and all you got was a comfy chair.
My posts are supposed to add something to the conversation?
Bwuh? Love ya Zing, but I can’t fathom how you get there.
“Game Room? No way! Games…those things are supposed to be fun! Who the hell likes fun?! And while we’re on it, what’s all this nonsense I’ve been hearing about joy?”
No offense, mind you…to each their own.
My post adds eight words to the conversation.
…actually, all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
(which my wife was nice enough to sew into a soft cushion)
It’s Obama’s fault!
A passing Mexican sold me a case of gasoline additive that’s supposed to get me 300 miles to the gallon, but I’m only getting 285. Can anyone help?
TIA.
This one time, at band camp…
I speak jive.
Why.
Why do people in warmer climates eat spicy food?
Is it something to do with Schadenfreude?
Why.
This thread title would make an excellent Morrissey Song.
Ya know, I think I really like vanilla.
I find a duck’s opinion of me is highly based on whether or not I have bread.
Got any grapes? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtN1YnoL46Q
I wqas expecting the first post to be that pit-Nazi ivan telling you to GTFO for such a pittifully weak pitting.
So I’ll it do instead. Fucking weak, get the fuck off my pit-lawn!
This thread is exactly what I expected it to be, and that angers and frightens me.
Has anyone seen my keys? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.
I think I have them.
Note to self: coffee tastes just as good with one equal packet as with two.
Why do people start a thread, get nothing but sarcastic replies to their pathetic whinging, then never come back to apologize for being useless gits?
I may be alone, but I kinda miss him - the pit almost isn’t the same without him. 
This thread is not what I thought it would be.
What the hell, I’ll post anyway.