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So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well, something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person. :bag:
Gender confusion is a terrible thing to deal with, I hear.
Freudian slip? He's gay.
 
I don't think I've ever #3'd outside of my own domicile or a hotel or something.
I'm the exact opposite of this. :unsure:
Can we get Keerock on this? Am I the weirdo here?
Pretty sure it's me GB.ETA

PM Sent
Is it weird that I lay on my stomach ever since I saw Natalie Portman do that in Black Swan? :confused:
Besides Cars 2 which we took the boys to last Sunday, Toy Story 3 & Despicable Me, I haven't seen a movie made after 2007. At least.
 
I don't think I've ever #3'd outside of my own domicile or a hotel or something.
I'm the exact opposite of this. :unsure:
Can we get Keerock on this? Am I the weirdo here?
Pretty sure it's me GB.ETA

PM Sent
Is it weird that I lay on my stomach ever since I saw Natalie Portman do that in Black Swan? :confused:
Besides Cars 2 which we took the boys to last Sunday, Toy Story 3 & Despicable Me, I haven't seen a movie made after 2007. At least.
I'm sure the clips are online somewhere. :ky:
 
***BEST READ IN NORM MCDONALD'S VOICE***

A doctor walks into his office and is surprised to see a new patient sitting on the examination table with a gigantic, round orange head.

"How did this happen?" the doctor says.

"Well, I was on an island beach a few months ago and I found a lamp," the patient said. "I rubbed it and a genie came out, and he said I could have three wishes. So for my first wish, I ask for $30 million dollars. Sure enough, the money appears right there and I'm ecstatic. I'm set for life. Then for my second wish, I ask for the perfect woman, and right then appeared the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. And everything's been great with her, she's perfect in every regard."

The man pauses before continuing. "I think the problem is my third wish, when I asked the genie for a gigantic orange head."

 
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A doctor walks into his office and is surprised to see a new patient sitting on the examination table with a gigantic, round orange head. "How did this happen?" the doctor says."Well, I was on an island beach a few months ago and I found a lamp," the patient said. "I rubbed it and a genie came out, and he said I could have three wishes. So for my first wish, I ask for $30 million dollars. Sure enough, the money appears right there and I'm ecstatic. I'm set for life. Then for my second wish, I ask for the perfect woman, and right then appeared the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. And everything's been great with her, she's perfect in every regard."The man pauses before continuing. "I think the problem is my third wish, when I asked the genie for a gigantic orange head."
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A doctor walks into his office and is surprised to see a new patient sitting on the examination table with a gigantic, round orange head. "How did this happen?" the doctor says."Well, I was on an island beach a few months ago and I found a lamp," the patient said. "I rubbed it and a genie came out, and he said I could have three wishes. So for my first wish, I ask for $30 million dollars. Sure enough, the money appears right there and I'm ecstatic. I'm set for life. Then for my second wish, I ask for the perfect woman, and right then appeared the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. And everything's been great with her, she's perfect in every regard."The man pauses before continuing. "I think the problem is my third wish, when I asked the genie for a gigantic orange head."
I read that in Norm Macdonald's voice for some reason. :lmao:
 
what, a winch? What's that? I don't have a 4x4 or a gun or a booze...wait, I have that. It's okay to bring wood? There's all these stupid warnings that tell me now too. :unsure:I'll bring baby wipes. I have them everywhere.
that was my weak attempt at redneck humor. Bring your own wood, all the BS about not transporting bugs is just that. If you have good dry wood, bring it. Go have a good time. If you want to hike, there's a beautiful mountain lake about 5-6 miles north of there called "Boulder Lake". You take a gravel road a few miles off the main road there, come to a parking area where there's a trailheadmarked off. You climb maybe 1000 feet over the course of 1 mile or so of fairly easy hiking. The lake is beautiful and there's fish in it, and water is clear. On the far side of the lake is a huge cliff, just a solid sheet of granite that apparently broke off, probably 150ft high it frames the lake. Very picturesque
According to the maps I'm seeing, this is a 2 hour drive from Rock Creek....little help?
Upon further review, it is 19 miles and 40 minutes away...little far for a day hike considering there's so much where we are already, no? :unsure:I'm going to get raped by a bigfoot, aren't I?
:lmao:Try to get a picture or at least some DNA under your fingernails.
Judging from the 4 AM chicken, GM probably usually has some DNA residue under his fingernails
That's around midnight in Alaska, which means it's peak time for the phrase "slap it high".
 
So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well, something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person. :bag:
Olympia?

