courtesy Desperate Housewives:
“I’m in between disappointments right now.”
courtesy Desperate Housewives:
“I’m in between disappointments right now.”
from the “not so much into Valentine’s Day” side of things…Â (SFW)
Well, the magician in the plaid pants either didn’t show, or hooked up early and went home… (Backstory) Though everyone did get a good giggle out of the posting speculating who it was written about, though we have no idea who would have posted it.
Gotta say, craigslist is always good for a laugh.
Someone knew I needed some entertainment. (Yes, I cruise craigslist for shits & giggles and the inevitable thread of two people thinking they’re talking to their lost love only to find out they have NO idea who the other person is.)
http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/nva/mis/266729026.html
Aww, snap, it’s been flagged. Funny how a copy has already been printed to give to the bartenders… (The title was “Meet ME tonight! at Glory Days in Burke, TONIGHT! - m4w - 39)
I’ll be dressed in plaid slacks, no underwear beneath (the cold makes me happy inside), polo sweater with my initials on the collar, and a fat smile on my face.
Sitting on the non-smoking side with a probably stuffy in my pants is where I’ll be. The girls (from 18 to 80) say I’m, quite a catch or off the hook., Problem is, I don’t want to be hooked or caught! - unless it’s with my pants around my ankles in the restaurant bathroom waiting for a job blow from job blow betty - aka, YOU, sweet teats! That’s right! Can’t hold this fella down. BUT, if you’re not interested in holding a fella down - unless it’s a Bondage type of thing ;) - come out to the restaurant tonight and let’s talk.
By the way, I drink. Pick your preference. Show up at 8PM, and you’ll have to wait for me. I will literally ROLL in about 8:30PM. Show up at 9PM and you’ll find that I’m 3 shots of Jim Beam in. Show up at 10PM and you’ll find me with a tall beer in front of me and 9 shots of Jim Beam behind me. Show up at 11PM and you’ll find me slumped over the bar. No worries thought. I rouse (and Arrouse) easily. Just poke me a few times (PLEASSEEE!) and I’ll wake up and drive you to the destination of my choice - my bachelor pad where all the magic happens. Yes, I’m a part-time magician so I hope you like bunny rabbits - or at least like mating like them.
Ah, I can’t wait. I do think every Monday and it’s produced great results in the past. Did you know that over the last 8 Monday’s, I’ve hooked it up with a new woman on 6 of those nights! Women only, btw. Ago is unimportant. Moisture is important. Funbags are not important. Grooming is not important. Smell is optional. Otherwise, satisfaction is possible.
See you tonight! Are you the special one for 1/22/07? You’ll never know unless you come on out! No repeat visits please.
Via
and this is your brain on reggae.
So, it’s around 70 degrees out, I’m standing in Starbucks and they’re playing Bob Marley and of all the things to pop in my head, I suddenly find myself thinking, “Damn, I need to get to the beach and get stoned.”
No, I really have no idea where that came from.
…what is it with me, 7-11’s and cops? Honestly, every other time I hit the 7-11 near my gym, there is a cop there. When I was much younger, and out doing the underaged drinking thing (bad, bad, bad) my friend who was driving took me to 7-11 for coffee before pouring me on my front porch. Yup, cops there too, and there I was, under 21 and nicely toasted. So, what did I do? Talk to them, of course! Fortunately, my friend was behind me and mouthing over my shoulder, “She’s not driving” and by sheer luck they basically patted me on the head and left me alone, apparently figuring the hangover and having to deal with my parents would be punishment enough.
So, tonight I walk into 7-11 and not one, but two Fairfax County officers there… One is getting coffee, the other is checking out and there is a girl behind him and I get in line behind her. Officer checking out is getting some scratcher tickets along with his stuff (and I am quite sure didn’t realize anyone was behind him), coffee officer looks up and says, “Dude, you are totally holding up the ladies here!”
