Call me anything but late to supper. 
I am da bear known as swampy in these parts. I am bearish and live close to the second largest swamp in Jawja, hence the name.
And on that note, we shall now retire to the boudoir. Time to welcome the wanderer home.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Butters, I agree with you. If someone gives you money because they say it’s God’s will, accept it. Who’s to say it isn’t God’s will? But yeah, next time, free service call, that sounds fair.
I’m rooting for a New York team right now. I feel dirty, except that it’s against the Patriots, so to this Colts fan, that’s OK.
Bah, I hate the Patriots so much.
Preach it, Brother!
I think in general your own voice always sound differently than you think it does, especially when sound systems are involved. I’ve done a lot of on stage work, but never gotten up the nerve to do karaoke. Don’t know why.
I agree with you on big city traffic. It’s da pits.
Yay for OYNK homecoming. Have fun. 
I hate it when that happens. I can’t usually blame it on my mouse. I’m just fumble-fingered. 
Maybe he could call and just double-check? Perhaps offer to give it to a charity instead (Red Cross needs it right now, I’m sure)?
Off to roast the chikkie.
Mrs. Plant (v.2.0) took me to some dog thing. I listened to she and her lady friend talk about their dog’s fecal matter just to her the woman speak. 
I used to live in a small town. Very small, there were more students in my high school than residents of the town.
If there were three cars on the road that was heavy traffic. The one time I saw an accident that involved more than one car people actually came to see it. I’m serious. Most accidents were one car accidents where somebody drunk/speeding/careless hit a tree.
That said, the lack of traffic was more than made up for by cows/goats/chickens/geese whatever in the road. Cows won’t move either, they stand there and stare at you.
A lot of people call him swampy, I tend to call him UrsineOne or variants. You don’t have to stick with someone’s established nickname, you’re free to choose custom ones.
Deheathenated today, baked a party-size Stouffer’s lasagna. We ate half of it already, the remainder has been portioned out for lunches and such.
Homework is progressing, I’m taking a breather. (snickering about the “bedpugs” comment)
I vote accept her kindness with gratitude, bank it, and he can repay it with a free service call or some such. I firmly believe that there is a God Who is willing and able to nudge us mortals if He so chooses, and I don’t consider it at all unlikely your kind customer received such a nudge based on info not available to mere mortals.
Just remember; once you start puns here it becomes a dog-eat-dog world.
I just can’t bring myself to hate any team that packs flintlocks. Now the Steelers on the other hand ---- THERE is a team easy to hate.
Mah video game Flashes just won their 11th national championship, this time over Cincinnati in the 2023 BCS National Championship Game. Ohio State, Miami, Notre Dame… they’re no Kent State!
In the offseason the backup quarterback (Clint Irons) got slightly better than the awards-laden starter Clint Resario. I did something that would have been controversial in real life, and red-shirted Rosario for '24. Our now second-string QB is almost as good as Irons and Rosario, and he’s already had his redshirt season. I’m playing with injuries off, in any event: they were happening way too frequently back in 2010, apparently just to give Erin Andrews something to talk about and justify her salary.
Back in meatspace, AKA the real world, we’re going to have barbecue ribs tomorrow, probably from the crock pot. OMNOMNOM. We will also stop by Wally World to pick up my prescription and get some Mucinex for ekemom, who’s battling the cold I so politely graced her with last week.
What’s red and smells like blue paint?
Red paint.
What’s clear and smells like red paint?
Varnish