 
There is a place here that has brisket tacos that make you want to slap your mama. The menu description is:

Beef brisket that has been braised in Dos Equis Amber beer, served on a soft flour tortilla with our home-made Ranchera sauce, poblano peppers,Cotija cheese, diced onion and cilantro.
Anyone here have experience braising brisket in beer? The rest I can do... I just need to figure out how to replicate this.
Sear the brisket (optional) on the stovetopPut in a dutch oven or other big pot with lidCover about 2/3's with beer or about any other liquid you want (wine, stock, etc.)Cover the pot andstovetop - bring to a boil, then reduce to simmer for about 4-6 hours until desired tendernessoroven - put in a 300 degree oven for about 5-6 hours - until desired tenderness
Working on this today. Brisket is in slow cooker with the beer for 6 hours. 1.25 bottles of beer in the slow cooker, 1.75 in my stomach. Should be a good day.
Okay, so I either undercooked or overcooked or got the wrong cut of meat, because this was a fail.Mr. YSR decided to take it upon himself to figure this out, and he knocked it out of the park with the following:One 4-5 pound brisket (flat cut is fine)1 t salt1 T black pepper2 dried ancho chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped2 arbol chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped3 garlic cloves1 medium onion, quartered1 T vegetable oil1 dark beer (I used the leftover Dos Equis Amber)Preheat oven to 325. In food processor, combine the onion, garlic, ancho chile and arbol chile. Pulse until chopped small. Add oil and 1/4 cup beer. Process until mixture is nearly smooth.Place brisket fat side down in roasting pan. Season with half of the salt and pepper, then slather on half of the chile and onion mixture. Turn the brisket over and repeat with salt and pepper, chile and onion mix. Pour the rest of the beer around (not on top of) the meat.Cover tightly with foil and put in oven. Roast for one hour, then reduce heat to 275 for the next four hours, or as long as it takes for the meat to "give". Remove from oven and let rest for 30 minutes. Remove fat with spatula, cut brisket into manageable chunks, then shred with two forks.Amazing.
 
So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well, something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person. :bag:
Olympia?
Spiro's on Watson.
 
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I was randomly thinking about an old friend the other day. Sweet girl I knew in 2001 when I did a quick stint in Lynchburg, VA. Decided to look her up on the Google today. Turns out, she was an American Idol Top-36 (for those of you who care, she was the one who they brought back after they deemed a chick ineligible two years ago).

When I knew her, she was just about the sweetest, most genuine, and most naive person ever. She's truly beautiful. She had just gotten married and she and her husband were SUPER religious (as in, the first time they kissed was when they got engaged). He was really fit and clean cut at the time; I watched some AI video of her earlier today and that's definitely not the case now.

Weird day.

 
So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well, something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person. :bag:
Olympia?
Spiro's on Watson.
Go try Olympia if you haven't. They've got the same combo, if I'm not mistaken. Yummmm.......Greek.

ETA--Momo's is probably my favorite with their Greek tapas.

 
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I was randomly thinking about an old friend the other day. Sweet girl I knew in 2001 when I did a quick stint in Lynchburg, VA. Decided to look her up on the Google today. Turns out, she was an American Idol Top-36 (for those of you who care, she was the one who they brought back after they deemed a chick ineligible two years ago).

When I knew her, she was just about the sweetest, most genuine, and most naive person ever. She's truly beautiful. She had just gotten married and she and her husband were SUPER religious (as in, the first time they kissed was when they got engaged). He was really fit and clean cut at the time; I watched some AI video of her earlier today and that's definitely not the case now.

Weird day.
Bang her?
 
So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well, something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person. :bag:
Olympia?
Spiro's on Watson.
Go try Olympia if you haven't. They've got the same combo, if I'm not mistaken. Yummmm.......Greek.
Will do. :hifive:
 
Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.

Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.

Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.

 
Just signed up for Google+ and my first friend suggestion is a fake name I use to sign up for #### I really don't want. THANKS GOOGLE!Also had a suggestion that I friend larryboy44@gmail.com. I forgot that I set that account up.
It's been a long time...did you ever find gainful employment, or are you just sitting on the porch drinking whisky?
:unsure: Hi, uh, person I don't recognize who apparently knows my ultimate goal in life. Who are you?
 
A doctor walks into his office and is surprised to see a new patient sitting on the examination table with a gigantic, round orange head. "How did this happen?" the doctor says."Well, I was on an island beach a few months ago and I found a lamp," the patient said. "I rubbed it and a genie came out, and he said I could have three wishes. So for my first wish, I ask for $30 million dollars. Sure enough, the money appears right there and I'm ecstatic. I'm set for life. Then for my second wish, I ask for the perfect woman, and right then appeared the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. And everything's been great with her, she's perfect in every regard."The man pauses before continuing. "I think the problem is my third wish, when I asked the genie for a gigantic orange head."
I read that in Norm Macdonald's voice for some reason. :lmao:
It's a very Norm-esque joke. I'm going to make a notation on the original post.
 
