Ekkssvvppllott wrote:I find it ridiculous that a grown man who owns a Babe Ruth ducky would reproach anyone for engaging in a discussion like this.
Gift of cherished friend.
Acknowledged maybe ten seconds per month (ducky -- not cherished friend) while soaping/rinsing nutz, typically.
Also not "Babe Ruth Ducky 2008 - World Destroyer Collision 4: Enemies At War".
Ekkssvvppllott wrote:[Y]ou do plenty of stupid shit. Perhaps you occasionally hang out at sports bars, for instance.
Valid, but I can't remember the last time that I spent time at at this/these sportz bar(s). Was it Busters or The Crescent? However, I did hang out with my cool friend Robbie tonight. We told stories. I also spent some time with my iron-fed lawn, Andrew The Dog and Jonathan Broxton's okay fire-lit relief app3aranc3. I chose these things from among a set of pre-programmed options that I control with a small electronic paddddler, much like an elevator or Dick Cheney's heart.
He said as he typed on the internet.
Ekkssvvppllott wrote:Now, do you wanna churn butter, or do you wanna play ToeJam and Earl?
“I have Funkotron faith in him,” Yost said. “And as long as I have Funkotron faith in him, he doesn’t have to worry about Funkotron nothing.”
You see, it turns out that I am only a 2d-scroller fanatic.
Now back to the yak-milk self-flagellation.