I'm tempted to log in as Your Old Pal footfootfoot to start this thread but that would be too much work, but...
Here's the thing. Everyone loves a good drift and this thread is not a "hall of fame" of thread drift, this is where you drift the thread by "fixed it for ya" part of the thread above you.
Let's see where we can drift.
Here's the thing. Everyone loves a good snowjob...
Let's see where we can Griff.
FIFY
It's not what you know, but who you blow.
Now you can drift back to Griff.
The only other Griff I've know was a huge Meth dealer. Except this book(World Without End) I'm reading now, one of the horses is named Griff.
I knew a Griff in college. He was a big lovable nerd, computer programmer/ren-faire type.
"Indicting" is a very strange word, don't you think?
The only other Griff I've know was a huge Meth dealer. Except this book(World Without End) I'm reading now, one of the horses is named Griff.
I knew a Griff in college. He was a big lovable nerd, computer programmer/ren-faire type.
So many flavors of Griff out there.
So many favors for Griff out there.
Sexual, party, drive him to the airport....
I once met Dennis Weaver at the Nashville airport, shook his hand, told him I watched 'McCloud'. I was eight.
So many flavors of Griff out there.
If you ever write your autobiography, it should be called "The Many Flavors of Griff".
Mine is going to be titled "No Connection to Direction" to illustrate the fact I have no sense of space and time, and the fact that I'm such a flighty "what should I do with myself" kind of person.
Shawnee'ie's post doesn't need fixing, you just need to interpret it correctly to see that she's a tree-huggin', Obama-Lovin' socailistic kind of a moran.
I don't understand. Isn't this supposed to be "like a party"?
Shawnee'ie's post doesn't need fixing, you just need to interpret it correctly to see that she's a tree-huggin', Obama-Lovin' socailistic kind of a moran.
You forgot to mention my bleeding heart. :mad:
Peace out, chica! :)
(Your bleedin' heart will drip on you)
Your bleedin' heart will make you wince
You'll wash and wash and try pre-rinse
But clean won't come 'spite what you do
Your bleedin' heart will drip on you
When drops come down like falling rain
You'll stand around the shower drain
You'll mop the floor all day
It's true, your bleedin' heart will drip on you
When drops come down...
Your bleedin' heart will drip on you.
(sorry Hank)
Drip it does, typically from a stab wound to the back from a "friend." ;)
One day, I'll learn.
you'll never learn. NEVER! consider the snowmobiles...
Consider that I've shaken hands with Tiny Tim and Jim Bakker. They both had damp, limp handshakes.
Are you sure that was their hands?