And I need to get the heck off of it and go have a life. But do I? Oh, no - I have to see what’s happening in IMHO, then GD, then GQ first. Then I’ll probably have to go back to The Pit and see what’s cropped up since I was there an hour ago. Then, maybe, after my ass has spread another 1/2 inch, I’ve snacked my way through everything in the house, and my eyes are all squinty and sore, maybe then I’ll sign out and go have a life. Maybe.
::Walks off grumbling, “Damn message boards, shouldn’t be allowed to be so addictive…”::
…my ass is asleep too!
How’d you do that?
Myself I refer to it as Numb Bum!
"My name is Elbows and I’m a dope-a-holic.
I know I should want to change…
I know there are other things need doing…
I know there’s a whole world out there…
I know it’s getting late…
but, just one more little thread…
Tell it, mama!
Since I discovered the Straight Dope Message Board everybody thinks I died or something. Took the efforts of no fewer than six people to extract me from my apartment last night to have a night out on the town.
I don’t even bother to explain my board antics… much easier to just tell 'em I recently developed agoraphobia.
Heh, heh.
Benny Hill Joke:
My bum is asleep.
Yes, I know. I could hear it snoring.
I don’t know about everyone else, but I was reminded of Dorothy Parker’s “film review” when reading the thread title:
“For once in my life, I envied my feet. They were asleep.” 