I keep meaning to offer up a huge update.
I keep meaning to sit down and try to culminate all the activity bouncing around in the brain.
I keep meaning to stop, drop and roll.
But I don't.
Things will slow down this weekend and, maybe then, I'll be able to provide something of substance as opposed to the silly purging of nonsensical blather that I've been offering here lately.
Wait.
What was that?
You PREFER my silly blather?
You're NOT just yanking my chain in an attempt to see me rise to a blather lather?!
Aww, shuck gummi-tits, you DO love me for me!!
What?
Yes, "Gummi-tits".
I thought you said you LIKED that nickname?
Oh. You would, and I quote, "Rather be punched in the colon eleven times and then have your armpits set on fire by a slavering retarded pregnant rhinoceros!"?
Personally, I think it's wiser to allow a pregnant female rhinoceros to slaver all she damn well wants as opposed to belittling her with criticism as she is hormonal by the way, but to each their own.
I kNOW I forgot to post on Easter. I know I forgot to offer up Star Wars Sundays. I KNOW I have the testicles of an eleven year old Nubian princess.
Allow me to make up for it?
Ready?
GO!!!
WHAM! Nailed that ugly bitch right out of the ballpark, didn't I? That's a load off of my mind. You don't know how hard it was realizing I'd left you all hanging on Star Wars Sunday AND Giant Stupidly Dyed Egg Day!
Speaking of ridiculous holidays:
Why isn't there a National Elder Gods Day? We have every other damn "national day" in the US.
National Raisin Day. National Take Your Offspring To Work Day. National Have Your Cake and Shove It In Your Neighbors Rectum Too Day.
Why NOT a National Elder Gods Day?
I'm going to need someone else to take this burden upon their well-chiseled shoulders and make it happen.
I nominate St Cyr.
Get on it, friend.
Sidebar, Your Honor. I propose (see how I threw that double lawyer humor in there for you, barrister?) there should be some sort of basic rules to this National Elder Gods Day, though. I propose these:
Also completely unrelated, I've been playing a ton of this:
To be fair, I just finished playing Mass Effect 2 so that all would carry over to Mass Effect 3.
I had my character romance her:
Tali. She's geeky and sweet and .. wait, I'm totally gushing about a video game character.
But she IS all of that.
I originally had my character romance Jack:
Let's face it, Jack's cooler and tougher but she doesn't ramble on in a geeky manner and, for some odd reason, I found that appealing.
Apologies for rambling on in a geeky manner.
I need food.
I need coffee.
I need to get going.
I need a brown coat.
Mm-hmm.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
PS -
I keep meaning to sit down and try to culminate all the activity bouncing around in the brain.
I keep meaning to stop, drop and roll.
But I don't.
Things will slow down this weekend and, maybe then, I'll be able to provide something of substance as opposed to the silly purging of nonsensical blather that I've been offering here lately.
Wait.
What was that?
You PREFER my silly blather?
You're NOT just yanking my chain in an attempt to see me rise to a blather lather?!
Aww, shuck gummi-tits, you DO love me for me!!
What?
Yes, "Gummi-tits".
I thought you said you LIKED that nickname?
Oh. You would, and I quote, "Rather be punched in the colon eleven times and then have your armpits set on fire by a slavering retarded pregnant rhinoceros!"?
Personally, I think it's wiser to allow a pregnant female rhinoceros to slaver all she damn well wants as opposed to belittling her with criticism as she is hormonal by the way, but to each their own.
I kNOW I forgot to post on Easter. I know I forgot to offer up Star Wars Sundays. I KNOW I have the testicles of an eleven year old Nubian princess.
Allow me to make up for it?
Ready?
GO!!!
WHAM! Nailed that ugly bitch right out of the ballpark, didn't I? That's a load off of my mind. You don't know how hard it was realizing I'd left you all hanging on Star Wars Sunday AND Giant Stupidly Dyed Egg Day!
Speaking of ridiculous holidays:
Why isn't there a National Elder Gods Day? We have every other damn "national day" in the US.
National Raisin Day. National Take Your Offspring To Work Day. National Have Your Cake and Shove It In Your Neighbors Rectum Too Day.
Why NOT a National Elder Gods Day?
I'm going to need someone else to take this burden upon their well-chiseled shoulders and make it happen.
I nominate St Cyr.
Get on it, friend.
Sidebar, Your Honor. I propose (see how I threw that double lawyer humor in there for you, barrister?) there should be some sort of basic rules to this National Elder Gods Day, though. I propose these:
Also completely unrelated, I've been playing a ton of this:
To be fair, I just finished playing Mass Effect 2 so that all would carry over to Mass Effect 3.
I had my character romance her:
Tali. She's geeky and sweet and .. wait, I'm totally gushing about a video game character.
But she IS all of that.
I originally had my character romance Jack:
Let's face it, Jack's cooler and tougher but she doesn't ramble on in a geeky manner and, for some odd reason, I found that appealing.
Apologies for rambling on in a geeky manner.
I need food.
I need coffee.
I need to get going.
I need a brown coat.
Mm-hmm.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
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Derby time is simply the best time.
I don't shirk my responsibilities