ConcreteSchlyrd

[GuruMeditation]

So are you going to tell people or do I need to? :P

[gran guerrero]

What are you going to tell us oh great guru?

[stark]

I hope it's

A.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start playing subspace again.
B.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start pallies back up
C.) All of the above

[Capital Knockers]

I hope it's

A.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start playing subspace again.
B.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start pallies back up
C.) All of the above

Agreed.

[PH]

i already know what it is, and unfortunately it's none of the above.

[GuruMeditation]

I hope it's

A.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start playing subspace again.
B.) ConcreteSchlyrd is going to start pallies back up
C.) All of the above

a) Not to my knowledge.
b) Nope.
c) Sorry.

[Cops]

probably having a kid

[ConcreteSchlyrd]

I'm having a kid? Holy shit!

PS - Whatup Gooroo?

[GuruMeditation]

I'm having a kid? Holy shit!

PS - Whatup Gooroo?

Dude if you are having a kid ... god help us all. Although I dare say we can take photos of them and have contests as to what the most embarrassing outfit we can possibly fit them into is.

PS: If you have a daughter and she's as cute as your lady friend, let's talk.
PPS: Ok, that possibly sounded wrong. You know I have a 2 1/2 year old son.
PPPS: Stop beating about the bush damnit.
PPPPS: And by that last phrase I wasn't making any reference to your sex life and having kids.

[ConcreteSchlyrd]

Dude if you are having a kid ... god help us all. Although I dare say we can take photos of them and have contests as to what the most embarrassing outfit we can possibly fit them into is.

You're talking to the guy who still owns a giant hand-sewn Gizmo head from when he was 8:

(Smug represent! Where you at, Boo? Where you at?)

I'm down for a good picture contest. I gotta say that, having seen some of the pictures you've taken of your little one, we'll have some serious competition.

PS: If you have a daughter and she's as cute as your lady friend, let's talk.

Are you hitting on my wife or my possibly-yet-to-be-conceived daughter? Creepy, man. Just creepy.

PPS: Stop beating about the bush damnit.

Seriously, I'm not sure what I'm holding back. The married thing? The house thing? The one about the rabbi, the priest and Thunderpyle?

[GuruMeditation]

Are you hitting on my wife or my possibly-yet-to-be-conceived daughter? Creepy, man. Just creepy.

I know I know I looked at it again and went ... that just sounds wrong ...

Seriously, I'm not sure what I'm holding back. The married thing?

Uh huh! Come on Conc ... only reason I found out is I introduced Tres to my wife as your future brother in law and he corrected me. Granted I may be the only person out of the loop due to being absent from Subspace for ages and Beatdown for months but still ...

The house thing?

You got a house? Awesome!

The one about the rabbi, the priest and Thunderpyle?

... now that he's back in business I have to ask about that one ...

Oh, and as for children in costumes, here's a baby ultros.

[ConcreteSchlyrd]

Uh huh! Come on Conc ... only reason I found out is I introduced Tres to my wife as your future brother in law and he corrected me. Granted I may be the only person out of the loop due to being absent from Subspace for ages and Beatdown for months but still ...

Wait a second, when you introduced Tres to your wife? Please tell me it was over voice chat or something, and you weren't physically in the area and we didn't have beers or something.

You're not the only person--I haven't made any announcement or anything because I didn't feel like it was a Subspacey-type deal. I would've probably told you in private if I had seen you around.

You got a house? Awesome!

... and we're back in Iowa City, which is pretty fantastic. I'm not quite sure how anyone could actually live in southern Illinois for more than a few months. That place is depressing. Yikes.

... now that he's back in business I have to ask about that one ...

A rabbi, a priest and Pyle walk into a bar. The bartender looks up at the rabbi, and slaps him on his back.

"Hey pal, what'll ya have?" exclaims the bartender.

"I'll have a nice glass of port, please," the rabbi asks. The bartender reaches underneath the bar, pulls out an 1873 vintage port, and pours the rabbi a glass. The rabbi takes a sip, savors it on his tongue for a second, and swallows it. "That was excellent," he says, and pays with a fifty dollar bill. "Keep the change."

The priest saddles up to the bar, and the bartender turns his attention to him. "Hey fella! What can I get ya?" he asks.

"I'd like a nice shot of Bushmills if you'd be so kind," says the priest. The bartender reaches underneath the bar, pulls out a 21-year malt and pours a few shots worth into a rocks glass. The priest grabs the glass, slams it, and returns the rocks glass to the bar with a thunderous crash. "Outstanding!" he gasps. He pulls a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and places it on the bar. "Keep the change!"

The bartender turns his head down to the end of bar, where Thunderpyle has been sitting the entire time, witnessing the drinking habits of the two religious archetypes.

"What's your poison?" he yells to Pyle. Preferring to say nothing, Pyle lights up a joint and proceeds to fuck everyone in the ass, jackhammer style.

The end.

[ConcreteSchlyrd]

Pearl Jam was also in the bar, drinking some nice dry cherry wine.

[GuruMeditation]

Wait a second, when you introduced Tres to your wife? Please tell me it was over voice chat or something, and you weren't physically in the area and we didn't have beers or something.

Twas only in game. Believe me if I'm in Iowa any time you'll know. Then again I did say "You still in Ohio?" at some point to Tres so I may try looking you up if I visit Alaska at this rate.

You're not the only person--I haven't made any announcement or anything because I didn't feel like it was a Subspacey-type deal.

Well, it came out of the blue. And I hadn't heard anyone say anything about it. But I did drop out of the BB loop big time for a few months and haven't been in the SS loop for a while. Congrats all the same. Have a toaster.

... and we're back in Iowa City, which is pretty fantastic. I'm not quite sure how anyone could actually live in southern Illinois for more than a few months. That place is depressing. Yikes.

Iowa City, even our Google Map satellite images are in sepia.

(seriously, it looks weird)

A rabbi, a priest and Pyle walk into a bar. The bartender looks up at the rabbi, and slaps him on his back.

(...)

The end.

That's our Pyle.

[ConcreteSchlyrd]

Well, it came out of the blue. And I hadn't heard anyone say anything about it. But I did drop out of the BB loop big time for a few months and haven't been in the SS loop for a while. Congrats all the same. Have a toaster.

Thanks for the virtual toaster! I'll make sure to use it for all my e-bagels. But for seriousses, thanks man. Married life is just about how I expected it to be: not much different, other than the fact that you're now legally bound to someone else. It's good times--I'm glad I picked a good one. We're bound to be start churning out huge, beautiful babies at some point. Not gonna happen until the wifey finishes up her terminal degree, though.

That is, of course, unless nature dictates otherwise. She's a wily cooz, that Mother Nature.

Iowa City, even our Google Map satellite images are in sepia.

(seriously, it looks weird)

We keep shit on the downlow here. Ain't no one gotta see what's REALLY going on in my backyard. Either way, it's true--life here is actually lived in sepia tone, like an old-timey photo. I spent the entire morning at the general store, loading up on wagon wheels and ox yokes.

What's new with your life, brudda?