I envision small but comfy changes to Middle Earth, beginning with a nice wetbar and maybe a poker table, with a rubber-coated seat for the shelled panzer rat (who has a tendency toward incontinence when he’s holding three of a kind or better; makes him an easy mark, but trust me, with a diet of tequila and grub worms leaking out of his urethra, I’d just rather he keep the fifty bucks).
So, what say you all? Help a hairyfooted brother get his mancave on?
For my part, I promise not to splurge and get a pool table. Because, well, shared sacrifice and all.
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update: Halfway home. And we shouldn’t have any problems making it the rest of the way, either, being smack dab in the middle of the Summer of Recovery and all…
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Monday update: Last day today. Thanks to all who’ve contributed. Close to my target goal, but it could go either way, honestly.
Thanks, Blake! And thanks, Doug E!
Don’t you Hobbits have to cut the legs off the pool tables before you can use them? I gotta Stihl saw for that, if’n you need it.
“Proudfeets!”
A better way to cut the cost of that pool table would be to initially budget for two of them.
That way you could both get a pool table and reduce spending by a pool table.
Pool on the moon! Think of the possibilities!
Thanks, bh!
Thanks, Sarah R!
You can come over and shoot pool anytime, Frodo.
Thanks, cranky-d!
Thanks, Charles W!
Zoot Sims was standing out in the alley back of a club between sets where he was playing when a bum came up and said, “I only need seventy five cents more to buy a drink.”
Zoot reached in his pocket and gave him the money. After the bum walked away up the alley, Zoot ran after him, stopped him and said,
“Wait a minute. How do I know you’re not going to go around the corner and buy a bowl of soup?”
Thanks, Lillian! And thanks, Deborah!
@mezzrow
Heh.
Thanks, Thom!
Sorry it isn’t more. Don’t get divorced.
Thanks, John H!
Thanks, DarthRove!
Thanks, John B!
Thanks, geoffB!
Thanks, TerryH!
Thanks, di!
Thanks, Patrick C! And thanks, serr8d!
sdferr posted on 8/1 @ 11:00 am
Pool on the moon! Think of the possibilities!
Can’t. It is now covered with yogurt.
Thanks, Mueller!
Fuck you! Gold-whatever your name is.
You know I’m jokin’. Right?
’cause I don’t want my head squeezed like an overripe avacado.
bh, if only the wife would buy that kind of accounting for the M1-A I want to buy.
The lovely wife has laid down the law when it comes to further firearms purchases: No more guns until I purchase a gun safe.
Somehow, I’m okay with that.
Blake, I just got the wife a Rem. 870 Express for our aniversary, with a dove/duck barrel and a short one for deer and any unwelcomed home visitors. Because I care.
Thanks, Joe!
Thanks, William!
Joe, my wife isn’t much for shooting firearms. But she’s more than happy to let me indulge myself.
I toss my wife the pretty bauble now and again. She likes sparkly carbon mixed with a silvery white version of a precious element.
Blake, it took a burglary and my wife’s interests suddenly shifted from 79 to 82 on the periodic table.
I like the idea of an 870. It’s now on my list of future firearms purchases.
Thanks, Bill S!
Thanks, Evan!
Thanks, Greg B!
Thanks, Thomas! Thanks, Jennifer!
Thanks, SDN! Sorry I missed you in SD!
But if you want money for people with minds that hate, all I can tell you is brother you have to wait, because you know it’s going to be all right.
Think one of you guys must have hurt his feelings.
Apologize to the troll, haters.
Allow me?
Fuck off, troll.
All this hatred welling up in your chest, sdferr. Don’t you know that’s what keeps our troubled artist here unfulfilled in his day-to-day life?
You should really stop that. It’s just mean.
‘Struth, it is. It’s an unfortunate but unavoidable concomitant of geezerage, and disgust with punks.
I’m hoping it was the gay wizard robot thing.
The word in the lyrics is “when” not “if” and the song ends with:
Fucking little twerp. I was his age when “The White Album” was released. Stupid is a s stupid does and stupid sterling don’t know shit about the 60’s except the twaddle that is pushed for “history” in the academe by graying New Lefties who never grew up.
Thanks, Thomas D!
Thanks, Mr Muir!
Thanks, Roger H!
Sir Winston, re: sterlinggray.
Thanks, Pablo! And thanks, guins!
bite me,
mr. jack.
al gore
stole all the good
pomes.
Thanks to “the little people!”
Thanks, Stephanie!
Monday update: Last day today. Thanks to all who’ve contributed. Close to my target goal, but it could go either way, honestly.
Apparently you dodged a S&P downgrade, so you have that going for you!
The sad thing is, due to my financial situation, there may not be a September through just about forever contribution.
Thanks, LMC!
Thanks, Weslee!
Thanks, OI!
Again, I just wish it could be more.
Plink!
Thanks, Patrick C!
The least I could do…
Thanks, Adriane!
a darby o’gill joke
has gone missing.
nonetheless,
god bless
you, mr. jack.
Thanks, RTO! And thanks, Donald!
I’m a day late and a dollar short. ‘Cuz that’s the kind of reader that Jeff deserves.