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cheapskate. :p

um i think there is a brunswick in england maybe? most of the martimes are named after places in the uk. here is the maritimes, i'm in truro for whatever reason that map does not include newfoundland and labrador, which are also part of the maritimes.

@ martin, this is the topic, what everyone is up to, and we are up to nothing. how is your throat? can you talk yet?

oh yes she did, as a nova scotian, and i was throwing in a little newfoundlander there too, but i am a canadian. we were raised in new brunswick, and i was born in vancouver.

mass? no why would you think that? i am a canadian, ricky is an expat.

ssh this thread is closing. meet me over in what's everyone up to today.

flannel is the material of my country. asking me to deny flannel is like asking me to deny being a canadian. in the interest of being a good tbf'er, should this thread be moved or spliced or split or merged or whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days?

no i have to stick to it. where are my blue socks?

ah man! that is how i like to welcome matt home from work. therapy sucks.

no no, according to novella one of the symptoms of my particular affliction is my willingness to undress and not own up to it. i feel the first step to recovery is to stop undressing. i have put more clothes on, i am also avoiding tables so i am eating my lunch out of the fridge.

perhaps i should address that in the therapy thread.

now now, it's not a race.(hee hee) actually all that proves is that i use that edit button more than he does.

phew! i'm glad as i am hoping that whatever it is that is wrong with me would be far more complex.

(hee hee that's funny.) it's where i like to spend the better part of my day.

i'm a non-practicing virgin.

no i like tammy. she has nice makeup.

i once killed a banana slug that way. very shocking to feel it pop under your bare feet.

he kind of reminds me of jim baker, without the religious angle.

i've never had to kill a rat truthfully. i think if i did, i would likely use a something heavier than a broom.

i was thinking about that actually, but then got to wondering what kind of therapy am i in? am i a pirate who is afraid of boats? am i a dan brown lover afraid to come out of the closet? mommies who love their jammies? spammers anonymous? women who love moto too much? general chat detox? i want...