Post Anything You Want Thread!
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Leafergurl:
Ah the ferignheight/celcius gap.
Yup Charles.... but what's 20°C?
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Old Brown Shoe:
Great! Congrats again on your 10,000 (Cookies))) posts I believe that 32 F is equal to 0 C.
DING DING DING!! What do we have for him Johnny?!
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Leafergurl:
Old Brown Shoe:
Great! Congrats again on your 10,000 (Cookies))) posts I believe that 32 F is equal to 0 C.
DING DING DING!! What do we have for him Johnny?!
So what would 20c be in farenheight?52?
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Grrrrrrrrr. . . I just mannaged to cut my back, and I can't reach it to put a band-aid on it. :
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Hi ((Charles)) it about 78 degrees in the cornfields and cloudy. Hope you are doing well. ((Lisa)) I just feel grouchy today, but I try not let it show to much, beside I still have my sense of humor.
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Fair enough... We're all allowed to get grouchy. And Sher... How on earth did you cut your back?
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Have you forgotten who you're talking to? :
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Who me?
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You're talking to yourself?
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Magical Mystery Girl:
Fair enough... We're all allowed to get grouchy. And Sher... How on earth did you cut your back?
Thank you ((Lisa)) Bless you . and hello Leafergurl.
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Beatman:
Thank you ((Lisa)) Bless you . and hello Leafergurl.
Hey there Beatman.
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Beatman:
Magical Mystery Girl:
Fair enough... We're all allowed to get grouchy. And Sher... How on earth did you cut your back?
Thank you ((Lisa)) Bless you . and hello Leafergurl.
But I didn't sneeze!
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Leafergurl:
You're talking to yourself?
Me? No. I asked how you managed to cut your back...
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Magical Mystery Girl:
Leafergurl:
You're talking to yourself?
Me? No. I asked how you managed to cut your back...
Lol, and I asked if you've forgotten who you're talking to.
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No! I'm taking to you ........right?
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Lol, yes , me . . . Sher . . . aka . . . Accident-proned Annie.
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What did you do?
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I left my swiss army knife on the couch. :
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Bloody hell Sher! Not a good place to leave it! You alright?
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Yeah, it's not too big. . . it'd be fine if I could get to it. . . grrr. . . me and my flying leap. . . I'm having a bad couple of days... I'm almost afraid to go running with my Dad.