One of those links is bad. But I'm not telling you which.
I like the challenge of deleting a %22.
You people are so crappy. Why didn't you throw batteries?
By the way, if I ever give up sex in favor of video games, even once, please send someone to kill me.
It is pretty easy to send someone to kill Kotsko.
Also, LB, your finer online games allow you to combine both experiences.
You never put on your rhinestone-studded leather chaps and take me out anymore.
9: Shut up and eat your ice cream.
Labs, old bean, there's still a stray """ at the end of the first "this" link.
We thank you! And we hope our image accompanying your post did your pecs justice.
XOXO
RYS
10: No more ruffie ice-cream, Mitch.
>Not long ago, I wanted to get pregnant. I turn 40 next year, and only lately have I finally felt like I have a handle on this whole parenthood thing. I wanted another baby, not simply to beat that loud DING-DING-DING of my biological clock but also because I think — or, rather, I’m hopeful — that I have finally figured out what my own standards of good parenting actually are, and I wanted the chance to do it right from the beginning with a third child.
This seems like a bad reason to have more kids.
I'm sure that's what the husband thought, too, so that's why he was witholding sperm.
Um, Labs? That first "this" link still doesn't work. There's an extra double-quotes character at the end of it. Chop chop, man!
*sigh*
Labs is glued to his Playstation again.
When M/tch wrote """"", he was referring to, but not using, the punctuation mark """.
As Wittgenstein says (PA #704):
""But how do I know that the expression '"fog", where "fog" means fog' means '"fog", where "fog" means fog'"?"
Look, I tried to fix that motherfucker as soon as w-lfs-n pointed it out, but making the change didn't help, ok?
I fixed it. Just come to me when you need something done, ok Millsy?
We have a lot of people at my work that play WoW. I think they secretly appreciate my sweeping statements that such games are for people too pathetic to get out and have real lives.
Ogged, I need a blowjob. Or at least a hug. Labs said he'd be right up, but that was hours ago.