he can't reach, and a whole day off tomorrow.


edit: to point out the utter lack of smilies.