It’s nice not to be in the fray for once. Perhaps the ladies should have a pillow fight at the Kon and the guys could have a pissin’ match. 
Ever have anything weird happen to you?
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It’s nice not to be in the fray for once. Perhaps the ladies should have a pillow fight at the Kon and the guys could have a pissin’ match.
Your point?
No point. Well.... maybe one little point. This should be your official SKMB moderating uniform. Can we make a suggestion to Stephen? 
He'd probably want one, too.
I'll provide them. PM me the office address and sizes.He'd probably want one, too.
Will do--I'll provide them. PM me the office address and sizes.
right after I retire
I'll be.... like 80 by that time.Will do--.right after I retire
Can I pass out community t-shirts? Only to the deserving people, of course.
It would say:
Keep Calm
And Quit
Being a
@*)w0wuu^% and a @*%%*&@
oh and stop
@&$*#++!!!!!
Not unless you're aging in dog years now.I'll be.... like 80 by that time.
I've been here awhile. How many times has retirement been delayed?Not unless you're aging in dog years now.
No need. I've got the list.SURE!
I'll even come up with the list.
I've been here awhile. How many times has retirement been delayed?
Once? Could have retired in February but that new craft studio has set me back a couple years. There are days when I actually think it was worth it. I'm not sure this is one of them. 
Okay let's move away from the supernatural but keep it in the realm of weirdness for a moment. Who wants to hear my prostitute story? Of course you do (and keep the inevitable wisecracks PG-rated, cause I don't want to get in trouble with the Mods on account of you pervs - you know who you are).
I started secondary school when I was 11, and would take a taxi to get home on evenings. The taxis here aren't like in America where you pay for a cab: it's a shared vehicle. So I'd get to the taxi-stop hoping I'd get a front seat, cause I didn't want to get stuck in the back or worse: get stuck in the backseat and be squished in the middle. Which is exactly what happened one afternoon: to my left is some hefty dude, to my right an unassuming young lady. About 5 minutes into the drive the lady turns to me and says "Look, don't feel ashamed or anything, but I'm just going to change my clothes okay?" And then she...proceeds to do exactly that. In that tight little corner, she begins to change her clothes. Like, underwear and everything. And I'm looking around and nobody else in the taxi is paying her any mind, not even the driver who I'm certain can see everything in his rear-view mirror. And all the while she keeps patting me on the shoulder saying things like, "Don't worry I'll be done soon." She even does her makeup and uses hairspray (got a decent blast in my eye for good measure too, which made my eyes red and runny and look like I was crying). Now I'm getting really nervous cause NOBODY is paying attention to the fact that there is a lady changing her clothes in the darn car and I'm just sitting there all teary and red-eyed. Needless to say, I was very relieved when I got out the car to walk home.
I didn't know what to make of that until I got to school the next day and told a friend about it. Then he told me that she must have been a prostitute. I said "what's a proseetute?" (keep in mind I was 11 and obviously not very bright at the time). Then the little idiot goes around school telling everyone Stef drove home with a proseetute.
Friends are jerks.
I started secondary school when I was 11, and would take a taxi to get home on evenings. The taxis here aren't like in America where you pay for a cab: it's a shared vehicle. So I'd get to the taxi-stop hoping I'd get a front seat, cause I didn't want to get stuck in the back or worse: get stuck in the backseat and be squished in the middle. Which is exactly what happened one afternoon: to my left is some hefty dude, to my right an unassuming young lady. About 5 minutes into the drive the lady turns to me and says "Look, don't feel ashamed or anything, but I'm just going to change my clothes okay?" And then she...proceeds to do exactly that. In that tight little corner, she begins to change her clothes. Like, underwear and everything. And I'm looking around and nobody else in the taxi is paying her any mind, not even the driver who I'm certain can see everything in his rear-view mirror. And all the while she keeps patting me on the shoulder saying things like, "Don't worry I'll be done soon." She even does her makeup and uses hairspray (got a decent blast in my eye for good measure too, which made my eyes red and runny and look like I was crying). Now I'm getting really nervous cause NOBODY is paying attention to the fact that there is a lady changing her clothes in the darn car and I'm just sitting there all teary and red-eyed. Needless to say, I was very relieved when I got out the car to walk home.
I didn't know what to make of that until I got to school the next day and told a friend about it. Then he told me that she must have been a prostitute. I said "what's a proseetute?" (keep in mind I was 11 and obviously not very bright at the time). Then the little idiot goes around school telling everyone Stef drove home with a proseetute.
Friends are jerks.
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LOL. Everyone's a comedian.
What happens if Stephen relents and lets you stay on staff working from your homes in Maine and Arizona?
Need someone to check it twice... to make sure you've properly categorized who's been naughty and nice?
That definitely qualifies as weird!