Sometimes, I have original interesting thoughts. Honest! I've just never had the pressure of writing them down before. If you don't believe me, just ask klund. He was my roomate for 3 years and he can tell you that I had many wonderful ideas. Unfortunately, none of them were germaine to the term papers I was assigned to write.
Oh yeah!! Now I remember. All my life I have been listed at 6' 2.5". Never one to eggzagerate (or learn to spell), I have always felt the need to truncate my height on my driver's license to 6'2". It always seemed like a waste of half an inch. Imagine my surprise, and elation, at my last physical, when the nurse taking my height measurement declared that I am 6'3". Now you may think its odd that a man of 30 would gain a half inch from his previous physical, but bear in mind that it had been nearly 10 years since my last one. I've heard that some men don't stop growing until they are 21 years old. Besides who am I to argue with a trained medical professional. If you ask to see my license now, take note that I am 6'3". I have no plans to have any more physical examinations until I am 40. Maybe I'll get another inch.
It's a little known fact that being horny increases the thickness of your feet, among other things - was said R.N. cute?
I have responded to your Schell's post, I shall riposte it here so that you don't need to go anywhere.
Mr...um...hey, they hid the damn comment window on me and it's my own freaking blog... so I'll guess... Mr. Tabogganing... no, that's not right... Mr. Tittillating... closer... Mr. Teabagging... just downright mean... Treebigging...? seems close... Treebagging... herbivorially nasty ... BigTree - I bet that's close enough. Mr. BigTree, I know you are a friend of Klund, and he lives less than twenty miles from the Schell's Brewery. Having 1.) been a notorious lush for many years and been there (New Ulm) many times myself for Bockfest, standing in the cold while my beer froze in my cup, and doing this despite having to wait on 30 year old friends hitting on 45 year old women and having to drive back past St. Peter in snow storms that required an Arctic Cat to traverse, and 2.) actually having removed articles of clothing in Klund's front yard so that I could don bike shorts and bike from his house to New Ulm for the seriously lame Summerfest - destination of the old and infirm and the young and clueless - and back, and 3.) just consulting a map of Minnesota...well, I know that if he's your friend and you like Schell's, he should be bringing you the odd six pack whenever you meet. This is proper beer ettiquette, and Klund's habitual, until fairly recently, dislike of beer is simply no excuse. If he has time to work on his blog, he has time to pack all those children into a van, drive them up the hill to Schell's Brewery, hand each of them a different six-pack, and bring them home to await your drinking pleasure, either at his place, or at your place next time he visits. Demand it, damn it, it's your due.
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Sometimes, I have original interesting thoughts. Honest! I've just never had the pressure of writing them down before. If you don't believe me, just ask klund. He was my roomate for 3 years and he can tell you that I had many wonderful ideas. Unfortunately, none of them were germaine to the term papers I was assigned to write.
Oh yeah!! Now I remember. All my life I have been listed at 6' 2.5". Never one to eggzagerate (or learn to spell), I have always felt the need to truncate my height on my driver's license to 6'2". It always seemed like a waste of half an inch. Imagine my surprise, and elation, at my last physical, when the nurse taking my height measurement declared that I am 6'3".
Now you may think its odd that a man of 30 would gain a half inch from his previous physical, but bear in mind that it had been nearly 10 years since my last one. I've heard that some men don't stop growing until they are 21 years old. Besides who am I to argue with a trained medical professional. If you ask to see my license now, take note that I am 6'3". I have no plans to have any more physical examinations until I am 40. Maybe I'll get another inch.
Dear God! You're as tall as me?!?!? Next thing I know you'll be as old as me too.
It's a little known fact that being horny increases the thickness of your feet, among other things - was said R.N. cute?
I have responded to your Schell's post, I shall riposte it here so that you don't need to go anywhere.
Mr...um...hey, they hid the damn comment window on me and it's my own freaking blog... so I'll guess... Mr. Tabogganing... no, that's not right... Mr. Tittillating... closer... Mr. Teabagging... just downright mean... Treebigging...? seems close... Treebagging... herbivorially nasty ... BigTree - I bet that's close enough. Mr. BigTree, I know you are a friend of Klund, and he lives less than twenty miles from the Schell's Brewery. Having 1.) been a notorious lush for many years and been there (New Ulm) many times myself for Bockfest, standing in the cold while my beer froze in my cup, and doing this despite having to wait on 30 year old friends hitting on 45 year old women and having to drive back past St. Peter in snow storms that required an Arctic Cat to traverse, and 2.) actually having removed articles of clothing in Klund's front yard so that I could don bike shorts and bike from his house to New Ulm for the seriously lame Summerfest - destination of the old and infirm and the young and clueless - and back, and 3.) just consulting a map of Minnesota...well, I know that if he's your friend and you like Schell's, he should be bringing you the odd six pack whenever you meet. This is proper beer ettiquette, and Klund's habitual, until fairly recently, dislike of beer is simply no excuse. If he has time to work on his blog, he has time to pack all those children into a van, drive them up the hill to Schell's Brewery, hand each of them a different six-pack, and bring them home to await your drinking pleasure, either at his place, or at your place next time he visits. Demand it, damn it, it's your due.
Hear that klund???? Scooter says you owe me beer!!! Thanks Scooter.
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