Chronos. I’d ask him countless questions about the mysteries of the universe while drink’n microbrews. (Not sure if he would partake, but I know I would.
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He would more be at a bar or something more than at his home. At home I would be too tempted to show up in my colonial garb and eye up his parrot. ![]()
Thanks!
But I’m sad to report my front porch literally crumbled to pieces and had to be torn down last winter.
Crippling ennui has prevented its reconstruction so far.
But I keep sayin’ I’m gonna do it. Even bought a big old board from Home Depot to get it started. Got big ideas for enclosing it, adding a woodstove, sound system…
I’ll visit with anybody that will have me.
So the dachsies got to your porch, too?!?
Actually this was my first thought to visit also. I’d most likely get along with her SO than her though. That is who I’d most likely chat and drink with.
Somehow I think that if I went bar-hopping with Kayaker I’d wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover, a strange piercing, and a tattoo.
Gato…you could have a porch raising. I’d come. I am a good carpenters helper. Meaning I’d hold the nails.
Loud music, beer and dachshunds. Sounds like a party to me!
Every day! ![]()
“Dachshund” is a German word that means “sneaky little bastards.”
I have a funny feeling it’s not the beer I’d be worried about and, let’s just say, my tolerance for other things isn’t what it used to be.
Sounds like a Bill Engvall skit (that I can’t find a youtube clip of right now.
porch party at da wrek s!
I bet asimovian and wonky would be fun to hang out with.
Shagnasty. Guy doesn’t have many fucks to give and seems fun.
Me. My god how I love my company so.
I’ve got a lot of experience at saying “I’ll pass” and he strikes me as the sort to understand personal preferences so that one doesn’t worry me at all.
Hey, party at my place whenever.
I always wanted to met Polycarp :’(
If we’re going to count those as well let me add OpalCat and Norinew. And since two names would never do allow me to offer Santo Rugger as well. Be good to sit down and talk about my days as a club-level hooker with someone who understands.
Uh, I’d like to, like, be a fly on his wall. Ideally a really badass fly too, like one who was invincible and could also transform back into a human at will and vice versa. I think I’d be slightly afraid to be with him in person.
Always had top respect for Una Persson. A conversation with her could be fun.