Not that I don’t like the Gulf itself, nor the stream of consciousness flowing from it. It’s just that it is filthy, being full of cruise ship effluvia and sharks.
I ran out of gas. I… I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!
It involves Fritz Zwicky, Vera Rubin, Poisson Distribution as it pertains to movement of mass in large clusters and the Blue Oyster Cult song Vera Gemini. I think Vera Rubin was a Cancer, though I’m absolutely in no way certain what if any bearing that may have on anything.
Steve Bartholomew about 8 years ago
I didn’t do it, you didn’t see me, you can’t prove nuthin’.
INGSOC about 8 years ago
I have finished my meal, may I please be excused.?
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr about 8 years ago
I blame the amoles.
Superfrog about 8 years ago
I have no excuse. I only stopped in because I heard the applause.
*Space Madness at The Station* about 8 years ago
The big red rock eater, known as Sammy Hagar, was drinking his tequila with me. Knight takes queen for check…
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 8 years ago
I have reasons, criteria, extenuating circumstances, happenstance and the fortuitous whimsy of the universe, but I never, ever have an Excuse.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 8 years ago
Binge-watching Dirk Gently.
It is very nicely done.
Excellent inside joke relating to Wilfred and career continuity for Wood.
Elijah, not Tiger. That would be Woods, plural.
There is probably a bit about the gulf between reality and what we perceive as reality, but I’d rather not get into that.
coltish1 about 8 years ago
I didn’t read your wish list until the sale was over?
*Space Madness at The Station* about 8 years ago
For thanking automated
*Space Madness at The Station* about 8 years ago
Thankyou no period.. . .
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 8 years ago
Not that I don’t like the Gulf itself, nor the stream of consciousness flowing from it. It’s just that it is filthy, being full of cruise ship effluvia and sharks.
The Old Wolf about 8 years ago
Well, ExcUUUSE me…
Albert Sims Premium Member about 8 years ago
I ran out of gas. I… I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!
Mostly Water Premium Member about 8 years ago
I followed my bliss.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member about 8 years ago
Money. Or, the lack of, i should say.
Radish... about 8 years ago
I don’t need no excuse, I didn’t do nothin.
6turtle9 about 8 years ago
There is no excuse for me.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 8 years ago
Interesting rabbit hole with that.
It involves Fritz Zwicky, Vera Rubin, Poisson Distribution as it pertains to movement of mass in large clusters and the Blue Oyster Cult song Vera Gemini. I think Vera Rubin was a Cancer, though I’m absolutely in no way certain what if any bearing that may have on anything.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 8 years ago
Nope. Leo, on the cusp. Now I get to watch for the next tenuous yet unbreakable connection.
Sisyphos about 8 years ago
I need no florid fuchsia excuses. I am perfect.
Do you dare challenge me?
Zelmarific about 8 years ago
“They all looked so happy.”