It’s Sad To See Grown Men Become Frothing Mounds Of Jelly
But we knew this was a danger, oh yes, we knew that, given his fragile state of mind this could be the very thing that reduced a once proud man to a shattered hulk. Yes, gentle readers, our beloved Ken, still reeling from a world-wide dearth in Lesbian Gorilla News, and facing the unfathomable horror and humiliation of not being able to stand and say “Present” when attendance is taken tomorrow night at what may well be the greatest gathering of minds since that golden confluence that gave us the Twinkie and Little Debbie Cakes, our dear dear Ken has fallen to this.
A moment of silence please, and let us all wish him godspeed in his tilting at the many hundreds of windmills that surround the valley of his home. And reinstalling XP.
Hmm. I still don’t see a denial in there anywhere. I assume this is because you know full well that Crusader and THS will confirm exactly which sib got the recessive genes.
It’s sad, really. Even with your wife’s superior genes, I doubt your children stand a chance…
Strangely quiet here. Hmmm…
Nobody here but us crickets.
– chirp –