Burrito Boy

Aren't you afraid of a security guard applying his five fingers upside your head?

Hmmm. Having kids confirms that you've been with a woman. I guess you did destroy your geek cred.

Spice

That doesn't destroy your geek cred. It confirms that you're an uber-geek. I think you got lost on the way to the weird, random facts thread.

I was reminded of this by another thread: I have never dressed up as a superhero or even pretended to be one.

If it's any consolation, I don't know what they're talking about. I only see five fingers.

After learning that one of the characters from Strike Force is named Phosphene, I want to make a villain named Phosgene.

Would you believe that I prefer Gestalt therapy?

Would we be on a forum dedicated to a roleplaying game if we wanted to be ourselves?

I just talked to Bert Blyleven's cousin on the phone.

Of course I hate math. But I love the Kallu'un Qaroof.

Don't you think Chimp Pimp would sound better?

Why the heck did you have have to put the idea of monkey prostitutes in my head?

I actually miss living in Phoenix.

Argh! I'll post later when I'm on my computer instead of my phone.

Damn. Sympathies for you both, Gewing and Bolo. I feel the same way. Which is why I try not to post here very often.

Thanks, tkdguy. My sympathies, Hermit. Hate to pile on top of your troubles by disagreeing with you but...It's going to get better.

Probably. I hurt my hip a while back and have hardly been able to walk for nearly three weeks now. I'm slowly getting better but I have so much work to do around the house that's going undone. It's frustrating. Not only that, but I can't sleep much because of the pain and haven't been eating much because I can't stand up long enough to cook. I'm not sure why your summer sucks but you have my sympathy.

That's awesome, Christopher. I expect a full writeup by tomorrow.

I'm not sure why my brain works this way but reading your post immediately made me imagine The Green Hornet as a half-orc and Kato as an elf.

Damn. Glad to hear they're okay.

Apparently there's a song about Yag-Kosha in Spanish.

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow, having fun. But, back home he'll always run, To sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy's name, And no one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies, With sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Again, the mornin's come. Again, he's on the run. A sunbeam's shinin through his hair. Fear not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on. Roll on. Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord. Or will you hide the dead man's ghost? Or will he lie, beneath the clay? Or will his spirit float away? But, I know that he won't stay, Without Melissa. Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah, Without Melissa. Lord, Lord, it's all the same. Mmmmm-hmmmmm.