Re-creating the Prague Spring
"This document gives the Soviets full control over Czechoslovakia." 
"To the north. Look everybody!"
The iron-fisted ruler of Soviet Russia
Why aren't people interested in what I'm doing?
posted by kent @ 8:03 p.m.
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nerd
Ryan, this means war!
oh dear...
is Kent getting his mummy to fight his battles then?!
It's not even me, so I don't need my mom to fight my battles for me.
Not all of us calculate weather patterns for a living and are getting our masters in math....
you have a twin?!
what kind of insult is stating my current work?!
A twin?
What, do all Canadians look the same?
And stating your current work was simply to provide means of comparison. No insult was intended.
i'm getting confused...
am i missing something? my dissertation is due in on friday, so i'm missing a lot of things recently...
the person in the photo isn't you? if not it must be your brother (who looks exactly like you) given your mum's comment and your canadian comment... why mention gas demand forecasting?
i think i need a drink...
Wait so is this a photo of your brother? I need to know these things if I'm going to call dibs or not, I'd hate to dibs the wrong scawny blond Canadian and wind up out a arabian mare but plus some other scrawny blond Canadian husband.
ack, this is too much effort... I'll just call it:
"Squirell!"
Megan, I'm shocked. Do my brother and I really look that similar? Didn't we live together? Shouldn't you know what I look like?
Yes, it is my brother and not me. Why won't anyone believe me?
Small correction:
Just for today, I am going to defend Kent and say that he is correct. The picture is of my other son, Rory. How can anyone think they look alike???
Megan, while he may look scrawny in that picture, fear not, as he is in fact well muscled. I think he has more to fear from a heels-wearing cheesey Wisconsinite, than you have to fear from this wholesome Canadian.
Whoa. WHOA. Who are you calling scrawny? I don't even know you, and if it's true what my mother said about you being from Wisconsin (the land that time forgot, according to an article about Hotdishes on Wikipedia...which I hold to be the authority on all things Wisconsin), then what have you or your state done recently other than sit dormant on the fringe of America's rustbelt? There I am, reenacting the Prague Spring, standing up to the Soviet Union, and I get attacked for it? That's not what the Prague Spring was about! Forgive me for not benchpressing cows all day long, or whatever it is you and your people in Wisconsin do all day to idle away the time in between cheese harvests.
And for the record, I'm not scrawny; I'm festively trim.
To my festively trim second son:
I think it is time to tell you that the cheesey Wisconsinite has offered us 3 camels and 7 kilos of lentils for you. I insisted on an Arabian stallion, but have settled on a mare. So you can consider yourself "spoken for".
So between cheese harvests, that bovine benchpresser may soon be knocking on your door and demanding that you follow her. Unless she recinds her offer, due to your perceived scrawniness.
Wait a minute, I remember seeing a picture of her. I believe the word scrawny could apply to her. You could easily pick her up and toss her out on her keester.
I wonder what kind of rules exist in regards to these kinds of marriages?
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