Hobo: (Link to photo)
Hobo: Belinda's ex's identical twin brother
Hobo: who used to be fairly good mates with me
Nate: OMG
Nate: I want
Nate: But only if I can get them both at once
Nate: Making out with each other
Hobo: Belinda's ex was a complete fucking fairy
Nate: Literally or metaphysically?
Hobo: Not literally
Hobo: he didn't have wings
Nate: Oh, good point
Nate: Literally using the alternative definition of
I just got back today from London (which I or someone else will undoubtedly create a thread about in due time *hint hint*) and early tomorrow I'm jetting off (in a car) to distant lands (Chichester, less than 200 miles away) for a luxurious (we booked a caravan) and dignified (with my mummy) holiday (walking). I'll be MIA as of pretty much this blog entry until whatever time I get back on Monday 13 September.
Unless somebody else wants to do it for me, all the amazing stuff I had...
Okay, so a friend of mine has decided to move to Kingston. He's found a pretty kick-ass apartment that's 10 minutes from downtown Kingston (a very happening place) and various other essentials being very closeby. As a matter of fact, there's a KFC and an Adult video store closer than the nearest grocer, so you can see the appeal of it having all the essentials.
Anyway, said friend has made it quite clear I'd be welcome to room with him, as the place has 3 bedrooms. Rent would be about...
My comment in this blog led to me rewatching OANST's Doctor Karl videos and showing them to my officemate, who was rather horrified. A further conversation led me to check up on one small, rather worrying detail...
We're now up to #2 on the (AU) Google results for the phrase '*redacted* forum'.
So yeah, to cut to the chase, I have a riddle some have deemed unsolvable and now I ask the people of OWF if you have an answer.
You are in the desert walking on a path. The path forks into two. One leads to salvation, the other to death. To find out which leads to which, you must ask the blind and lame man in front of you. He knows which leads where, but there is a 50% chance that he won't tell the truth, but he will answer it no matter what. You may ask him one question.
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Posted 09-01-2010 at 10:37 PM byMac Sirloin Updated 09-01-2010 at 11:57 PM byMac Sirloin
Hollyyyyy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt am I tuckered out. I just hit my 'Vacation's over' wall a little over sixty hours after we got back. It was a nice time, but the transition from "Comfortably windy summer Cottage weather beside the ocean" to "Central Ontario in the middle of a brain-addling heatwave" was a little sudden. I'm suffering from heat-exhaustion-caused-stress or something. Everything is pissing me off. I need to basically have a cold beverage in my hand at all times and take a cold shower...