Well, me being me, I can’t be quiet. My response to this? “Y’all have guns, you take as much time as you want.”
I have to say, they did seem pleased that there are folks in the world smart enough to not want to piss off someone with a sidearm.
When comparing “going back to school notes” with the gentleman next you at the bar and he says he’s getting an accounting degree and heading for a CPA…
Especially when you have been there, done that, and have the hat, t-shirt and emotional scars to prove it’s a bad idea??
Well, there is an “whatever of the year” for everything else, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that there is a word of the year. And for 2006, it’s “truthiness”. Guess more people watch the Colbert Report than I would have thought.
Colbert, who once derided the folks at Springfield-based Merriam-Webster as the “word police” and a bunch of “wordinistas,” was pleased.
“Though I’m no fan of reference books and their fact-based agendas, I am a fan of anyone who chooses to honor me,” he said in an e-mail to The Associated Press.
“And what an honor,” he said. “Truthiness now joins the lexicographical pantheon with words like `squash,’ `merry,’ `crumpet,’ `the,’ `xylophone,’ `circuitous,’ `others’ and others.”
If I had to use a fountain pen in school, I think I’d be up to my elbows in ink…
And, I don’t think this is a coincidence:
Venice’s St Mark’s Square under water
Vast African lake levels dropping fast
Links courtesy Yahoo! News
Couple sitting on the couch getting all kissy faced with each other. One is wearing an Ohio State shirt, the other is wearing a Michigan shirt.
Tagline: Without sports, this wouldn’t be disgusting.
“Hey, can you hear the firetrucks in the background?!”
Beer + Sangria + Wine = lots of fun, but a bit of a headache in the morning.
I find it rather appropriate that even the demolishing of the Woodrow Wilson bridge is delayed. It was supposed to go down at 11:59, they’re still standing around at 12:17.
If you’re still up and want to watch, the live feed is here:
http://www.nbc4.com/videostream/6025072/detail.html
Today’s horoscope:
The minutes may go slowly today, but you’re getting closer to success. Keep going!
Yes, I’m pretty much spending all day today surfing the web. :)
Betty White is on the Late Late show w/ Craig Ferguson…
CF: “So, the show seemed to be very popular with the gay community” (referencing The Golden Girls)
BW: “I think they liked old broads.”
If you’re going to go to a bar and act like you’re single, you may want to not get busted by your wife in the process.
For anyone wondering, our favorite Coastie
Would I have guessed that the words, “and frankly, I miss the smell of grey paint and jet fuel” would result in a marriage proposal.
3 weeks til Shamrock, 2 until the St Pats Day 10K. Still need to get one more distance run in for Shamrock. Note to self: No more early spring half marathons, distance runs on treadmills suck. Basically, I need to find a July half marathon. Nevermind the heat stroke, at least I’d be able to train outside.
Class is finished, waiting on one last grade posting. A- at a minimum.
Found several more potential races while procrastinating on classwork last night, including one more sprint tri. So, plenty to keep me out of trouble this summer.
For your amusement (yanked from another forum, apparently yanked from Dave Letterman)
Top Ten Signs Your Kitty Is A Genius
10. Meows in six languages
9. He’s the only one in your family who could assemble your Ikea coffee table
8. His whiskers are Bluetooth enabled
7. He only purrs when “Meet the Press” is on
6. Won 28 grand on Jeopardy’s “Kitty Week”
5. He rigged it so he’s got 10 lives
4. Earned the 2005 Nobel Prize in yarn-related sciences
3. Keeps putting the dog on Ebay
2. Not only calls 911 for you, also calls Z-100 whenever you need your Aerosmith fix
1. Winces everytime he hears George W. Bush say, “Nuke-yoo-lar”
(SFW unless your boss hates things that might possibly make you smile…)
In a brilliant miscalculation, management has provided me with a projectile weapon.
This little email exchange occurred between me & my brother, it started with some general ranting on management and such…