Late nights are great in our job for chatting on here.

It'll pick up here this afternoon and I won't be able to chat much

Not with my right big toe. I almost cut it off while stomping around in an old pond when I was a young teenager. Neve did find out what I stepped on, but it cut through the bottom of my big toe and all that stopped it was the bone.

As they say, True Dat!

I think we lost Hobbes, either that or we haven't given him a chance to get in a post.

I did about the same thing one time. Stepped off the porch onto a piece of angle iron. Went to the bone. I was in the fourth grade.

Probably the second one.

We do tend to talk a little sometimes.

We should be getting close to roll over another page.

There it was!

You know, sometimes it's easier talking to someone you don't actually know (you know what I mean) than it is someone you are close to.

DANG, my relief just showed up. Wassup with that?