ASTY THERE ARE MODS ON MY RECENT VISITORS. FOUR OF THEM. THEY'RE WATCHING ME.
And also Skunter. Which is kinda confusing, but hey.
First thought about what you said concerning not being able to sticky that thread: oh, PC. You try to be mobile friendly with that theme and all, but alas. And I get why the mobile theme doesn't quite work, but it still amuses me immensely.
Second thought:
"Bill gets stuck to chairs? :V"
And then I thought, "Well, he gets stuck to a lot of things."
And then I thought about Andy and Bill and bars, and I stopped right there before my mind went any further.
THANKS FOR CORRUPTING ME, ASTY. I apparently can't think about Bill doing something dirty without thinking about Andy anymore. For some reason.
And an old lady passes by trying to get to the canned peas.
It's okay to talk about ponies! Ponies are full of rainbows and glitter, so it's always a good subject!
Wait, what? I thought everyone in Connecticut went yachting on the weekends they weren't playing polo or tennis! Why must you make my entire life a lie, Asty?
Haha plot.
Pretty much. :| Serenity's mouse also does this weird thing where it sticks, like she thinks I'm trying to scroll using the "drag the page around" method. Which is hella annoying while trying to browse the interwebs, let me tell you.
And yes, Bill and Lanette are like Andy and Angel, I suppose. Only Bill isn't popping out babies that set fire to things or destroy the neighborhood in fits of sparkles.
OR MORE APPROPRIATELY, LIKE US. Because you do the Jackass things, and I go :|. Which is hilarious because I still remember how I jumped to touch the tree for no apparent reason other than "THIS IS ME WHEN I'M HYPER," and you went, "Really? :|"
You have not been fired yet because by comparison, you're probably the only person who knows how to do your job. :V
Re, Card on Shakespeare: ...So. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. I'm guessing that to write a straight version of Hamlet, he just didn't include them, right?
I have to admit, I'm terrified to read the response. Because arguments about pro-/anti-gay kinda make me want to crawl under a table and hide there.
Unless it's with that one lovely who asked about Straight Pride Parades. Then it's hilarious.
P.S. I forgot yesterday was Thursday, so I'll text-spam you tomorrow when I'm done getting drunk! :D