Originally Posted by
WWads
Sitting in the Max and Erma's at DAY, waiting for an ATL flight.
DAY on a Saturday evening somehow feels less dead than CVG at the same time.
Update: watching two doves trying to kill each other. #UnwantedDinnerEntertainment
Some days, I think I'm the only one in the Lounge who doesn't live in DAY.
Originally Posted by
Howste
No, in fact when I showed up at check-in carrying a particularly large one, the agent said "You rock!" I think he may have been stoned. His day got off to a rocky start, and I kept him from hitting rock bottom
He asked me about a special strap that I use to carry my stones - I call it my rock band. He said it was pretty igneous. I used to call it my over-the-shoulder boulder holder, but that name apparently has an alternate meaning...
We talced to each other for a bit and, he started getting sedimental. He and his girlfriend Adrian had a big quarry, and they split up. He said some things that weren't very pelite and she lost her marbles. He said he really took her for granite until she was gone. But he still lavas her, and hopes they can cobble their relationship back together. He's petrified that they won't, and it's all his fault.
Anyway, I've taken up too much of you pebbles time with my stony telling.
In case you were curious, we had a really gneiss time camping.
Groan!
Originally Posted by
jrl767
we gravel in your presence, exalted punster (ore some other miner appellation) ... keep adit
Ugh!
Originally Posted by
Howste
Your post and mine are along the same vein. Shale we continue? I could never be a miner - it's too boring.
Speaking of mines, did you hear what happened when a piano fell down a mine shaft? A flat miner.
Groan!
Originally Posted by
Zorak
What a load of schist.
LOL
Originally Posted by
Howste
No fracking way.
LOL