Cedar Point Closed Sept 5-6

Since this thread is going nowhere anyway, I'll throw in my favorite Carlin quote:

"Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong."

R.I.P. George

Heh. I figured you were probably kidding, but I didn't want to assume. Somewhere out there is Blake Lewis's biggest fan, who is contemplating desperate and possibly suicidal measures as we speak.

Just glad it wasn't you. ;)

After reading through this thread my level of depression has just increased.

I like turtles.

Depression is bad.

Depressed turtles are even worse.

I mean seriously, imagine a turtle. Then imagine a turtle with extreme depression. That would probably be the most awful thing to ever have to witness. :(

I saw a dead turtle on the road one time. He was somewhat flattened, with all his limbs and his head sticking out. His eyes were were bulging out of his head, as if the pressure of getting run over had forced his eyeballs out of their sockets.

That was somewhat depressing.

Uggg, that's pretty depressing Mike. I saw a little baby bird that looked like it had fallen from a tree and in turn got ran over by an automobile.

That also was somewhat depressing.

This thread.... [from Operating Dates, to Obituaries, to Bill O'Reilly (my personal favorite), to Roadkill] ...is wonderful.

Ensign Smith said:
Somewhere out there is Blake Lewis's biggest fan, who is contemplating desperate and possibly suicidal measures as we speak.

Makes me think Darwin was on to something.

Yes, it has gotten fairly 'down', hasn't it? Wonder how long we can keep it going?

One time I was driving on an interstate highway when I encountered a dove sitting in the middle of the lane. Even though I was traveling at a high rate of speed, I could immediately identify it as a dove (or perhaps some sort of white pigeon).

I slammed on the brakes, but it was futile. Too late, the bird tried to fly up into the air and hit the front grill. A shower of white dove feathers blew back on the windshield.

Speaking of Doves...

Moving on ...