I could send a letter from America?
How much wall would a canadian goose wall if a canadian goose could wall wall?
Is this where I confess I only know the 500 miles song?
Not even I’m On My Way?
Why did you delete? Was it rude?
Didn’t I get the title of I’m On My Way wrong, so I deleted the comment while I looked it up?
Isn’t that why god made the edit button?
@codinghorror - can you, in the form of a question, verify who wrote the code for Discourse’s edit button?
Wasn’t what I wrote egregiously dumb though? Better now?
Don’t we know that @codinghorror wrote the code and wasn’t I making a stupid joke that I like to make as an agnostic?
Couldn’t it have been @zogstrip or @sam or @eviltrout? @ratman - since I’m not making any headway, can you figure it out from the git repo [I keep getting lost in recent additions and not seeing where the code was originally]?
Aren’t I unlikely to get an answer from above since I’m more-than-likely on ignore after our too-many-likes spat?
Sure, but isn’t it going to be a while before I can get to it? Don’t I have two hearings in Family Court today?
Have we wished you the best of luck? Which we hope you do not need?
Don’t I too, which you good luck, like @OtherMichael?
Don’t I guess so?
Thanks! Aren’t we going to need all the luck there is? Is there any realistic way this is going to work out in favor of the two kids? Isn’t the mom in complete denial about the potential outcome even though she keeps relapsing? It isn’t often in my life that I have absolutely no idea what to do next, but isn’t that the case right now? Don’t I want what’s right for the kids, but I also want what we feel would be best for our family? And doesn’t the outcome need to result in me staying employed? But at the same time, isn’t maintaining the status quo not an option? And aren’t the fucking lawyers doing their best to extract every cent from this debacle that they can?
(For the uninitiated, this is the previous installment of what I’m going on about. I can’t find the original, because I’m on a tablet and it’s fighting me all the way.)
And yes, may I have a Donald? A proper one, not the orange guy.)
WHY? Why are you tormenting us ? Haven’t I been depressed and not eating well, and generally feeling no appetite, and crummy? Why did reading those words make my stomach growl for the first time in a month? Why is there no mushroom pozole where I am?
Isn’t it nice to hear that my dad thinks he’s going to vote for a democratic presidential candidate for the first time in house life?!?
In South Dakota?
Gosh, isn’t that 24 years in the past? Ain’t he been in PA since then?