Exactly HOW were you planning on paying this guy back?

LOL. Not what you had in mind.

I was wanting to know how much cash he wanted for the machine.

What doesn't make sense is why I was even willing to pay him for it. I didn't even know what it did. Sort of like a large washing machine shaped object, made out of wood, like a barrel and some gold colored raised letters on the side that said Time Machine.

Sounds to me like you were being scammed in a sex deal gone wrong?

I've told him not to buy time machines from craigslist.

Last night I dreamed that my mom was telling me that Breyers ice cream was on sale for $1.79. I woke up to my dream being crushed.

That's a pretty tame one for you, Charles. Wasn't there a French upstairs maid involved---- or a train tunnel?

I think my dream just seems less detailed and layered now that Sean's ribbon tweeter has landed on the board.

Many ha-ha's for that one, CV!

I know what you mean, though. It's all we're gonna hear about for weeks--- "...my Salks this and my Salks that." It's gonna be unbearable, unless he learns to despise that ribbon tweeter.

I was sitting on the couch the other day and my Salks, without even asking, went and got me a beer and poured it into a glass with the perfect amount of frothy foam on top. . . .

It's good to be me. Me with my Salks.


(is it getting old yet?)

Breyers wasn't on sale for $1.79, but I still bought four cartons of it for $3.49 apiece. They could have been $2.99 apiece if I'd bought ten of them, but that seems like a lot to carry home when I'm walking. I'd be morbidly big-boned if I didn't walk so much.