Justin saying Brett can’t write because he misspelled a word would be as stupid a saying Justin can’t write because his comment isn’t a complete sentence.
I too long for those days, PA.
Ah, the ribald banter. The debauched conversations. The lovely back and forth. Those were the days… Now I mostly visit out of habit.
‘tards a plenty… What kind of name is Armida anyway? Perhaps she should practice her 5 knuckle shuffle with her male friends and she’ll be heading towards Popeye forearms before she knows it.
@Android
Yeah I know what you mean. It’s weird cause I think they’ve kinda stepped up their posting game. I only come back here when I run out of other stuff to look at.
Remember back when there were 150+ comments on a post? Those were good times.
I assume Alyssa is in preschool.
STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
*Fondly reminiscing about the time when the comments section ran into double figures
Wordy – If you are out there, true dat. This place is dying a death.
Justin saying Brett can’t write because he misspelled a word would be as stupid a saying Justin can’t write because his comment isn’t a complete sentence.
PA, word – miss you. But Lamebook has become …. well, lame! *slouches back off to Twitter*
I too long for those days, PA.
Ah, the ribald banter. The debauched conversations. The lovely back and forth. Those were the days… Now I mostly visit out of habit.
tumbleweed
Ah, yes. Those were the days to lurk.
I like the word “ribald.”
I like the word “lurk.”
‘tards a plenty… What kind of name is Armida anyway? Perhaps she should practice her 5 knuckle shuffle with her male friends and she’ll be heading towards Popeye forearms before she knows it.
@Android
Yeah I know what you mean. It’s weird cause I think they’ve kinda stepped up their posting game. I only come back here when I run out of other stuff to look at.
Remember back when there were 150+ comments on a post? Those were good times.