alex, 2, insisted on sitting on the rocking "fishy".
azal, please refrain.
her dad and myself noted that it wasn't a fishy at all, it was actually a sky blue and white replica of a hydrogen bomb.
its accompanying rocking vehicle was some sort of military hummer circa the korean war.
as if that wasn't disturbing enough, i observed one young man sitting by himself and staring eagerly at a gaggle of young women 10 inches away from him, all while twirling around violently on the merry-go-round thingee. i wish i knew what the proper name for this was.
when the staring didn't work, he proceeded to hang his arms, elbows, and then half of his body along in the surrounding dirt as the thing spun.
if that wasn't a portent of future days. and they still didn't bat him an eyelash...
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and that's all she wrote, folks. this is it. the end of the line. this is all the posting juice i have left. there really is nothing more to say.
i realize that this is no swan song, no graceful demise, that no one is shedding a tear.
yet, this will not keep me from bowing, as it is more a sign of respect for you, the fair motW reader, than it is graciousness of the spotlight. and while my ghost will continue to haunt (and post) in these blue/blue shaded halls, be it known that this thread marks the end of the intershit that consisted of the posting non-entity i once was...
stick a fork in me. i'm done...
azal, please refrain.
her dad and myself noted that it wasn't a fishy at all, it was actually a sky blue and white replica of a hydrogen bomb.
its accompanying rocking vehicle was some sort of military hummer circa the korean war.
as if that wasn't disturbing enough, i observed one young man sitting by himself and staring eagerly at a gaggle of young women 10 inches away from him, all while twirling around violently on the merry-go-round thingee. i wish i knew what the proper name for this was.
when the staring didn't work, he proceeded to hang his arms, elbows, and then half of his body along in the surrounding dirt as the thing spun.
if that wasn't a portent of future days. and they still didn't bat him an eyelash...
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and that's all she wrote, folks. this is it. the end of the line. this is all the posting juice i have left. there really is nothing more to say.
i realize that this is no swan song, no graceful demise, that no one is shedding a tear.
yet, this will not keep me from bowing, as it is more a sign of respect for you, the fair motW reader, than it is graciousness of the spotlight. and while my ghost will continue to haunt (and post) in these blue/blue shaded halls, be it known that this thread marks the end of the intershit that consisted of the posting non-entity i once was...
stick a fork in me. i'm done...
