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And out of the darkness crawl the creepy things that scare the children.
Yes, its that time again. March 17, St. Patricks Day. Or, as those in the
know call it, St. Drunkenday. Oh, the times weve had, just you, me, cheap
beer, and poisonous food additives. All hail acceptable stereotypes!
God bless the Irish for all being a bunch of drunks. Sirs, I salute you!
If only this had been pack 40, then I could have worked in more drinking
analogies. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Youve got to
love clichees like that. It never stops, and for that Im somewhat thankful.
The naysayers do their thing, and Remorse does its, and never the two shall
meet. The last time I was around these parts, it was as the guy trying to keep
everything together. Thank God Im not doing that anymore. Most people should
understand that those who choose to lead either want to better the world, or
they have a death wish. Im not sure which category I fall into.
Everyone thats been around a while has their own back in the day stories,
and Im no exception. Perhaps time has changed my perspective, but Im in the
boat with those people that believe a group is about family. Sure, you may
argue with each other every so often, but you know the only way youre getting
away from them is if they manage to get themselves married off to someone youllnever have to see again.
Ah, if only...
Im pretty sure Im off tangent here, so how about a triumphant ascii return:
.dS Sb.
4SbTdS7
Boys and girls, thats what we in the business call an in-joke. Really, its
funny.
No, really. Funny. Honest.
Now for a few final words from HaikuBoy.
crabs are good eating
i like shellfish, oh hang on
doc, why should i shave?
one glimpse of the moon
and all my troubles are gone.
oh yuck, roseanne barr.
remorse 41.
not your fathers ascii group,
but almost as old.
Good night, and dont forget to tip your server. Im here all week.
Yes, its that time again. March 17, St. Patricks Day. Or, as those in the
know call it, St. Drunkenday. Oh, the times weve had, just you, me, cheap
beer, and poisonous food additives. All hail acceptable stereotypes!
God bless the Irish for all being a bunch of drunks. Sirs, I salute you!
If only this had been pack 40, then I could have worked in more drinking
analogies. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Youve got to
love clichees like that. It never stops, and for that Im somewhat thankful.
The naysayers do their thing, and Remorse does its, and never the two shall
meet. The last time I was around these parts, it was as the guy trying to keep
everything together. Thank God Im not doing that anymore. Most people should
understand that those who choose to lead either want to better the world, or
they have a death wish. Im not sure which category I fall into.
Everyone thats been around a while has their own back in the day stories,
and Im no exception. Perhaps time has changed my perspective, but Im in the
boat with those people that believe a group is about family. Sure, you may
argue with each other every so often, but you know the only way youre getting
away from them is if they manage to get themselves married off to someone youllnever have to see again.
Ah, if only...
Im pretty sure Im off tangent here, so how about a triumphant ascii return:
.dS Sb.
4SbTdS7
Boys and girls, thats what we in the business call an in-joke. Really, its
funny.
No, really. Funny. Honest.
Now for a few final words from HaikuBoy.
crabs are good eating
i like shellfish, oh hang on
doc, why should i shave?
one glimpse of the moon
and all my troubles are gone.
oh yuck, roseanne barr.
remorse 41.
not your fathers ascii group,
but almost as old.
Good night, and dont forget to tip your server. Im here all week.
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