Thank you - Processing.

Gah

I'm going to bed

✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Later fam a lam

Goodnight gaming world

Sleep tight, gamer.

luckily we are a non violent org with well adjusted people, so it wouldn't really matter anyways. 👌🏻

Keep it reel

keep it reel fishers

@Ald yes, my avatar is who you think it is. Me IRL.

i'm the guy on the right

actually i'm his shirt

to be specific

Oh, pleasure to meet you again.

Personally I enjoyed my face-to-face Skype with our local leader. He was about 30 years younger than me, and looked like one of those tall, skinny guys who dominate pitching in the major leagues.. I was only worried that my appearance might repel him, and cause him to flunk me.

@OMGDwayne We like you Dwayne.

Your coordinator and I.

you're one of our favorite boomers.

@ChippedStones Based child

the boomer bloomer

One of the things I am most pissed off about here is that NO ONE had asked my about my avatar. Please don't feel like you need to do so you assholes.

What can I say? I’ve learned a lot from fortnite. @Wood-Ape - OK/MN

What is your avi @OMGDwayne

I just assumed that's what you looked like

@OMGDwayne It totally looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it

like how I assume some of you are actually dogs, living statues, or in a couple cases artwork/dead people

how good of ian to keep us updated to his actual irl appearance

@Deleted User Thank you for asking. Finally. My avatar is a powerful and disturbing portrait of Reid Flemming; the world's toughest milkman. He was a brilliant comic book character in the early 90s. I own the entire Oeuvre. It's brilliant stuff and it reminds me of my own misspent youth. Goggle it.

was your youth spent being a milkman?

Cool

Goggle

Tbh the thought of having milk delivered every day sounds pretty nice

new avi actually me

<:varg:359010745192808449>

cookie cutters out

miss me with that conformity fam

Oh, and, I used to have a great-uncle from Philly. I used to visit him every now and then because he was one of the most entertaining people I've ever met. He once picked me up at the downtown train station in 1988. He was driving a 1972 Pontiac Gran Prix. I'll never forget when we entered the freeway at a ridiculous speed. He blandly said, "Brace yourself. We are now entering the Sure-ta-klll-ya freeway. he floored and swerved into the lane he wanted regardless of the feelings of other drivers. He then said to me, "I aiin't no good at this so you better buckle up." He also accompanied me to the Marcel Duchamp exhibit at the Art Museum. He looked at that arch con man's work and he gently said to me, "Do you have any friends you share your interest in this disgusting bullshit." We had a big laugh over that later in a local bar that he had first frequented in 1936. God rest his free and outspken sourl.

that reminds me: I gotta find time to start finding ways to make a good philly cheesesteak.

but your great-uncle sounds like a gretty gud kind of guy

Anyone else being kept awake by bantus and their percussion-centric auditory entertainment? Why must it be played at such an excruciating volume??