History will look back on this thread as the moment when humans first achieved immortality.
Promise?
Premise?
No promises, no demands
We are young
I want to be the last poster instead of the last poster!
Good Luck. Keep trine.
It has nothing to do with luck.
HNY!
Happy New Year, Goddammit!
Can I keep the old year? I don’t know if I’m going to like the new one.
So, how’s it going?
Well, on average, not bad: not as well as last year, by a fair shot, but still, much better than next year.
I can say so far that the food, the company and the weathehr are fine. Keep the old year if you want to, I’ll give the new one a chance.
Every year is like your prospective SO: Ok, I’ll give you another chance, just, please don’t hurt me again like last time.
Yeah, it’d have to try pretty hard to be worse than last year. But there’s always that chance.
SOmething here doesn’t feel right.
Twenty-five years in – only 975 to go.
Sharp as a tack
And quiet as a grave
Are tacks really that sharp? I mean, they’re kind of sharp, but “sharp as a needle” seems like a better metaphor to me.
Also, why are clams supposed to be so happy? (I know, the original expression was “happy as a clam at high tide” because it couldn’t be dug up in that situation, but now everyone just says “happy as a clam,” which sounds like they think that clams are the happiest animals on Earth, even if they don’t live in Disneyland.)
“Clam” is an epithet for a particular religious order whose founder informed his flock that humans are descended from clams, and if you keep a firm grip on these soup cans, we will thoroughly erase your most inconvenient personality-thing and turn you into a drone who will be happy for lack of being able to comprehend why you should not.
Ah, spaghetti alle vongole! Very good indeed, just looking at it makes me happy:
Somebody please explain the origin of “snug as a bug in a rug”?