Off Topic Thread!!!

Somehow the off-topicness of this thread is distorting the space/time continuum.

So he said his breakfast choice was between sausage and eggs or musli. Sausage and eggs nice, musli healty. Decisions, decisions. He ended up skipping breakfast and going for a tasty lunch.

Its tough to stay original in this damn place.

So I think Im just going to have a and chew on some

Well if you ask me, the '65 had way too much tension in the swaybar. However, the pitman links were perfectly offset. Now the '66 introduced the lateral bangslops, completely eliminating the severe overbite steerage problem.

Not to mention the horrible exhaust smell.

but in the absence of any unilateral decisions, we can all embark on our journey.........................

Anybody following the baseball season?

(This is a trap)

You're darn right it is! But I'm not falling for it! No sirree Bob! I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.

What's a turnip truck got to do with anything? And why would falling off of one somehow mark a person as dumb or gullible?

Yes, I had to edit this nonsense.

[edit on 17-4-2006 by NotClever]

If I were to keep talking about baseball every other post it would not be considered staying on topic.

We can discuss this with signals and head nods.

One would assume a Red Dwarf is a small red person. But it is in fact a kind of star.

It is also a humourous programme about some people in some spaceship, that was very popular in the UK in the early 90's.

But there were no little red people in it, to my memory.

Much like a third base coach, one could alternate crotch touching with ear and nose touching in order to facilitate an alternate means of communicating. The office cubicles would appear to be populated by a bunch of spazzes, but hey, gotta' stay within the rules.

And now for sumpin' really different....

My friends and I used to hiest my mom's golfballs and take them to a farmer's field, where we would swat them with baseball bats. Man, a 32 oz. Louisville Slugger would put some serious launch on a Titleist.

I have absolutely nothing to say. I have thought a few moments here and trying to be original, but I am drawing blanks.

Please accept my condolences.

And if you take the last chocolate chip cookie again, I'm telling mom.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"
Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.


Well now its time to say good by to Jed and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You're all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back now, y'hear?.

That's way too easy.

Silent Install for iPrint Client

1. Open WinZip (or similar program) and select open archive, and select Nipp.exe (usually found in \\servername\login\ippdocs\)

blah, blah, blah

I guarantee, once you stop trying to think of something, the perfect thing will pop into your head.

Thread Killer!

Is it possible to be a thread killer in this thread?

The jury is still out on this one.

Had a wild turkey walk just past my back fence this weekend. Couldn't get out in time with a camera to document it though. You'll just have to believe me.

I lost two hours....I was sitting here at the computer, and next thing i know, its 7pm...I did see some little grey people outside my window, but theywent away after i gave them green cookies and curdled milk.

Now i'm back, and there's a feeling like i've been probed.

I think i am now involved with an alien...
I knew it.
Mother warned me

I get off of work in 40 minutes!



Some big plans for me and my couch tonight.

There are better forums for descriptions of your activities with your couch. Frankly I'm shocked.

Fascinating, captain.


It . . . looks like cancer--I'm dead, Jim!


Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a freemason, I can't make repairs on a 3-story building and expect it to last!

She'll not take much morrre o' thees, Cap'n. If'n tha decayin' oorbit doont stebelize soon, Sheez gonna blew.

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