Did you feel it?
 

4.4 at 4:05. Bounced around a little, got up and stood in the doorway. The dog, who barks and growls and generally acts as if I regularly beat him, didn't make a peep.

Pff, I started a thread. Hey, what's with my roommate's dog hating on me all the time? I even cooked him some chicken gizzards the other day.

Must be the cheese, man.

I must be the cheeseman.

Who knew I could be witty at 4:30 am?

Witty, and pretty, and bright!

I could fart a 4.4... must be a slow news day.

Felt it. One strong jolt and it was over (that's what she said)

Nope, thankfully. And the media needs to STFU. 4.4 is not 5.4 or 6.4 blah blah blah.

Oh, and for E - yup, we were talking about them this weekend. Saturday night to be precise. I'm just going to STFU too.