We tend to give crakar a hard time around here, but via email he has offered us something for which we should all be grateful, and that is new hope for controlling the unfolding BP oil spill disaster in the Gulf of Mexico.
In the spirit of pictures being worth many words, I leave it at this:
[Update: BP has responded that according to their cost-benefit analysis, only one paper clip is indicated and it is their decision to go with that. "who cares, it's done, end of story, will probably be fine" said BP upper management.]
McGiver MacGyver has come out strongly against this new plan, saying it is too risky.]
[Update 3: BP has blacklisted
McGiver MacGyver for "company disloyalty." He will "never work in the oil industry again" according to inside sources.]
MacGyver says it is too risky. Awesome. :-)
If you are nerds like me, you will appreciate this Stargate reference (and Amanda Tapping is pretty hot as well)
We tend to give crakar a hard time around here . . .
He he. This is true. But our long-suffering disputant weathers the abuse with amazing aplomb. I would have long ago relented and switched to sex chat sites.
Remember the, "you don't have [Crakar] to kick around any more, because, gentlemen, this is my last [post]" post? How wrong we all we were.
Thanks for the links, gents.
After seeing your photo on your website i can understand why you would resort to sex chat sites, although having said that i would hope you have given them away considering your current situation :-)))
In regards to my premature departure if it was not for the childish goading that i received i would not have had to return to defend my honour.
In case you have not noticed my presence here has been somewhat subdued of late and your previous post stands as testament as to why i need to post at all.
After seeing your photo on your website i can understand why you would resort to sex chat sites . . .
Not enough sheep-like qualities for your taste, mate? But point taken . . . beauty (or lack thereof) is in the eye of the beholder, but no need to consider yourself childishly goaded.