Doom Metal Alchemist

Happy belated!

Dude, are there even any other country singers with long hair besides Willy Nelson?

I hate it when that happens. Especially if you're around people and you're self conscious you're bothering everybody and there's nothing you can do about it.

One time my brother found a fraudulent charge on his credit card from Guitar Center and asked if it was me. He was concerned it might have been because I used his computer once, I had an education in IT, and that I play guitar. I would never do that to anyone, let alone my own brother. I told him no, but he still thought it was probably me. That really hurt. He did some digging and found out the guitar had been shipped to an address in a completely different state, so that was proof enough to him that it wasn't me. He then apologized for accusing me. Another time I was sleeping and my dad woke me up all urgently and said he just stopped a $400 something charge from Amazon going through because my credit card (under my dad's account) had been compromised. I was like "no, that was me, I just ordered my text books for the upcoming semester. Didn't I tell you?" I thought I told him I ordered them but he said I didn't tell him. Oh well.

How can you tell you have both allergies and a cold?

Online, sure, but not on UEMB.

Bucket's already played out his current schtick, and he's being doing it what, for a few days now?

Dude, WALKING in the sand isn't considered fun. PLAYING in the sand is different. And you wouldn't be walking in the sandbox for fun either. God damn you would be turning around every split second.

Pallet wood could be wet though, if you think about it.

Generally not a loop, no. But often I'll get lost in a day dream. If something "sorta" loops through my head it's probably because I thought it was amusing. Recently I rewatched the South Park episode The Passion of the Jew and the phrase Hitler-Cartman had the movie-fans chanting was playing in my head a lot through work last night.

This, so much this. Sponges has mentioned before that a car hit him and it affected his memory. I am thinking it wiped out all of his memories of childhood joy.

If the sand is hot, yes, that is painful. But if you wear shoes and dig in the sand with your hands, that generally doesn't hurt.

ebay.

I passed by this comment not really thinking about what it meant, but I think I get it now, lol. Anyway, is there such thing as wood that doesn't burn well?

They know you're a polyamorist so they figure you'll like being a Mormon because you get to have multiple wives.

I don't work in Russia though. Here in America we have Donald Trump's face on toilet paper.

Sand is inherently fun. That's why people go to the beach. This reminds me of King of the Hill, which I was just thinking about yesterday... "I love the Frozen Cow! 'Oh we make ice cream fun, we make ice cream fun...'" "Dammit Dale, ice cream was already fun!" Just like sand. Sand is already fun.

So at work last night I noticed a wooden pallet had a logo painted on it with a stencil that said "MAGA" with a border around it. I'm sure it's not a Donald Trump reference, but I thought it was amusing anyway.

Whenever I have those dreams, I dream I am back in high school, but I am at whatever my then-current real life age (36 now), and it's like for whatever reason I'm going back to high school to graduate a second time, but it's a secret and no one must know I've already graduated almost 20 years ago.

That's actually one of his better ones.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

I love shorts.

TINY TOONS IS NOT THE SAME AS LOONY TUNES!