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I had an average Saturday night. The person below me has driven through a blizzard white out.

Depends on which shade. I'm in a blue mood today, but usually it's green. Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby?

Sort of, but not seriously. The person below me has been to a convention.

Cold. Rain makes you wet, and I always have blankets in the truck. Cottage cheese plain or with fruit?

I got click-happy. Now the only checks I write out are for rent (dropbox) and house insurance (paid annually). Not that bad when you do it that way. The person below me has noticed that pretty much any time there's a story, they interview Kronwall.

There was some speculation that he was not on the plane. I suppose because he was Belarussian and they were landing in Minsk. There was rumour that he had gone separately to visit early. Unfortunately, he was with the team.

Let them know. Full moon or new moon?

Life. The person below me is dreading a meeting coming up.

I hate it when you're wearing a pair of relatively new jeans and, seemingly out of nowhere, there is this long, kind of thick rope of threads. They come out of a pocket or from a seam. They weren't there a minute ago, and now you're holding them in your hand. There are too many of them to just throw them on the ground, and if you stuff them in the pocket, they'll just work their way out again, so you have to find a garbage can just for a few random threads. Oh, wait, this isn't the Random Thread Discussion? Oh, well... carry on, then.

Work, sleep, first day of Sunday School (which should be interesting with everything that went on over the summer), first weekend of football, and clean house if I feel like it. Right now, I don't. The person below me lives by a sewer treatment plant.

Totally. Planned out in detail. The person below me owns a hockey stick.

Unfortunately, there seems to be more news every day. The person below me gets even.

I'll go with dark. Birds or bees?

Nope. I've had pea pods. Close enough? The person below me hates customer service.

I remember that like it was yesterday. My Godson was about 3 or 4 at the time, and was a huge fan of #3. He even had the little suit. I remember his mother breaking the news to them, and them both crying together. I'm just sitting here in tears. Do not want to go to work tonight.

I'm assuming the post you quoted was not meant seriously, and was making fun of the comments earlier in the thread. Either that, or we are headed for Armageddon as someone has breached the Eighth Level of Stupid.

And polar bears go "brrrrrrrr".

I'm not fond of the top, so I'll go with the tube. Plants on a stand or hanging? (talking indoor plants, here)

I had not seen that one before. Bork! Bork! Bork! The Swedish chef is always funny. The person below me wishes there was a button on the computer keyboard that would punch the person who typed whichever post you would like to punch them for typing.

Please tell me you're a troll.

How sad is it that I know muppets, but had to look up "thumb drive"? I have one, I just know it by another name, and it is my storage of choice. Cow, chicken, or pig- which would you rather converse with if they could talk?

Since Plan A is "win the lottery", I find it always good to have a Plan B, and sometimes a Plan C. The person below me makes good gravy from scratch.

I'll go with tied since one can trip on untied. Dr Teeth or Zoot?

I've never liked popping balloons. Bubble wrap, on the other hand, is a whole different story. The person below me is much better at figuring out how Sesame Street videos are going to end than they used to be.

I know he was a public figure, but for the sake of his memory and respect for his wife and kids, I think we've entered the area where we need to respect their privacy and simply mourn the passing of a man who was influential as a hockey player. Not trying to tell people what to do or say, or what they can or can't say. Just saying that maybe we need to think about that and let the guy rest in peace.