SANEsters,
Okay we got a place to go - Pam A's - but nothing to do once we get there, other than open fire on excreta, if you know what I mean. (A week from now I will read this and not know what I mean. Know what I mean?)
Suggested options are:
A rude remark comparing "felting" to "frottage," and another saying felting sounds like fun. You draw your own conclusions. I know I have!
That's it for the suggestions. As always, thanks for playing, and the winner gets a copy of the home game and a year's supply of Rice-O'Rooney, the County Cork treat.
Not that I'm coming up with slam-bang ideas (which will no doubt join the frottage bandwagon) either, I'm just trying to stir up creative juices, stretch the bounds of your imaginations, prod a brain cell or three... is it me, or can I just not get my mind back out of the gutter? I'm gonna just sit back and take a minute...
Ahh, much better, clear mind and all. I'd suggest you all sit back and take a minute, and try, try not to fall asleep. There, you see, wasn't that great?
Now, before your sense of other responsibilities can grab hold of your attention, quickly fire back a response to this e-mail with the first project idea that snaps into your head. Ow! Don't snap quite so hard.
Once I get them all (and I mean you, Themal!) I'll either pick one (unlikely) or offer 'em up for a vote - or refer 'em to a subcommittee. Just because you suggest it doesn't mean you have to get all organized and "lead" it, you know. We're all adults here. Well, most of us. Okay, a few of us are oldish.
All right then, sorry to bother you right after lunch like this. But it was for your own good, and the good of the country.
-- Ramblin' Man