To nights Twins

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Thank you! We needed this tonight.

Well, then, I'm sure you are already typing up the rejoinder, concerning the Twins half of the first.

 

/ edit - there, see? Called it

 

Seems you were beaten to the punch.

In that half inning, there was exactly one ball swung at where the batter managed to get the bat on the ball, and that was chopped foul. There's a name for that kind of offense, what is it?

 

I don't know, but while googling up the word Futility in trying to answer it, I came across this abridged list of futile dissertation titles:

 

 

• “Electrical Measurements on Cuticles of the American Cockroach”
  
• “Determinants of Flossing Behavior in the College Age Population”
  
• “Classification of Drinking Styles Using the Topographical Components of Beer Drinking”
  
• “”More Fun Than Anything” (about cyclopropenium salts)
  
• “Creep of Portland Cement Paste”
  
• “Garage Sales as Practice: Ideologies of Women, Work and Community in Daily Life (Volumes I and II)”
  
• “Communication Use in the Motorcycle Gang”
  
• “‘Santa Claus’: A Mime-Opera Based on The Morality by e.e. cummings”
  
• “Ritual Drama in American Popular Culture: The Case of Professional Wrestling”
  
• “Things That Are Good and Things That Are Chocolate: A Cultural Model of Weight Control as Morality”
  
• “Jock and Jill: Aspects of Women’s Sports History in America, 1870-1940″
  
• “The Function of the Couch in Stimulating Altered States of Consciousness in Hypnosis and in Psychoanalysis”
  
• “I Am You, You Are Me: A Philosophical Explanation of the Possibility That We Are All the Same Person”
  

Bert got me a little exited there.

I'm going to blame the image of dog slobber that I can't get out of my brain.

 

Ughh... this picture reminds me of a vacation I took to Tijuana. I better call my therapist.

Bert got me a little exited there.

 

I mean Dick.

Bert got me a little exited there.

Huh.

 

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

 

EDIT: I smell a set up. Too late.

Seems you were beaten to the punch.

 

I have no alibi, and so I offer as atonement this photo:

 

 

I believe they are twins.

Plouffie is really getting after it!

I have no alibi, and so I offer as atonement this photo:

 

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I believe they are twins.

 

Are you talking about the people, or...?

Edited August 17, 201313 yr by IdahoPilgrim

I have no alibi, and so I offer as atonement this photo:

 

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I believe they are twins.

 

Could be, but I am concerned with what the smaller woman is drinking.

"Atonement."

 

I do not think that word means what you think it means.

I mean Dick.

 

We assumed.

"Atonement."

 

I do not think that word means what you think it means.

 

That is because there may well be no word for the photo I offered.

I had to give cpr on my neighbors boxer today. I brushed my teeth for 20 minutes afterwards.

Gibby - Cesar Millan ain't got bleep on you!

I have no alibi, and so I offer as atonement this photo:

 

I question whether there is true repentance here, but your offering is acceptable. Go in peace.

• “Classification of Drinking Styles Using the Topographical Components of Beer Drinking”
  

 

Futile? I got a C+ that earned me my Associate's at Willmar State Junior College with that little number. I worked on it for 4 years.

• “Classification of Drinking Styles Using the Topographical Components of Beer Drinking”
  

 

Futile? I got a C+ that earned me my Associate's at Willmar State Junior College with that little number. I worked on it for 4 years.

 

I thought this looked familiar. We used it as a reference work when I was in school.

• “Classification of Drinking Styles Using the Topographical Components of Beer Drinking”
  

 

Futile? I got a C+ that earned me my Associate's at Willmar State Junior College with that little number. I worked on it for 4 years.

 

I believe it; I cleaned up the spelling in that title before posting.

You can cancel the post game press conference.

Ramirez thought he was Dozier.

Ramirez thought he was Dozier.

 

• “I Am You, You Are Me: A Philosophical Explanation of the Possibility That We Are All the Same Person”
  

You can cancel the post game press conference.

 

The Morneau trade fell through?

pfft. Noe Pauer.

• “I Am You, You Are Me: A Philosophical Explanation of the Possibility That We Are All the Same Person”
  

 

Or: "Getting In Touch With Your Inner Dozier"

pfft. Noe Pauer.

 

We can have a post-game press conference about that.

• “I Am You, You Are Me: A Philosophical Explanation of the Possibility That We Are All the Same Person”
  

I was reading that to the tune of "I am the Walrus", then it fell apart.

I was reading that to the tune of "I am the Walrus", then it fell apart.

 

Any Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band fans in the audience?

 

Kama, Kama, Kama Sutra with me, yeah yeah

Kama, Kama, Kama Sutra with me, yeah yeah

We tried position 31

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It was terrific fun, uh huh

In position 72

You were me

And I was you, uh

Kama, Kama, Kama Sutra with me, yeah yeah

Kama, Kama, Kama Sutra with me, yeah yeah

 

Mauer's a slouch. That should have been a triple.

(According to the Book of River Brian)

Mauer's a slouch. That should have been a triple.

(According to the Book of River Brian)

 

Wasn't there a thread about that not too long ago? That's not Twins baseball.