― Rex (Rex), Sunday, 20 July 2003 09:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 20 July 2003 12:59 (twenty-two years ago)
I hereby give you all permission to kick me up the arse to get it done.
Yours sincerely
Celeste(Idling Ormskirk Finder of Ask-a-Drunk)
― celeste (Celeste), Sunday, 20 July 2003 22:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 20 July 2003 22:59 (twenty-two years ago)
In fact the Beardsley Gallery may not be visible for all that long, as I’m having a minor crisis of conscience about it. Gawp now, or possibly never.
― Rex (Rex), Monday, 21 July 2003 00:30 (twenty-two years ago)
Or you could go all ILX an refer to it as the B*ardsl*y Gallery.
― celeste (Celeste), Monday, 21 July 2003 15:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Tuesday, 29 July 2003 10:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Tuesday, 29 July 2003 23:41 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 09:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 31 July 2003 00:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Thursday, 31 July 2003 12:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 31 July 2003 23:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Thursday, 31 July 2003 23:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 2 August 2003 01:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Weebleman (StillSimon), Saturday, 2 August 2003 20:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 2 August 2003 23:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 3 August 2003 12:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― C J (C J), Sunday, 3 August 2003 20:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 3 August 2003 21:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 3 August 2003 21:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Monday, 4 August 2003 11:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 04:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 11:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 12:11 (twenty-two years ago)
I guess I've always luved AAD and always will. It's like you guys are the novel that I've been wiating for my whole life -- the one that doesn't disappoint because it never has to end.
You know, there are more illiterate low brow mucky mucks like me out there that would read your thoughts on a daily basis. The Onion and The Toque and the like are barely worthy to hold the collection of your sweat stained cyber jock straps/sports bras.
Anyway, I've had a bit much tonight. I think someone filled my bottle of Jack with cough syrup. I drank it anyway. So, until we meet sometime mid morning Monday, I'll leave you with this most famous movie line that basically sums up my feelings for you all
"Good night Ask A Drunk. Good work. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
PS - Please don't kick me out. Where will I go? Besides, I share common bonds with AAD's founder and, for lack of a better word "Holy Man". Like our founder/"Holy Man" I am a Linux/*NIX administrator with several highly rated performance evaluations under his belt. However, I hate computers and am quite a bit more attractive than Beardsley. You mustn't tell him I said that. Damb there I go again trying to sound like one of you educated bastards.
― rudeboy (rudeboy), Saturday, 9 August 2003 04:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Saturday, 9 August 2003 12:09 (twenty-two years ago)
No. Really. Seriously, I can. Just by your wit. It is a key sign of intelligence you know. And it is not unattractive. (A very long time ago, as a "newbie" and when I was not sure of his gender, I fell in luv with Aimless. The way what he writes reads so effortlessly and all. Let's just keep that lil' tidbit between us, shall we?)
But, back to the subject...
Thus, I, in gloriously ignorant splendor, in the matter of an evening, have proven beyond shadow of all doubt, dispatching previously inafllable schoolground certainty, that it does not take one to know one.
(If any of the words above do not seem familar, please realize that my true native tongue is broken Klingon. Parents. Big fans of Star Trek. Huge.)
― rudeboy (rudeboy), Tuesday, 12 August 2003 02:36 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm really going to hell.
― rudeboy (rudeboy), Tuesday, 12 August 2003 02:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Now as for hell, there is a subject to warm my heart. It deserves its own thread, though. I think I'll go start one this very minute.
― Aimless, Tuesday, 12 August 2003 04:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nathaniel Beardsley (toast), Thursday, 18 September 2003 21:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 20 September 2003 00:11 (twenty-two years ago)
That wasn't me.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Monday, 22 September 2003 09:19 (twenty-two years ago)