Well, look at it this way, sturmhauke. At least you managed to crowd most of the congenital misspellers into a single thread. Congratulations!
I’ve got a friend who lives above a bank. His assets over two million.
You missed a word (are) in that post, Zen. Heh…
Unless…you did that on purpose. Um, what was this thread about again?
I shot the sheriff.
[giggle]
I’m living in a mountain of papers and books and cat hair, and I’ve got a very plump, spoiled cat on my lap right now. 
I have nothing useful to add to this thread, except maybe no misspelled words. 
But, I’m sorry you’ve got such a stinky situation to deal with, {{{sturmhauke}}}.
He lives above the bank His assets (ass sits) over (as in above) a shitload of bucks, in this case, two million dolars (Canadian) ((or about 47¢ US, 30 bazzillion ¥ ))
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary.
I live in a college dormitory.
I win.
Bryan Elkers, risen fro the dead, are you, Grimey?
county Bravo!!!
As to the OP, I used to live down-wind of a sewage treatment plant…so I sympathize with you.
But I think my locale takes the cake: I live in Pennsylvania!!!
[sturmhauke is feeling lazy, and therefore shall reply only with single words. - Ed.]
TPWombat: Rockin’.
NoClueBoy: D’oh!
Skeezix: Har.
alterego: Perhaps.
Bryan Ekers: Strike!
Ilsa_Lund: Yes.
NoClueBoy: Whoa.
county: Likewise.
essvee: Hardcore.
AnnaLivia: Agreed.
NoClueBoy: No.
thatDDperson: Frontal?
Herge: Stig?
NoClueBoy: Eww.
Lobsang: Quack.
bojon: Weird.
Zenster: Thanks.
Blonde: Silliness.
Chefguy: Deputy?
celestina: Noseplug?
NoClueBoy: Ah.
unclviny: …Huh?
Super Gnat: Possibly.
Call me Frank: Frank.
unclviny gets massive extra bonus points for quoting a truly fine King Crimson song.
Cigarettes, ice cream, Cadillacs, blue jeans.
Okay, less of a dump.
HIJACK!
I finally got an e-mail in response. And realized I don’t understand half of what the man says! I love this place.
Is a blether like a blather, or should I dress up? Is meeting for one a good thing?
Unfortunately, for the first time in my life, I am possessed of the desire to screw like a bunny. Even in this less-of-a-dump-than-I-thought-it-to-be.
UnHIJACK
I still, however, live in the only halls of residence with our very own dead body™ in a city that has managed to be the only place that I wish I didn’t have a weekend. I got hailed on at the beach on Sunday.
Hello…?
er…
um…
What?!
The sdmb is NOT a dump!
Sir!
And that coming from a woman who bought a 10 year old boy a red sweater.
A red sweater.
So that Weezer song about the sweater, was that about him getting dumped? And what about the big pile of yarn afterwards, did that get dumped too?
Angry celluloid meat puppets
Well sturmhauke, you live and work near dumps, but at least you don’t live in some god forsaken berg in the middle of Kansas or something.
