Abby, we don’t really shoot for quality in here. Mainly we look for good hijacks and funny jokes about Exgineer. Occasionally FCM will post something with a little quality in it, but we rarely pay attention to her anyway.
If I come get the fooz-ball table, can I bring a few friends?
We promise to clean up afterwards.
Speaking of Exgineer, hey buddy, you happy that you’ve been in a sig for a few weeks? Can I change it now? I really don’t like flopping my nipples out there every time I post.
First, welcome back welby. Glad you were able to get yer rum drinking in. Did you have help? I had a friend come over to help me lounge last weekend cause, ya know, there are some parts of lounging that are better with two people. 
Been a wild week in swampland this week. First, two employees get into a little altercation that ends in a shouting match (well, only one was shouting) and a threat. Of course, they are my employees (I mean, all I ask is they go in their offices and do stuff like they’re supposed to) so I got to be the one to handle it. The threatener, of course, was facing disciplinary action which she did not want to accept, so instead she walked out saying she quit. So now I get to figure out what to do with her job til I can find somebody else. Oh, and the next day, threatener called and said she didn’t really mean to quit, but too late for that. Fun times. We’ve had a bunch of rain which is causing some minor flooding problems and I found a leak in the roof. It’s out in the lobby just outside my office. So now there is a bucket there and it goes drip, drip, drip all the time cause of the rain. And it’s raining so I can’t get the roof looked at yet. I also went to a United Way kickoff luncheon yesterday. I got all dressed up in a suit and ate rubber chicken in mushroom gravy, wild rice and a (I think) squash casserole that contained (apparently) squash, velveeta and bread crumbs. :eek: Oh and I had to get a thermostat replaced. Seems the old one had a couple wires fuse together and burn out. The new one is jake. It’s all digital and stuff.
-swampbear (if there were one more work day this week, I would end up running up and down the hall screaming. I just might anyway.)
WHAT?!?! Just because you’re a big doody-head and you pretend to ignore me because you’re jealous and burdened with an inferiority complex, don’t go tossing out such silly generalizations. I’ll kick your butt. You know in your heart of hearts that that I could do it, too. So just watch it, welby, you big doody-head, you.
See? THAT’S the quality we expect from Snickers. “Big doody-head”. Poetry.
Doodyhead??!?! Don’t go shooting your mouth off sister, or I’ll be forced to get my ass kicked.
Then again, planned properly, I think I could take ya. I’d just bring a bunch of pictures of Rue in his skivvies. You’d be swooning and not paying attention, and I’d be able to knock you out with a right cross. Maybe. I’m not very tough.
Swampy, that’s what you get for being a mangement type. Better to be a line grunt in my ecperience. No responsibility, and you get the chance to make problems for management types, too.
Just how big IS that cross Welby? And won’t the church get mad at you for takin’ it?
Ha! Welby if you bring 'em you have to feed 'em and make 'em clean the house and yard too. If you clean the teenagers room you can have all his “toys” too. (Except the wakeboard, legos, and new fangled risk game. I think he’d die before giving them up.)
P.S. The fancy schmancy ping pong table arrived along with a long lost (19 years) pool cue with a carved handle. We can really tell they must be serious about cleaning out the old play room.
MIL is making chicken fried steak, homemade rolls and pecan pie for dinner. (I’m in charge of mashed potatos and green bean casserole.) Iced tea for the baptists and raspberry lemonade for the LDS, water if neither of those suit ya. Who all is showing up for dinner?
welby is hereby authorized to change his damned sig. I assume it refers to me in some way, but since I have the “show signature” toggle in the “off” position, I have no way of knowing for sure.
I must object, however, to your callous mistreatment of my friend, the lovely and talented FairyChatMom. Keep it up, buster, and I’ll fire off a memo to the squirrels.
Forms? HAH! I laugh at your forms! HAH!
For the record, I really wouldn’t physically assault welby. I can’t take the chance that he’s into that sort of thing. And remember - I’m nice! That’s my schtick - nice. Nice doesn’t kick butt.
Of course, if I happen to have an evil multiple personality, who’s to say what may happen??
Note to Kallessa:
See? I killed another one.
It’s not dead yet 
It’s only mostly dead.
It’s been mostly dead all week.
There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead
Mostly dead is still partly alive.
Is it time for me to demonstrate my thread-killing talents?
No, it’s time for you to wax poetic. Or wax your car. Whatever.
Is Rue DeDays thread
dead, alive or in between?
Only time will tell.
How’s that for sorry poetic waxing?
Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
FairyChatMom is sweeter,
Than maple syruple.
Or how about:
There was an old man from Nantucket,
who kept all his cash in a bucket.
'Til his daughter, named Nan
ran away with a man.
And as for the bucket, Nan took it!