Actually I was calling you incontinent, and you know it's true.

I never actually venture away from North America if I can help it, so yes...I am in-continent.

 

Actually, I don't recall the meaning of the word.

Thus the poorly executed pun above.

Sorry.  :-[  (not really sorry...just being nice)

(it means you can't control the final stage of your digestive system)

:o

 

oooOOOOOoooohhhHHHHHhhhh!!!

 

 

:o

 

 

 

I can too control it.  >:(

I just choose not to.  >:(

* chooses to control it at the moment just to prove the point *

:P

 

See.

I can when I want...

 

* feels that familiar uncontrollable urge *

* tries to fight it *

* knows for a fact that it is an incontinentally losing battle *

* gives in to fate *

* lets it rip *

 

PPPPFFFSSSSSSTTTTTTtttt.

 

 

to.  :-[

 

 

* realizes what he just did *

I'd never do that in the other world.

* hangs his head and shakes it side-to-side *

 

I'm slipping back into my old habits.

Spamming DM every day.

Letting artificial butt bombs.

Won't be long and I'll be writing long posts and juggling my balls again.

:-[

 

* looks around for the "non-spammers only" wagon that he fell off from *

* tries to look determined *

* takes a few steps in the direction of the wagon *

* really knows he should climb back on *

 

Spamming doesn't really cure my ills...it's just a crutch.

The more that I spam the more that I'll want to spam.

It's an endless addiction that never heals.

It will only get worse.

Saint Peter will call me and I'll hold up one finger asking him to wait until I'm done spamming...you know what THAT will get me!!!   :o

I really should just shut off the computer and go get ready for work.

And forget that GrandpaG ever existed.

Yup.

That's what I ought to do.

 

* opens a gateway to the Black Tower to see why nobody guessed that sound *

Saint Peter is an ass. Saint Peterbilt will just run you down.

MmmmmMmmm. Lime green Jelly!

Not that taste means anything to you, as you have no mouth.

Did you cut it off again?

No, you just don't have a mouth. You're a sea anemone.

Interesting. I wasn't aware of that.

Hi.

I'm still alive.

Bye.

... Who was that masked man?

Who knows

All I saw was the chili mustache he had

 

I don't know... but in the time I saw him, I feel in love.

Are you sure that's not just the acid?

Wifey needs the phone.

Hi.

Bye.

Love,

Gramps

BE HERE OR DON'T  >:(

*realizes he is indeed not here*

* raises hand to answer roll call *

 

 

HERE!!!

 

 

;D

 

 

The house smells SSSOOOOoooo good!!!

 

I'm making "Old Rotten Taters" for the Christmas pot luck at work tonight:

 

One box scalloped potatoes.

Two boxes Au Gratin potatoes.

(mix the three in a disposable aluminum pan)

(follow directions on boxes)

Add salad olives and dried corned beef for flavor and visual appeal.

Bake.

Cover with grated cheddar.

Bake some more.

Serve warm.

YYYUUUMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!

(very bad for you)

Enjoy!

Love,

Gramps

Except for the part about olives, that actually sounds pretty good.

OLIVES ARE AMAZING

Well black ones anyway.

I've gotten the wrinkled nose "OOOOooo, olives!!!" reaction many times.

 

Most everyone who tries them likes them.

 

It's a "Sam I Am" type thing, you see.  ;)

Well, see, when you say salad olives, do you mean green or black? Black are good, green are teh suxxorz.

*looks for Gwampy* Did reyler eat him again?

The flavor of Gwampies does not improve with age.