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originally posted by: DBCowboy
originally posted by: IAMTAT
originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
a reply to: DBCowboy
Look at you, literally going below the belt again. It's like you've never learn.
Frankly, I'm worried about all that loose skin getting caught up in the wheels of DB's mobility scooter.
No worries.
Duct tape and velcro work wonders!
originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
originally posted by: IAMTAT
...DB's mobility scooter.
Is that the thing his wife refers to as Air Force Ton?
originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
originally posted by: IAMTAT
...DB's mobility scooter.
Is that the thing his wife refers to as Air Force Ton?
originally posted by: JinMI
a reply to: Nyiah
A student of tyromancy!
Here Lies DBC
originally posted by: DBCowboy
Last year I had what the docs say as an anterioseptal infarct.
Yeah, the fat old drinker man had a heart attack. Big shock, amirite?
It got me thinking though, what would my epitaph be for ATS?
My obituary, as it were.
I'm still pondering but I would like someone to create an account under the name of Gunther, my faithful manservant, to continue my snark.
I would have Gunther do it himself, but I don't trust the weaselly eastern European.
Thus I open a thread, what would your final words be for ATS?