Toadfish Monastery

But then I woke up realised, thank heavens, that it was all just a bad dream.

The person below me has read every book written by Terry Pratchett, even the ones written for children.

**in an old man's crotchety voice**
Once, back when I was uncivilized.  We were living in the woods in those days.  We mostly ate bark.  And we were GLAD OF IT, too.  For Thanksgiving, we had ROCK with our BARK. And we were THANKful.

We LIKED it that way, yes indeed.

Not like kids today, with their ipods and actual shoes and stuff. Soft! That's what they all are:  SOFT!

And they have REAL BOOKS.  In my day, we read off of LEAVES and BARK (what we weren't eating).  We used rusty nails to scratch writing on the bark.

Soft! They're ALL SOFT!  (why, I had to WALK to school in the SNOW.  And that was in SUMMER. WINTER was blizzards and glaciers! And ice-crevasses, that you had to cross with nothing more than grass-ropes! Yes-- we made our own ropes out of grass. )

The sibling below me is TOO SOFT!  Complains about having to WALK TO THE CAR.

Hrumph.

**end of old' man's voice**

"Cor, luxury!  We use to dream about living in the woods.  We used to live in a shoe-box.  We had to get up three hours before we went to bed, had a bowl of gravel for our breakfast and work down mine for eight hours before we walked to school in our bare feet through ten foot snow banks.

You're right about one thing, though, people to day are SOFT.  They don't know how good they've got it.  Why I remember...."

Sound of a heavy blunt object being brought down on something all squishy like.

The person below me likes blue M&Ms best

Yes I do. They make me 5% more hyperactive than when I eat the red M&M's.

The sibling below be loves breeding hyperactive 3-toed sloths.

Indeed, I do.  They are much faster than regular sloths - they can traverse a branch in under a day!  And you should see them critters eat: they devour their food nearly 2 times faster than a regular sloth!  Imagine that!

The sibling below me now has an image of a sloth moving in slow-motion-- only slightly faster than a "regular" one. 

The sloth triathlon. The only trathlon with swimming being the fastest part.

The sibling below me was born in the yera of the attacking ay-ay (and is therefore an orangutan).

It's the hats, you see. Makes everyone think I am a 'man of the woods'. That and only showering every 30th year.

The sibling below me uses Joy Lemon Liquid as shampoo.

We've got little else at the moment, being that pay day isn't for a while.

The sibling below me wonders who named a plant "Eggplant," when its purple and not egg-like.

I figure it was a Blind Botanist, who relied entirely on his sense of touch.  After all, it is sortof egg-shaped - at least some varieties are .. eggplant varieties

The sibling below me had no idea there were actually MORE than one variety of such a strange plant ..

Further, he cares less and considers egg-plant to be marginally less edible than cardboard, with a similar flavour.

The sibling below me wonders how come Sibling Bluenose knows what cardboard tastes like.

I will assume that you know the same way that I know - you've actually tasted the stuff as a kid. 

The sibling below me also knows what the taste of cardboard is like.

Oh yes, I remember my grandfather's sloppy joe's. Ugh.

The sibling below me plans to form a FSM coalition.

...at the Toadfish Monastery of course.

The Sibling below me is scared all monks look like Friar Tuck.

...as long as the Nuns don't look like Friar Tuck aswell!!  Apart from the Nun of Dresden of course.

The person below me will now take on all the characteristics of the long lost E Raser of Tuscany and start posting in character.

I attempted it, but it gave my brain a flat. Now I have to jack up my brain and replace it with a slightly smaller brain that I hope will get me to the next service station where I hope they carry the size brain appropriate for my vehicle. And I don't want another "retread" like I got last time.

The sibling below me has offered to tow my brain. Or brain my toe.