....outside they taste freeeee!

Amirite?

Diane sitting on Dano's lap, got her hands covered in bees

Diane sitting on Dano's lap, got her hands covered in bees

Just like my coffee.

Today was a good day for that. NEPA was just at a good combination of heat, humidity, and sunshine.

Probably because I was stuck in the office until 6pm. But still, that ride home.

Diane sitting on Dano's lap, got her hands covered in bees

Just like my coffee.

"I like my women like I like my coffee, in a plastic cup"

....outside the Tastee Freeze!

Amirite?

Fixed that for you.

Greeblehauling for the lot of you.

....outside the Tastee Freeze!

Amirite?

Fixed that for you.

I'm no plagiarist! ...and they DO taste free when eaten outside, gawsh

Let me try to shut the door on this nonsense:

Hold the Door, Winter is coming.

PS: Hodor Kickstarter is Alive and well.

This silliness can only mean that a new episode of IFF is coming.

You didn't even need Cubanboy, your project manager, to send out the flesh signal!

This silliness can only mean that a new episode of IFF is coming.

Let's be clear: the proper phrasing is that the Flesh Star Destroyer is coming.

This silliness can only mean that a new episode of IFF is coming.

The single redeeming post in this thread!

Though if the new episode is anything like this forum topic I might just skip it...

I wonder if FFG III will tune in.

You're going to want to skip it, Ak. Everyone else will like it but you.

I wonder if FFG III will tune in.

Young man, some of us have self respect.

Now please pass the pickle salad.

Worthington FFG III is my favorite account on this entire forum. Also, he's in Forbes top 100 most influential gaming barons.

You're going to want to skip it, Ak. Everyone else will like it but you.

You say that, but I'm really just a glutton for punishment. Bring it on!

#shenanigans

Worthington FFG III is my favorite account on this entire forum. Also, he's in Forbes top 100 most influential gaming barons.

G.W. Shop?

Milton Bradley?

Steve Jackson?

Coffee mugs sink in Dublin's satchel chair ornthagonally smiling as prairie dog dreams are wrought upon Lord Tennyson's bedpan.

This thread. I don't understand it.