I’m trying to leave… really!.. don’t I have stuff to do later?
If I admit that I only read about 60% of it, will the natives here break out the torches and pitch forks?
And furthermore, have I not repeatedly established that I play Questions with no expectation of getting any actual relevant answers?
What sort of blasphemy is this?
Doesn’t that seem like a healthy way to approach it?
look like nuthin’s gonna come my way …
…as a parting shot… what’s that song by Roy Orbison with a lyric like “how could you be so cruel / cruel to make me love you”? (It’s not exactly that but am not I stumped? Maybe mentions dreaming…?)
Damnit, I was singing it to myself upon waking yesterday and now I can’t find or remember the damn tune… wouldn’t your help be much appreciated?
Haven’t you realized it yet that I am a heretic?
It does, doesn’t it?
And how slow am I to just now realize that the natives post Donald Sutherland images when ever anyone fails to post in the form of a question?
*lolz
Should anyone expect answers in the Questions thread?
Wouldn’t they be disappointed if they did have any such expectations?
Might it imply that high pressure over Spain is good for everybody?
How does the water in Majorca taste? Like it oughta?
Are they actually going to publish the Chilcot report, finally?
I went for a run, is it supposed to hurt more than the last time? Isn’t it supposed to get easier? Can I borrow someone else’s legs?
Does it count if it wasn’t a GIF?
Is that what they mean when they say “pics or it didn’t happen”?
Wasn’t Donald at his best when he played Lex Luthor in Batdude vs Supermensch?
Was he auditioning for Sesame Street?
Did you know that was Jim Henson, Himself?
What…it was YOUR fault?
And how did I not know about this thread until 200 posts in?
You weren’t paying attention?
Too busy liking all the things?