You're a french fry short of a Happy Meal. You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You're about a sharp as a marble. You're a burger short of a combo meal. You're as smart as a rock. You couldn't pour water out of a boot without instructions on the bottom of the heel. You're not the brightest crayon in the box. You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic. You're dumber than a bag of hammers. You're dumber than paint. You're a few shades beyond blonde. You would lose a debate with a doorknob. You're so dumb you'd eat soup with a fork.
I don't remember what the topic was. I was just expounding on Steves post.
You're a french fry short of a Happy Meal. You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You're about a sharp as a marble. You're a burger short of a combo meal. You're as smart as a rock. You couldn't pour water out of a boot without instructions on the bottom of the heel. You're not the brightest crayon in the box. You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic. You're dumber than a bag of hammers. You're dumber than paint. You're a few shades beyond blonde. You would lose a debate with a doorknob. You're so dumb you'd eat soup with a fork.
I don't remember what the topic was. I was just expounding on Steves post.
I thought maybe you were pitching a new song. You could sing that to the tune of (you guessed it) the Stones' "Monkeyman"
You're a french fry short of a Happy Meal. You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You're about a sharp as a marble. You're a burger short of a combo meal. You're as smart as a rock. You couldn't pour water out of a boot without instructions on the bottom of the heel. You're not the brightest crayon in the box. You're a few sandwiches short of a picnic. You're dumber than a bag of hammers. You're dumber than paint. You're a few shades beyond blonde. You would lose a debate with a doorknob. You're so dumb you'd eat soup with a fork.
I don't remember what the topic was. I was just expounding on Steves post.
I had a girl friend once that fit all of the above, but she had a centerfold body
Didn't know where else to put this. I haven't checked in with Mike in a while.
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James Michael Thompson, born October 16, 1952, passed away September 11, 2021. He was preceded in death by his father, James, and brother-in-law, Steve Smith. He is survived by his mother, Minnie Thompson, and siblings, John Thompson (Bess), Fred Thompson (Denetta), and Richard Thompson, and Jane Smith. He is also survived by his wife, Linda Thompson, children Brad Thompson (Mary), Kevin Thompson, Stephen Thompson, David Thompson, and Kimberly Gorhan, and his grandchildren Laura, Phillip, Seth, Natalie, Levi, Sawyer, and Hudson. Mike loved to make people laugh. He enjoyed playing the guitar. He also loved to delight others with his cakes and pies.
When I saw this six year old thread brought back to life, I was kind of wondering why. I am very saddened to realize it's due to the demise of a life... that of PFF member heybjorn.
Mike was such a good guy. We had exchanged countless PMs over the years. Mike enjoyed having fun, and I know it pained him to witness the silly squabbles in OT that flared up from time to time. If more people (including myself) were more like Mike, the world would be a much more harmonious place. RIP kind sir.
