Yeah that’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to keep the squid calm until Baby Driver returns. It’s getting increasingly anxious and irritable since it learned there was supposed to be a new poster for it to meet, but hasn’t yet.
So yes, Baby Driver, please visit the Petting Zoo and Aquarim ASAP. Thank you.
Less than a month ago – and since I’ve been online very little during the last two weeks due to family stuff, I haven’t really started throwing my weight around yet.
British bastids and their beer. I suppose you could request steak and kidney pie made with Old Peculier, or somesuch; and IMHO, you’d be welcome to it.
(True* anecdote: my grandfather emigrated from Ireland in the late 19th century, and my father swore that he [my father] was in his teens before he realized that “British bastard” was two words.)
*True in the sense that my father definitely told the story; given that he was from Montana, I can’t vouchsafe that the story itself is accurate.
Covered_In_Bees!, I haven’t been to the aquarium, but I did visit the petting zoo. They had me on the 8am-noon shift. I got fed and groomed by several enthusiastic seven-year-olds on a summer camp visit.
Darryl Lict:
No
No
They’re golden, thanks!
You can come to my room to play anytime.
And there’s a good reason for that, norinew. By the time we started using cephalopods and crustaceans in the initiation ritual, I was an established Charter Member. So I knew what was going to happen with the squid. The initiates have it easier because they don’t know what’s about to happen.