The post whore thread.

[HoneyBadger]

Time to make the donuts.

Lobbed from my electronic ball and chain

When will they be ready?!

Let you know when I get to the place they make the donuts. I don't male the donuts. I just know what time it is to make the donuts.

Wait, you don't make the donuts?! But...but why would you say "Time to make the donuts" if you weren't actually making the donuts?!

So I know when to go to the place where they make the donuts.

Why not just say "Time to go get some freshly made donuts!"

Cause I won't know if fresh til I get there.

Why not just assume they're fresh because its 6am in the morning. Last I checked, donut shops make donuts first thing in the morning. Or is that logic flawed somehow?

Cause the donut maker sometimes don't show up un Sunday. Nom, nom, nom, but he did show up today. Warm and fresh.

This whole exchange just made me laugh out loud. Well done hos!

[HoneyBadger]

Morning HB..

Testing me?....What chu talkin' 'bout Willis?

Morning man.
It's way out there, but what if she is testing how flexible you are willing to be in the relationship?

i don't know, I probably shouldn't be gettin in your business.




And 1300 pages of post whoring!

[OtterbatHellcat]

..and Wow, what an ordeal your wife has been through. That sucks they can't say exactly what the problem is.

[HoneyBadger]

..and Wow, what an ordeal your wife has been through. That sucks they can't say exactly what the problem is.

Yeah... Ordeal seems like a frustratingly inadequate word to describe it.

[OtterbatHellcat]

how flexible you are willing to be

I wouldn't be surprised at this point, HB. Also, I appreciate your opinion/outlook, so speak freely, my Friend.

[brutal]

here we go, off into the wild blue yonder...

[OtterbatHellcat]

Do you at least have one good looking flight attendant, Brutal?

[OtterbatHellcat]

[HoneyBadger]

here we go, off into the wild blue yonder...

Not quite right...


Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flames. Hey!
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!


Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder
Sent it high into the blue
Hands of men blasted the world asunder
How they lived God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before And bombers galore.
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!


Here's a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast, the U.S. Air Force!


Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
Flying men, guarding the nation's border,
we'll be there followed by more!
In echelon we carry on, Hey!
Nothing'll stop the Air Force!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!

Enjoy some Air Force heritage. ...or something like that.

[OtterbatHellcat]