ETF, I knew what you meant, until you spelled it right. (Damn ADD)
BTW, not the right forum probably, but I never got to give my condolences to you on the horse. Good luck. 
Well! So I’m not the only one who read what I meant, not what I typed.
Thanks. I’m really worried about the recent episode of choke, since horses who’ve experienced that often have scarring in the esophagus, which makes them more prone to further episodes. Add that on top of his overall health problems and the stresses of the coming winter, and it really brings home how tenuous our future together is. I’ll do everything I can to keep him alive and happy, and the rest is in the hands of the Fates.
Damn I had Sept 6th, boy was I off. Any guesses as to his next screen name? You know he is going to try.
You know what’s really funny? No matter how far away SS tries to push this away from him, it’ll always come back on him.
Oh, the irony.
BTW, I need my shirts pressed. ETF, you’re a girl.
Oh, that’s not why you’re getting the :dubious: look. You’re getting the :dubious: look because you’ve got pith all over your clown shoes.
Oooh, I’m going to heck for that one.
Oh, crap. I was going to say “If I were you I would…” but ended up writing it differently.
That’s becuase one is gone and hopefully the other will soon follow.
I thnk of a “piker” as more of a miser, not necessarily a quitter. Or, as Merriam-Webster puts it, “one who does things in a small way”…
Well, one good thing about nonperson - I mean nonpolar’s meteoric streak through the Straight Dope galaxy: I now know the meaning of earwig.
Honest, I thought it was a cosmetic device for folks deficient in ear canal foliage.
P.S.: Glad to see ETF is her usual pithy self.
I’m guessing he already has one. He trys to have a drawer full at all times
I think it was mentioned in the OP.
OK, can we stop talking about earwigs, blowflies, pinworms, and other frightening forms of invertebrate life? 'Cause I should be out jobhunting instead of sitting on my chair with my knees pulled up to my chin cowering and whimpering in fear that if I step so much as a toe on the floor, I will be instantaneously devoured by some creepy-crawly thing which is much, much smaller than me but nonetheless fully capable of reducing me to skeletal remains in a matter of seconds, then eating the marrow from my bones and finally carrying the actual bones off to use as chew toys.
If Sisyphus’ Stone was locked in a room with one of those ultra-fanatic PETA folks, who think that human rights should be subjugated to animal rights, who would win?
An advance, I suppose, on the 'why do you hate America so much?" line.
That did cross my mind but only after I had sent off my reply in triumphal rage still smarting from your ‘futtock’ quip.
The “problem” with ‘ethipetical’ is that in context it is almost the perfect neologism. We’re discussing the ethics of pets in the pit and you come up with that. You’re a genius and the sooner you face up to that the better. Move over, QtM!
At least I didn’t call you a bloviant gandy dancer. 
Oh, no, you don’t. You ain’t tagging ME with that “genius” crap. :mad: Why, next thing you know, folks will be expecting me to live up to it. Do you have any idea how tiring it is to have to be fabulous all the time?
Well, no, of course you don’t. But trust me, it’s an awesome burden.
HEY! Enough chit chat.
Where are my shirts, woman!?
:: Takes long, slow, considering look at obnoxious little boy ::
Hmmmmm… Shall it be the yardstick? Or the Ping-Pong paddle? Or perhaps my new dressage whip…
:: Rolls up sleeves ::
[QUOTE=EddyTeddyFreddyOr the Ping-Pong paddle?[/QUOTE]
I noticed they called it this on the Olympics. Does no one call it a bat these days?
Oh, goody!
The whip! The whip!