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YES! :headbang: :headbang:

I need stupid muscle, with heart. Apachai Hopachai That'll do.

"Are you drunk enough to sleep with me yet?" Joan roundhouses him in the face. He struggles back into the shot. "ANSWER THE QUESTION!" I love JFK.

The last 3 weeks of King of the Hill have been the same episode from this last season with the weird Order of the Arrow guy. I bet nobody in the FOX affiliate even noticed or cared.

Shredder

HA! At least ours has tits. Take that England! Also, since I didn't see a thread for it, Benjamin Button wasn't that great.

Bill Walton is the stupidest man alive. I still remember when he was doing Jazz playoff games in the mid-late 90's. Stockton-Malone pick and roll, Karl misses the shot. Walton: That's the problem with Utah, they do the same thing over and over, defenses know it's coming. Next series, same thing only Karl makes the shot. Walton: Utah has this offense perfected, it's nothing flashy, but they execute better than anyone in the NBA. I don't think I've ever heard a more "What have you done for me now?" commentator in my life.

So I spend three hours yesterday clearing out my parking spot of the snow, and ice so I can have a prayer of getting out of my parking lot via momentum because they don't salt the parking lot and it just makes black ice of death that my rear-wheel drive car just spins in, and I come home from hanging out with friends last night and some asshole is parked there. I left a note on their car asking not to park in my spot because my car gets shitty traction. I wind up walking to work at 6:30 this morning because my car couldn't get out of the spot I was forced into due to people parking wherever the fuck they want, and when I came back on lunch there was a note on my apartment door telling me that their car doesn't run well in the snow either. So? Clear your own damn spot, lazy bastards.

You didn't use retarded wedding colors. Good for you. My cousin had a brown, orange and purple wedding. It was awful.

When did I miss? I thought I was part of the fuck-up backswitch of doom, and had a ton of time. If not I'll re-take Lucy.

Oreos + Milk = Happiness.

It's like high-50's but overcast here, which results in the worst combination of everything. It's warm enough that the hardpacked snow in my parking lot melts, but not warm enough to melt it completely away so it makes the gray sludge of doom that gives me zero traction at all. The management of my apartments stopped salting the parking lot because someone complained that it was ruining their car, but if the asshole drives ANYPLACE they are going to get salt flipped on their car.

If you don't like Avocados this is the best thing for you, since you can minimize your portion, and give her more. Also when you are picking them you want them to have a tiny bit of give while still being firm without "dead spots" on them. I'm not really into Avocados either, but I like them on bagels with a veggie-cream cheese spread if they at the ripeness I've described above. At this firmness they'll go well on salads too since they'll still be firm enough to hold some form of shape without getting guacamole on you.

I was shocked to find this character hadn't been taken yet. Lucy Ricardo

This is a little blog I put up on MySpace, but figured it might be a nice discussion here as well. Or not. Whatever... ------------------------------------- So, I was Santa at work today. It was pretty awesome, although I had at least 8 kids go into SCREAMING bloody murder fits when their parents put them on my lap, or even moved towards me. Some just said, "Take the picture quick" and one mother/grandmother put her child/grandchild through like 45 minutes of torture because the kid didn't want to come near me and so the parent would try and bribe her, tell her it was alright, and eventually started berating the child for not sitting on Santa's lap. The kid was in hysterics the whole time. Tears streaming down her face and she was physically shaking with terror at this giant mass of red and fur (which would be me). I mean really at some point you just have to cut your losses and just leave without a picture. The lady then tried some sort of sneak attack Santa drop off by walking away with the child and coming around the back, when the kid found herself within *GASP* arms reach of this grinning Devil with Candy Canes she nearly exploded in anguish and horror. Eventually the lady got the picture that this wasn't going down and left (actually it was towards the end of the run, so I wouldn't have been surprised to see another attempt from the lady to further traumatize her kid.) Why? I mean yeah the two year olds who start crying or the babies who are suddenly thrust into a strangers arms and react accordingly just snap the picture and go. The kid calms down once returned to their mother or father and the parents get their picture to show to everyone forever. But when the kid is like 3-4 and _still_ ain't having nothing to do with the S-man, just leave them be. Some kids just needed some talking and then they'd sheepishly advance, or when they saw I had candy they came over and stood for their snapshot, and that sort of persuasion is fine, but I can't help but think this kid is going to HATE Santa forever because her mom/gramma wouldn't let it go. Is the overall psychological welfare of your child really worth a picture of their screaming tear lined face? Maybe I'm just used to being that kid who didn't want to play ball and get their picture taken with a weirdo who breaks into my house at night leaving gifts. I even heard some parents trying to scare their kids into sitting with me. Good message people. See this man? HE CONTROLS ALL THE JOY IN YOUR LIFE OBEY US! It was fun, but it's interesting to see how parents treat their kids, and how abnormal some of them behave all in the name of tradition.

True, but in this case like everyone passed on him after USC dropped out.

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I need more ladies on my show. Xena

Are people PMing forward? I mean it's not a hard set rule, but it does make things flow along somewhat.

Revy

Cherry Red Cowboy boots, neon print burmuda shorts, Dukes of Hazzard t-shirt. Every day.

Well then, okay.

Because she was getting ready and we were going to go christmas shopping and I had to kill time and do something while she was getting ready. Come on, you guys know that bought me like 5-10 hours to post. Why the fuck are you going out shopping on your honeymoon?

Yeah, the Mountain West is like... Upper Mid Major really.

A cougar of course. Well played.