That’s what they would have us think. I bet its just a scam. They probably keep the disco ball near the bar and gambling casino.
The Bee Gees sucked. Exactly what they sucked, I refuse to speculate.
Ah, yes. I got to see one of those in person when I was in Oshkosh, Wisconsin a couple years ago. Fun trip. Nothing like my previous trip to Wisconsin. That was in 1993, during the big floods. I was living in a basement, a few blocks from the Mississippi River. Moved out just before they evacuated the town.
I seem to attract flooding though. Don’t know what it is about me, but I am thinking of hiring myself out to locations that need rain.
Actually, it’s more likely 668 would be next door and 667 across the street, since addresses are generally even on one side of the road and odd on the other.
Odd you should mention addresses, Sternvogel. I was just wondering how to make an amusing limerick out of my street’s name – Kimball. It’s even got a suggestion of snigger about it, eh?
That’s part of what makes Satan’s neighborhood so evil though. The numbers aren’t really sequential. That and the zoning regs.
Yup, I’d say so. 
(and I’m kind of half-drunk anyhow, so it’ll be a good thing if you get drunk too )
Color me officially gobsmacked… I was having doubts about whether a certain person would remember my birthday. (frankly, I was wondering whether he’d have it together enough… not because he’s incoherent or spacey, but I hadn’t talked to him in a while)
I just got up from an alcohol-fuelled nap, and this person actually left me a "Happy birthday! 
" message on my Yahoo Messenger. That definitely surprised me.
He insists that a birthday card is in the mail… which means there IS no card. (Matrix reference) Perhaps there is, but I’m not setting myself up for false hopes.
This whole thing makes me wonder: what color WOULD you be, if you were gobsmacked? (officially or otherwise) Red, blue, purple, orange, green… ? I have NO idea right now.
Okay, I think I should try to get back to sleep… my drunken ramblings don’t make for pretty posts.
F_X
I dunno what gobsmacked is but I want to be a nice honey gold or sunny yellow.
Purple for me. (It’s no fun when you’re “green.”)
Blue roan for me. Not red roan, that’s not nearly so classy. Or grulla, if blue roan isn’t available.
Here is a page about Alberta Grulla Horses. Incidentally, Alberta is adjacent to British Columbia, the Canadian province in which Flamsterette_X turned 27 today. Check her birthday thread for the post your limerick game inspired.
Floccinaucinihilipilification" means “the estimation of something as worthless.”
But can you say it five times fast?
Nope.
Ititititit.
Got a tic tonight Boyo?
I call Eddy, Teddy and Freddy “boyos”, as in, “The orange tiger boyos”. They don’t seem to mind it. They don’t seem to mind much, as long as the food keeps coming and there’s a soft place to sleep. It’s fun watching their tails tic idly as they snooze in the sun.
I’m allergic to cats. 
When I was three, doctors thought I was allergic to milk. I couldn’t drink it for a whole year, even though my favorite breakfast was Apple Jacks. So my mom just substituted apple juice for milk. It was really quite yummy.
Ititititit.