Originally Posted by Vagabond
Well now isn’t this an interesting and highly combustible thread. Thought I would jump in.
Will, I have met you, and know that you are a nice guy, so this is purely metaphorical.
Jonathan has invited us to his place for the meet, yet he knows full well that we don’t get along (hypothetically of course). We are the same species but I’m just a mean b%#rd. I can’t help myself it’s the Irish/Lebanese. Once you arrive at his place, and as soon as I see you, I pick up a big stick and chase you around his basement until you are frantic, out of breath, and hyperventilating. It is a relatively small space but you manage to find solace hiding behind the frag tank, however, I’m cruising the room keeping an eye on you. Each time you try to come out, I’m going to whack you on the noggin or the hand with my stick (I’m not into nipping at your fins). I may break a few fingers and add a few goose eggs to your melon but hey, they ‘ll heal.
After a few hours, I get tired of this, besides there is food being served. Now, you can’t share any of my food but Alan is nice enough to bring you a few scraps to your hiding place behind the frag tank. Slowly you start to venture out but every once in a while I chase you back into hiding just to keep your heart rate up and make sure you are on constant alert and in fear of a beating.
Finally, things have calmed down a little and it’s time for everyone to leave, But wait there is a massive snowstorm and now we are stuck in Jon’s’ basement. Apparently, it will take weeks, months maybe forever to dig us out.
Better sleep with one eye open
Sounds like fun eh
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