Guess who's back....
Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 3:37 am
Back again....
Slutty Grampa's back...
Tell a friend.
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back...
Ba-da-da...
That's right, folks - tis I... The Slutty Grampa. ¡Abuelo de Slutty!
After being abducted by aliens that, oddly enough, spoke no English at all, but merely communicated using grunts and hand gestures.... (I'm guessing that they were hands... I'm not completely familiar with alien anatomy. Let's just call them "appendages").... wait - where was I? Oh, yes - merely communicating using grunts and, um.... appendage gestures(?), I was subjected rigorous interrogations. From what I could gather, they kept asking me why, oh, why did Rafael Palmiero turn to steroids. I told 'em, "Ok, look....". Wait - nevermind... not important.
Anywho - after finally burying my PC at Forest Lawn Cemetary (it's a lovely headstone.... really), I realized that I had lost EVERYTHING PC-wise. I said to myself, "Self - you're a moron for not backing stuff up.
" After months of using someone else's computer, I'm finally able to report that, yes indeedy, I'm back with my own PC! WOOHOO!!! I hope that it's needless to say that I've missed EVERYONE! However, as senile as I've become, I must ashamedly admit that, given the time away, I had actually forgot about the Work-It-Out forum *GASP!!!* BIG thanks to Swanti for actually finding me on my Yahoo blog and reminding me to "COME BACK TO TAMS!!!". So - here I am!
Slutty Grampa's back...
Tell a friend.
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back...
Ba-da-da...
That's right, folks - tis I... The Slutty Grampa. ¡Abuelo de Slutty!
After being abducted by aliens that, oddly enough, spoke no English at all, but merely communicated using grunts and hand gestures.... (I'm guessing that they were hands... I'm not completely familiar with alien anatomy. Let's just call them "appendages").... wait - where was I? Oh, yes - merely communicating using grunts and, um.... appendage gestures(?), I was subjected rigorous interrogations. From what I could gather, they kept asking me why, oh, why did Rafael Palmiero turn to steroids. I told 'em, "Ok, look....". Wait - nevermind... not important.
Anywho - after finally burying my PC at Forest Lawn Cemetary (it's a lovely headstone.... really), I realized that I had lost EVERYTHING PC-wise. I said to myself, "Self - you're a moron for not backing stuff up.
