[Leaning Right]

Paging humblegunner. Please pick up the white courtesy phone.

[Responsibility2nd]

In before the humblegunner snark.

[ClearCase_guy]

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

[ArtDodger]

Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies.

[humblegunner]

(Excerpt) Read more at

Why should anyone "read more" at your blog? Nothing prevents
you from posting the whole thing right here on Free Republic.

Hey... how about getting a job?

[humblegunner]

Nights that men tell tales of lost loves, passions

No wonder your goat is jittery.

[sparklite2]

They start pimping so young.

[sparklite2]

Nights that men tell tales of lost loves, passions, and dreams.

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What are you? A pajama boy?

Real men don’t talk about such goo. They tell of sexual conquests, most recent sex, and sex they want to have.
Whiskey just makes them lie about it.

[bobby.223]

Sounds like a snowflake type safe space might be missing it’s noobie!