Think about the fact that not all grandmothers fit the stereotype of a kind and mothering old lady. — S

Just look at Tony Soprano's mother -- one wicked old hag.

A rising tide lifts all boats. — Wallows

or sinks them.

A rising tide lifts all boats. — Wallows

Not yours. Yours is sinking. And you're too busy wallowing around to do anything about it. :grin:

or sinks them. — Bitter Crank

Hey! Do you mind? I'm trying to be smartarse here? How dare you try to steal my spotlight. Respect your younger!

Sorry, can't remember that far back. Also can't remember what this thread is about. I recall it being rather interesting... — 0 thru 9

It must be Alzheimer's. Did you take your daily dose of fish oil, pops?

A rising tide lifts all boats.
— Wallows

or sinks them. — Bitter Crank

You can't sink a ship twice.

Not yours. Yours is sinking. And you're too busy wallowing around to do anything about it. :grin: — S

I got over it, like I did of your selfish, egotistical, and highly immature comments. Hah! :blush:

Aww, @Baden, I blame @S for moving this thread to the Lounge.

Hehe, good call. :eyes:

I may have been a smart ass before you were born. How old are you?

Not Alzheimers. But I'm definitely demented. As for fish oil, I eat fish alive, raw and wiggly just like Gollum. I got a taste for it when I was waiting to be rescued from the Titanic.

I got over it, like I did of your selfish, egotistical, and highly immature comments. Hah! :blush: — Wallows

You see overcoming prejudice in that way? Gosh.

I may have been a smart ass before you were born. How old are you? — Bitter Crank

Very, very old. I am a reincarnation of wisdom itself, which is very old indeed.

Too busy wallowing...

Wallow wallow. :blush:

Too busy wallowing...

Wallow wallow. :blush: — Wallows

That's alright, you carry on. I'll save the day as usual. No need for alarm, it's only a sinking ship.

And no, you can forget "women and children first". It's every man for himself. Of course, by save the day, I meant save myself. Same difference as far as I'm concerned.

Wallow wallow...

Yes, the ship is sunk.

Wallow wallow...

Wallow wallow...

Yes, the ship is sunk.

Wallow wallow... — Wallows

Good to know my torpedoes are in working order.

Wallow wallow.

Did you feed the cat?

Meow meow.

Wallow wallow.

Did you feed the cat?

Meow meow. — Wallows

No, but I fed the me.

Me, me, me, me, me...

Wallow wallow ...

Poor cat.

Wallow meow....

Wallow wallow ...

Poor cat.

Wallow meow.... — Wallows

Hey, do you remember that time I pointed a gun at my cat in real life? Good times. :lol:

Yes, it was a sad day.

Wallow wallow.

Yes, it was a sad day.

Wallow wallow. — Wallows

Not for me it wasn't. I make me laugh.

Go feed the cat.

Wallow wallow ...

Go feed the cat.

Wallow wallow... — Wallows

It's round my mum's. And I'm too busy wallowing. Except I wallow differently. My wallowing involves making light of everything. It's my coping mechanism.

Oh, like setting the world on fire...

Wallow wallow...

Oh, like setting the world on fire...

Wallow wallow... — Wallows

Yes, starting with my cat. Then I'm coming for you. :fire:

Poor cat!

Wallow wallow...

Poor cat!

Wallow wallow... — Wallows

Poor me.

Another drink.

It's fine.

Wallows perfunctorily...