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I think it's sweet but kind of ridiculous how the thread's gone all maternal just because he posted whilst hung over and honest, admitting to stinking of olive oil being bored of beet things and having the shits. Soon as he's feeling ok again normal service will resume presumably.
 
I think it's sweet but kind of ridiculous how the thread's gone all maternal just because he posted whilst hung over and honest, admitting to stinking of olive oil being bored of beet things and having the shits. Soon as he's feeling ok again normal service will resume presumably.
All happy families are alike, all unhappy families are unhappy after their own fashion.
 
Just thinking of a couple of moments from the past when if I'd known about this place and had access to the internet i'd probably have sent out a little SOS asking if someone could please come pick me up feed me and let me sleep somewhere safe. I've never been any kind of full time Stanley (and alcohol was never my thing) but did get myself in some crap situations alone in strange places without backup sometimes, largely fuelled by romantic self aggrandising fantasies a lot like his.
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I think it's sweet but kind of ridiculous how the thread's gone all maternal just because he posted whilst hung over and honest, admitting to stinking of olive oil being bored of beet things and having the shits. Soon as he's feeling ok again normal service will resume presumably.

Every small town has its own town drunk, also known as an "Otis". Stan is our Otis.
 
Oh, FFS, it was only a couple of days ago he was posting about eating & living well in Lisbon, despite his dodgy leg.

Yesterday, he posted he's got the shits, and some people seem to think he's knocking at death's door. :facepalm:
Exactly! Bunch of do-gooding softies. Good for a soft feather bed and a free dinner any day of the week. :)
 
Well, small-town life in the USA sounds fun and interesting:
A common joke on the show was to have Otis see something bizarre or unexpected while he was inebriated that was actually present, but which he would assume to be a drunken hallucination. Once, Sheriff Taylor locked a dynamite-laden goat in a padded jail cell to prevent an explosion
As you do, obviously. Next time I meet a dynamite-laden goat, I'll know what to do about it.

"Hello, Policeman, could you take care of this dynamite-laden goat for me, please? Thank you so much. Bye"
 
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