I have a…well…a question.
How do your theories apply to the operation of 1920s Style Death Rays?
I’m afraid to inform all of you that Question is middle-aged. The problem is, you see, he was the patient at Woodstock that induced the warning of the brown acid.
Man, even after a half bottle of Southern Comfort, I have yet to make a statement that merits 4 pages and counting. reading your rants is like watching Jerry Springer. No matter how bad my life is at the moment, I can check and be able to say, “Ya know? My life isn’t so bad.”
Thank you for that, Question.
man… i see a lot of chains that look freshly yanked in here…
Tch!
You’re supposed to be concentrating on your fingers!
And the number 7, not “a lot”!
Ah. So that’s what I was doing wrong. I was concentrating on the whole hand, and now you tell me it should just be the fingers. stares at her fingers til she goes cross-eyed
The hand is the fingers.
The fingers are the hand.
The palm is your pilot.
*I am a man,
A man with no fingers,
A man with no fingers on my hand.
I am a man,
A man with no fingers,
And that doesn’t count my index finger, my middle finger, my ring finger, my little finger,
…Or my thumb.*
Slow day for the hand? :rolleyes:
The Number 7
Don’t forget the importance of the John Elway-lead Broncos and their 1997 & 1998 season championships. Before the playoffs, 7 was just 13-6. That’s the importance of the playoffs. They took 7 and made it [meaningful]7[/meaningful]
I’m picturing women in leotards dancing, but I can’t get around to picturing Question.
Now obviously no-one here has been to Tramalfadore
Great. Now I’m picturing a zombified Richard Feynman rising from his grave and beating Question over the head with a Physics 101 textbook.
I’d like to thank Cervaise, Kurt Vonnegut, and Question’s collection of bongs, and all material discharged from it henceforth from the time said poster joined the SDMB.
And all of my (two) adoring fans.
A 1920’s Commie-style reeducation camp.
ALL ONE!
GOD!
DR.BRONNER RULES!
what you mean use the shift key? i don’t want to drive my computer anywhere.
As a representative of the Randi Foundation, we’ve evaluated Mr. Question’s claim and decided it deserving of a million bucks. We’ve tripped on some LSD and discovered who he will be in his next incarnation and are wiring it to that person’s bank account.
gone!
Question has been banned, so I’m closing this thread.
Lynn
For the Straight Dope