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Escorts & Engagements
Fred is right now making alien sounds, putting a glove on his right hand, and in that robotic alien voice saying "I must now probe this human specimen." And the slightly inebriated woman is giggling at his humor! MsG...I can't believe it! A letter to the U-T. You're cheating on me. I've always said those same things regarding moms that stay at home, and it's also the reason that I say that if you have 3 or more kids, you are doing a disservce to those children. Because, when you're married, it's hard enough to keep a relationship with your spouse working well. You throw three or more kids, you can't possibly go to each soccer game, dance recital, help with homework, etc etc, and still be loving and sweet and fun for your spouse. It's burning the candle at both ends. Yet, so many people have lots and lots of kids.— March 17, 2009 6:24 p.m.
Escorts & Engagements
You ladies are forgetting something. Fred didn't bow out of this. The dude has probably had about five dates a day, since landing in Europe. Give the guy a break. I mean, next time he's on the computer, he'll probably be typing his response with an ice pack on his crotch. That's the funniest thing about Dr. Laura...you would usually agree with her advice. She says a mom should stay home with the kids; a child is better off with both parents, not a single mom raising them, etc etc etc. She just comes off as such a jerk talking to her callers. And, she won't even listen to all of their question. Yes, sometimes a radio host needs to do that, or the caller meandors all over and you spend an extra two minutes with them pontificating on some non-sense that has little to do with the issues. Yet, in all her years of doing the show, she can never gage when the caller is doing that, or just wants to full version of the story told to her. Regarding European guys: why do they always smell like arm pit?— March 17, 2009 3:23 p.m.
Punching Women and Shooting Burglars
Thanks for posting that, Parrothead. I think of you next time I hear a Buffet tune. Or, next time I eat at a buffet. That was the first story on the case. They had since RE-TRIED him, and he got off again. Gotta love our jury system. They just sent me a summons. I felt like sending it back telling them to "f-off". I was on a jury a year ago. Why am I already getting another one of these things? Helps that I'll be in NYC and won't have to worry about it.— March 17, 2009 3:17 p.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
Well, I would agree on the no tip, or a buck. But we've had this guy as a waiter before, and we really like his personality. The previous time, he gave us cookies for free, since we didn't care for the dessert selection. And, we were with a woman that insisted he was in his early 30s, and he was in his early 20s. So, he was a good kid. He just never showed back up at our table once we got our food! You are correct, anti. My friends always ask why I get into it with bigger, more muscular dudes on the basketball court. And I say, it's because I don't make bad calls, I'm nice, I'm honest, but if they talk smack, I talk it back. And they usually start freaking out at that point. Never been hit. Oh wait...one black guy did throw me down once. He kept calling my friend a stupid "white boy" and other racial things, so when we were running down the court, I asked him if it was okay if I called him a "stupid n-word". Only, I said the n-word. I was just asking, because there's no reason anything needs to be racial. He didn't see things my way, but his homies held him back, which was good for me. He then told them what I said, and I had a bunch of dudes surrounding me. I just calmly explained the problem, and they were, uh...okay with that.— March 17, 2009 3:15 p.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
I can't believe it! I scroll back up, just to read that post, and get that song stuck in my head all over again. No way, it's not gonna happen. I'm going to get another song, any song, in my head. I don't want any more bubble gum monkees swinging around my vortex. Okay. I got it. Started out this morning feel so excited, Gonna get a little afternoon delight. Rubbing sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite....— March 17, 2009 10:45 a.m.
C is for Cookie
Someone told me that once, but I've yet to find it. I think the logic of the ice cream makers is...if they're putting oreos and things in it, you want a vanilla base or it will be "too much sweet and goodness!" Baskin Robbins finally did a flavor that was chocolate with cookies n cream. But I'm holding out for the cookie dough on chocolate. C'mon Breyers, get off your butts!— March 17, 2009 10:43 a.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
I liked your line about all animals not being "stuffed". With bullies though...it's different if you're a kid. No child understands the logic behind standing up to bullies. And, I'd be willing to bet, at least 50% of the bullies, if you stood up to them, you'd probably get socked in the nose. But as adults, nobody will sock you. I was in a fast food place a month ago, and it was one of those funky long lines, that isn't a straight line, but when you walk in, it's obvious that ALL those people are waiting to place their order. A woman came in, and just sort of pushed her way into the side of the line. I said, "Hey...excuse me?" She didn't look. I then walked over and said, "I think the line starts over there." She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. And, I was just waiting for something rude to come out of her mouth, and I would've went off on her. But she just grabbed her kids and went to the back of the line. Most people, if you do that, they say "Oh my god, sorry! I didn't even realize that was the line." And you can both laugh. I hate at my bank drive-thru line, when they have only two lanes open. ANd there's a car in each one, so I hang back about 25 feet, so the first one that opens, I'll drive up to. Well, a car will come up behind me, and they're pissed that I haven't "choosen" a lane yet, as if it should even matter to them. So, they'll either honk or raise their hands in frustration. But on occasion, someone will try to drive around me, to get into a lane. At which point, I'll drive forward, and not let them in. It's like adult bumper cars or something. But, if someone behind me can't figure out what I'm doing, and realize that there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing (as I was there BEFORE them), well, who cares. I tried to explain it to a woman when our windows were down. But you know how people are. She just wanted to get into angry mode.— March 17, 2009 10:40 a.m.
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I was just being sarcastic. I really don't want to see anyone naked. I know that's weird, but you can take the most attractive woman on the planet. To me, she looks best in a nice outfit. I got in a huge argument, though, when I did a story on this nudist colony here in town. I didn't think it was cool that 8 year old kids are walking around, and seeing all these adults naked. I've just read to many things that say children aren't comfortable with that (as you just stated in your story above). I don't think kids should be in uncomfortable situations. And if you're some adult that wants to play volleyball naked, eat naked, and load the dryer naked...that's fine. Go for it. But don't bring kids into the world. And if you do, start wearing clothing.— March 17, 2009 10:35 a.m.
Music Notes...Metallica, Michael Jackson, and a Monkee in the Middle
Hey...how come nobody in this thread is defending The Monkees? I think they had the same talent level as Metallica. I mean, they didn't even play their own instruments when the show first debuted. I think, though, aside from not caring for the genre of music (metal) that Metallica makes, it's when heavy metal singers try to act bad-ass. Something about that attitude rubs me the wrong way. Same with rappers. Wearing gold chains and goofy baseball caps backwards, doesn't make you tough. And metal guys, in their photos, always trying to pose. I understand it's different in photos, when a band is singing about a Last Train to Clarksville, but still...— March 17, 2009 9:10 a.m.
Kill Bill -- Two Bill's, Both Idiots
Yeah...I think women are just so much nicer than men, that you put that into the equation as well. My girlfriend and I were having lunch at The Cheese Shop downtown over the weekend, and we love all the waiters there. One guy, who we had had before and liked, gave us terrible service. Once we got our food, never came back. We had to go hunt down ketchup. We had to get up and get more napkins from the counter. And she was paying the bill. I glanced over and noticed an $8 tip. I said "What??!! No way. How about a three dollar tip." She lowered it to $5, so I guess that's a compromise.— March 17, 2009 9:07 a.m.