I'm sensing there is a rift in here. You have Barry and Team-Feel-Good on one side, and Nursey and Team-Feel-Bad on the other. Who will win?
Team feel good has already won. Limpy is busy with real life right now. She will be around eventually.
Well, she a career, a husband, two children, two employees, two homes, and two dogs to manage. You probably can only relate to the two dogs part. I understand the confusion.
I think you mean *drumroll*, a rimshot is a hit of the metal rim and goes simply 'clunk'. Unless you meant "rimjob", but thats not musically related at all. Karma is going to make me screw up everything I know about glass art now.
Well, quit trying to read it out of the corner of your eye. You know your peripheral vision is fucked. You had an opportunity to fix it and now you are going to have to go through life not understanding threads.
Dwaine, what is that stuck to your shoe? You've been walking around with it for a couple of days now and it's really annoying me. Hold on, let me use this stick just to... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! LIMPY! LITTLE FROGGY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ah well. We can get another one.
Don't worry about it, Dwaine. In fact, i'm glad that the poor, wretched little creature has finally been put out of its' misery. It's Barry i'm concerned about. He needs feeble, spineless sluts like Mia and Limpy to give him a sense of importance. He really felt like 'DA MAAAN!' having that slimey little thing limping enthusiastically after him. I suppose wishful thinking made him believe everything the slippery one cooed to him in her syruppy tongued butt-lickery.
