Tell us something.: "Tell us something" hits me a bit like someone asking me to tell a joke. I can always think of a hundred of them until someone asks me for one. You know how it is. Right now, I can't think of "something" to tell you. But I have to use at least 100 characters to inform you of that.
Lovely lovely. I love Denny's theories on why the groomsmen look so serious. Might I add the possibility that some or all of the bridesmades are taken?
Tell us something.: I used to be a regular then I took up the bassoon. Bassoons don't have a lot of chiff. Not really, I have always been a drummer, and my C&F years were when I was a little tired of the drums. Now I'm back playing drums. I mist the C&F years, though.
Congratulations to the beautiful bride and the handsome groom!!! Wishing you a life full of happiness and love
... and also to the happy looking father and mother
Brigitte and Colin
Dale, the girls are grown ups, time flies by so fast and seeing the pictures today... your daughters all grew up to some really beautiful women which have brains and heart, very special really....
Wenn die Klügeren nachgeben,
regieren die Dummköpfe die Welt.
(Jean Claude Riber)
Tell us something.: "Tell us something" hits me a bit like someone asking me to tell a joke. I can always think of a hundred of them until someone asks me for one. You know how it is. Right now, I can't think of "something" to tell you. But I have to use at least 100 characters to inform you of that.
emmline wrote:Why do groomsmen always look so dour? Don't answer that.
Too late; you opened the door. Pick any number of reasons, and they're all probably applicable:
- I hate this stupid suit.
- Why are the bridesmaids so cheery? You know they wouldn't be caught dead in those getups, either.
- I could be grilling brats and having a cool one right now.
- I'm missing the game, dammit.
- My legs are tired.
- Ohh...hangover.....
- I have seen the future. Please let it not be too soon.
OK, it was Nano, not Denny. The names are so similar, a guy can get confused.
T