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The Nexus of the Crisis and the Origin of Storms

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One of my favourites...

(Sun 18th Aug 2013, 4:05, More)

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» Letters they'll never read

Dear Qats
I'M EATING BACON!!!
YES!!!
BACON!
YOU'RE NOT EATING BACON!

Do you know why you're not eating Bacon?

BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS!!!
YOU'RE QATS!!!
(Sun 7th Mar 2010, 23:31, More)

» Devastating Put-Downs

I know it's a twist on an old joke, but it was very fitting at the time...
A couple of friends and I were exchanging barbs at the expense of some wannabe goth scene kiddie and his equally emblackened girlfriend. The guy couldn't take our snickering anymore and raised his voice.

"What are YOU looking at?"

I couldn't resist
"I once got really shitfaced in Baltimore and fucked a raven. I thought you might be my kid."
(Fri 25th Nov 2011, 3:05, More)

» Turning into your parents

My dad
My dad came back from Viet Nam in '71 and decided that he was going to kill himself. He didn't actually succeed until '88. His liver couldn't stand having anymore gin poured on it and his lungs had had enough of the Pall Mall filterless.

He'd left my mother and me in '72. I last saw him the following year. They wouldn't let me open the coffin - his Army benefit covered a minimal embalming.

I promised my first son that I'd always be there for him. He was too young to remember and hopefully also too young to remember that his mother kicked me out (we were overseas and I was the dependant 'stay-at-home-dad') so she could the alcoholic loser she later married and divorced. When they finally returned to the US, I was there and have been there for him ever since.

I remarried - the missus, our son & daughter still live in the same house. I never had to convince myself that I wasn't going to leave them - I'm not my father.
(Sat 2nd May 2009, 2:43, More)

» Family codes and rituals

nicknames
The missus and I were explaining atoms to Rowan, who was about 5 at the time. Somehow, in the course of Protons, Neutrons and Electrons - said child got addressed as Roton.
Five years on, the name has stuck.


Except when we call him MiniWolf - but that's another story.
(Sat 22nd Nov 2008, 15:38, More)

» Terrible food

Pot-Luck Chili
When Larry's mum annonced that she was moving out of state, she told Larry to take all the canned goods in her pantry.

About 15 cans, most of whose labels had come off in the move, ended up at Larry & Jody's swinging bachelor pad.

Every weekend, we would end up over there to play D&D or Morrow Project or somesuch. We'd make chili and had been commanded by Larry to incorporate a nude can's contents in said chili.

Chili with sweet corn is perfectly acceptable.
Chili with sting beans is tolerable.
Chill with peaches is just plain weird.

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While on my "starter" marriage, the missus was stationed in Wales. Having come from an English family, I was quite ready for anything that British culture might throw at me...

Except for Sweet & Sour Chicken made with Malt Vinegar.

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Red meat isn't bad for you.
It's the blue furry meat you have to watch out for...

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(Sat 19th May 2007, 21:28, More)
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