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I stopped by on my way to Toronto back in '91. Bunch of water. Yay. Nice breeze, though.

Were you paying your loan company?

If he's still getting intentional walks (I don't know how many he's getting this year as compared to other years), that would tell me he's not overrated. The "chasing Ruth" coverage may be overblown, but if pitchers still fear him then I wouldn't call him overrated. And this is coming from a Bonds hater.

Don't worry. Those scrapping trainees will become asshole vets soon enough. And I heard years ago this pearl of wisdom that might be of use to you sometime down the road. "Whenever you get into a position of authority the first thing you should do is fire the your predecessor's secretary." Trust me on this one. Also, I used to care like you. Now I just show up for work. Do my job. Don't leave my office. Collect my paycheck. And go home.

Well no kidding. He's playing two white kids.

You realize as of this moment that she's probably getting a deep dicking by some Jamaican guy, right?

They hit on you because they're trying to break away from your grasp. No means no.

He's not American. North American maybe, but not a real American.

Those were some good times back then. (TSM, not the state fair.)

I always got busted for the sell-ups, or lack thereof. A lot of the SS would always come at the busiest time of the day, too. Sorry I didn't suggest the 20 extra products that my boss's boss's boss's boss's boss wanted me to do, but I thought getting that line of customers at my register out the door during the afternoon rush hour (the most hectic time of the 2-10 p.m. shift at the Quickie Mart) was more important. But what did I know? I only made $5.50/hour at the time. (Now I'm almost up to SIX bucks!)

Actually, if you're the boss of a major government school, it's not like you'll be held accountable for anything. I wouldn't sweat it.

From the archives, because I think it's relevant.

Do most parents even know what NAMBLA is?

If "he" was a "she" and "she" was hot, I'd find out when she turns 18.

Not always, although there was one guy at the theater we always recognized.

Yes there is -- you could forget to take the wrapper off.

Wha-? Ripper's black? And wouldn't the added description KOAB inserted apply more toward the police than insurance companies?

Having worked in several places that had these SS customers, let me say that I hated you bastards.

KKK's Top 103 Posters Number 100: Anorak I don’t know much about Anorak other than he lives in the U.K., and I don’t remember exactly when we first lovingly gazed into each other’s eyes. Anyway, for some time we constantly name-called each other in a number of threads, but then something strange happened: we actually started to get along better. We even PM’d each other a few times and had some civil discussions about soccer (or football, for non-Americans out there). And besides, for the longest time he had the cutest Avatar of some stuffed animal/puppet thing, which made reading his posts that much more entertaining, especially when he said things like, “You're a racist cunt yourself so please spare us your utter stupidity, ignorance and hypocrisy in future threads of similar nature. Thanks.” I may not know what the hell those euro-posters are talking about in their soccer threads, but here’s hoping one of Anorak’s teams ends up winning their league, or whatever it is they play for over there. • Today’s lunch excursion was a real joy. There’s a Wendy’s just down the road from where I work, and I felt the need to consume the goodness of a triple cheeseburger (without the onions, of course). This store isn’t too big but it’s efficiently run for the most part (as many Wendy’s are from my experiences) but has a duo at register that is by far the best cashier-tandem I’ve ever encountered at a fast-food joint. One of them wasn’t working today and there was some other gal to take her place. You could tell she was new to the position and had the old deer-in-headlights look every time a customer asked her something. Couple this with the fact there were a half-dozen families in line and I began to regret my decision to come into the store and place my order. (Their lot was half-full, which is usually a good indication of whether or not to enter the store, especially during a lunch rush.) What I hate about family orders is that the parents, nine times out of ten, have zero control over their spawn when they’re trying to place their order. Couple that with the cashiers having to put together Happy Meals, or whatever they’re called at other places, and it only adds to the prolonged wait. Then, to top it off, the parents sometimes try to make their kids order for themselves, which is a horrible idea because the kid is a) either scared to talk to a stranger wearing a hair net, or b) they don’t know what to order and you have to spend 10 minutes trying to get them to say “hamburger kids meal.” Of course, all the while these families are taking up valuable time, the customer line continues to grow. Naturally, these families don’t realize this, and the poor cashier has to deal with the rest of the herd, who by now have grown quite impatient. The problem was with today’s lunch rush was that half of these “family orders” were done by the kids’ grandparents (either that or these parents decided to conceive REALLY late in life). The only thing worse than kids ordering are 80-year olds who never forget to mention that they get the “senior discount.” Not only do these people have no clue as to what’s going on around them, but also they never know what’s on the menu and don’t bother looking at it until it’s time to place an order. Also, when their order is finally placed on their tray, they attempt to engage the cashier in small talk and it takes them an hour to finally shuffle themselves away from the register. Well, you couple the one cashier who didn’t know what she was doing with the other cashier who had to deal with two grandparents and three screaming demons, you can imagine how fun my time in line was. But I will count my blessings in this instance. After all, my order took about a minute to complete, and thankfully I got there before the lunch rush, so even though my wait was unnecessarily long, it could have been much worse; the line was almost out the door when I sat down and started to eat. Oh, and the triple cheeseburger was filled with all that greasy goodness that you can experience when consuming one of these heart-attacks-between-a-bun.

I assume by "better" you mean take money from other areas and put it toward your commie health system. What would you cut (besides defense, because that's always the easy answer)? It's not hard to get into America. Just enter via the Mexico border and accuse anyone who questions the legality of your residency as being RACIST. You're white? Get a tan before coming over.

I get how your government wastes a shitload of money, but do you think throwing more money into the black hole will make anything better? I love you guys over there, but you all are a bit too socialist for my liking, which is fine; to each his/her own. However, I think what pisses me off even more is how my public officials waste billions upon billions of dollars on equally stupid shit, and I can't get myself a $125 scanner for my office, despite my department's budget being under by at least 10 percent for the third year in a row since I started working at this place. Man, if I had the power to allocate a $2 Trillion budget.

Fizzy? People who make fun of me for calling carbonated beverages "pop" can now kiss my ass.

So the farther south you are you sound more "American"? The farther south you get in America you sound more ... well, not like the rest of the country.

What exactly/how much is "fairly funded"?

Another question for the British people: I love the English accent -- does it have different dialects depending on where you live?