Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, Superthread

[Angela Harlem]

i should look up how to get a post grad juris doctor.

 

[Angela Harlem]

and make jokes about the getting the 3rd degree.

 

[Angela Harlem]

haha bad jokes.

 

[Angela Harlem]

ok, that was it for the jokes. i'm out of material.

 

[Angela Harlem]

sooooo. i heard a song on the radio this morning that was all funky. never heard it before.

 

[Angela Harlem]

damn mmm not listing their playlists.

 

[Angela Harlem]

what i should do is just listen to commercial radio a but more and i'll probably learn it really soon. orrrrrrrrr... can i remember any of the lines of the song?

 

[Angela Harlem]

something about a finger, and a line repested itself over and over. it was a little fast, the song.

 

[Axver]

Hello dead thread.

 

[coolian2]

i'm going to picspam this place in a few minutes.

 

[Axver]

Ian, you better have a good excuse for not being around at the end of the cricket.

 

[coolian2]

i was half watching it, but the tennis was absolutely fucking engrossing.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Nobody here?

 

[Angela Harlem]

i'm here. anyone else?

 

[Axver]

No way the tennis could have been as good as the last eight or so overs of the cricket.

And g'morning Bonnie! And Anna, you flatulent orangutan!

 

[Axver]

So I'm just reading about bushfires in Australia. I can't say this is doing much to change my instinct that living outside inner suburban Australia isn't the best move. Having lived somewhere that was nearly affected by a bushfire once (we were on the verge of being evacuated, the houses from just around the corner from us were and I got shocking asthma from the smoke), I think I'll stick with Brunswick West nowadays ...

 

[The Sad Punk]

Ogfdadmn all of you!

 

[KhanadaRhodes]

poor ashley...

 

[Axver]

Ogfdadmn all of you!

Ogfdadmn those of you ousting Twilight from Survivor.

 

[coolian2]

holy crap i caught the beacon.

 

[Angela Harlem]

holy crap i caught the beacon.

ffft. pshop.

 

[Angela Harlem]

Ogfdadmn all of you!

 

[Angela Harlem]

No way the tennis could have been as good as the last eight or so overs of the cricket.

And g'morning Bonnie! And Anna, you flatulent orangutan!

you flea infested itchy woollen blanket!

 

[bono_212]

I'm officially going to KILL BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN.

 

[Angela Harlem]

i need a new sig.




after i do some stuff.

 

[Angela Harlem]

I'm officially going to KILL BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN.

dude! what did he do?

 

[The Sad Punk]

I'm officially going to KILL BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN.

Please, do explain.

 

[Angela Harlem]

and and and

 

[Angela Harlem]

wait for it....!

 

[Angela Harlem]

keep waiting...