Today, while nursing a nasty head cold, I felt something zoom past my window. Like an old friend, trudging on by, ears pointed forward, to the horizon. All I could do was stick my head out and wave him on, though he had long since disappeared into the woods and beyond.
Could I possibly catch up with him sometime soon? I can only hope. It's been a long time since he last regaled me with his tales of battle. Don't let his tough grey hide deceive you... he's actually a warrior you see. A warrior with a big fat ass, but a warrior nonetheless.
In the meantime I have to get over this cold.
Posted by bs at April 19, 2004 2:12 PMWTF are you talking about, Mig? Drinking too much NyQuil?
-Sep7imus
Laugh it up, fuzzball.
Posted by: Miguel on April 19, 2004 2:26 PMMmmmm... NyQuil.
Posted by: narcogen on April 19, 2004 8:20 PMHe's trying to tell us he's dying. See ya Mig.
Posted by: Gholsbane on April 20, 2004 1:21 PMSo, what, we float him up the Hudson river in a flaming canoe?
Posted by: mnemesis on April 20, 2004 4:05 PMNah, we take him on a Greyhound, down the Hudson River line... if he's in that state of mind... you know... the one... in the song... with the guy...
Yeah, that one.
Posted by: Gholsbane on April 20, 2004 4:11 PMI hope you dopes are happy eating crow!
Posted by: Miguel on April 26, 2004 3:49 AMMmmm, crow! Yum! :-)
Posted by: mnemesis on April 26, 2004 1:45 PMSomething Myth?
Posted by: neut on December 29, 2004 8:39 PM