There is a place here that has brisket tacos that make you want to slap your mama. The menu description is:

Beef brisket that has been braised in Dos Equis Amber beer, served on a soft flour tortilla with our home-made Ranchera sauce, poblano peppers,Cotija cheese, diced onion and cilantro.
Anyone here have experience braising brisket in beer? The rest I can do... I just need to figure out how to replicate this.
Sear the brisket (optional) on the stovetopPut in a dutch oven or other big pot with lidCover about 2/3's with beer or about any other liquid you want (wine, stock, etc.)Cover the pot andstovetop - bring to a boil, then reduce to simmer for about 4-6 hours until desired tendernessoroven - put in a 300 degree oven for about 5-6 hours - until desired tenderness
Working on this today. Brisket is in slow cooker with the beer for 6 hours. 1.25 bottles of beer in the slow cooker, 1.75 in my stomach. Should be a good day.
Okay, so I either undercooked or overcooked or got the wrong cut of meat, because this was a fail.Mr. YSR decided to take it upon himself to figure this out, and he knocked it out of the park with the following:One 4-5 pound brisket (flat cut is fine)1 t salt1 T black pepper2 dried ancho chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped2 arbol chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped3 garlic cloves1 medium onion, quartered1 T vegetable oil1 dark beer (I used the leftover Dos Equis Amber)Preheat oven to 325. In food processor, combine the onion, garlic, ancho chile and arbol chile. Pulse until chopped small. Add oil and 1/4 cup beer. Process until mixture is nearly smooth.Place brisket fat side down in roasting pan. Season with half of the salt and pepper, then slather on half of the chile and onion mixture. Turn the brisket over and repeat with salt and pepper, chile and onion mix. Pour the rest of the beer around (not on top of) the meat.Cover tightly with foil and put in oven. Roast for one hour, then reduce heat to 275 for the next four hours, or as long as it takes for the meat to "give". Remove from oven and let rest for 30 minutes. Remove fat with spatula, cut brisket into manageable chunks, then shred with two forks.Amazing.
I can do this. I'll even start it at 11pm so I can take it out of the oven at 4am on a school night and catch a jerk on the couch. :thumbup:
 
Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.

Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.

Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: 2011 Poster of the Year, IMO

 
There is a place here that has brisket tacos that make you want to slap your mama. The menu description is:

Beef brisket that has been braised in Dos Equis Amber beer, served on a soft flour tortilla with our home-made Ranchera sauce, poblano peppers,Cotija cheese, diced onion and cilantro.
Anyone here have experience braising brisket in beer? The rest I can do... I just need to figure out how to replicate this.
Sear the brisket (optional) on the stovetopPut in a dutch oven or other big pot with lidCover about 2/3's with beer or about any other liquid you want (wine, stock, etc.)Cover the pot andstovetop - bring to a boil, then reduce to simmer for about 4-6 hours until desired tendernessoroven - put in a 300 degree oven for about 5-6 hours - until desired tenderness
Working on this today. Brisket is in slow cooker with the beer for 6 hours. 1.25 bottles of beer in the slow cooker, 1.75 in my stomach. Should be a good day.
Okay, so I either undercooked or overcooked or got the wrong cut of meat, because this was a fail.Mr. YSR decided to take it upon himself to figure this out, and he knocked it out of the park with the following:One 4-5 pound brisket (flat cut is fine)1 t salt1 T black pepper2 dried ancho chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped2 arbol chiles, seeded and coarsely chopped3 garlic cloves1 medium onion, quartered1 T vegetable oil1 dark beer (I used the leftover Dos Equis Amber)Preheat oven to 325. In food processor, combine the onion, garlic, ancho chile and arbol chile. Pulse until chopped small. Add oil and 1/4 cup beer. Process until mixture is nearly smooth.Place brisket fat side down in roasting pan. Season with half of the salt and pepper, then slather on half of the chile and onion mixture. Turn the brisket over and repeat with salt and pepper, chile and onion mix. Pour the rest of the beer around (not on top of) the meat.Cover tightly with foil and put in oven. Roast for one hour, then reduce heat to 275 for the next four hours, or as long as it takes for the meat to "give". Remove from oven and let rest for 30 minutes. Remove fat with spatula, cut brisket into manageable chunks, then shred with two forks.Amazing.
I can do this. I'll even start it at 11pm so I can take it out of the oven at 4am on a school night and catch a jerk on the couch. :thumbup:
Why is Timschochet going to be on your couch?:rimshot:
 
Taking the boys fishing this weekend on our camping trip.

One question: Do I have to use that little bobber thing? These are trout and bass and maybe some other fish I don't really know how to catch, clean or cook...garr or maybe tuna.

Tell you what, tell me everything you know about fishing and remember, I struggle to tie my shoes, so talk slow like.

 
Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.

Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.

Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: I'm crying I'm laughing so hard.

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Wife is putting together our Thermos Portable Gas Grill, which has been sitting in our basement ever since I "won" it at an auction for our old pre-school 3 years ago. I kind of mocked her a little that it was man's work to assemble such things. She was offended and is 'showing me'. She just swore and threw something, but refuses to let me pinch hit.

Winning?

 
Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.

Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.

Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: I'm crying I'm laughing so hard.

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My wife asked me what was so funny and I almost let her read this, but I'm trying like hell to avoid the combining of worlds that worked out so peach swell with wife 1.0.P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:

 
My wife asked me what was so funny and I almost let her read this, but I'm trying like hell to avoid the combining of worlds that worked out so peach swell with wife 1.0.

P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:
My wife reading this site would, well, speed things up I guess. She actually had a login over at RotoJunkie years ago and that about ended the Internet for me.
 
My wife asked me what was so funny and I almost let her read this, but I'm trying like hell to avoid the combining of worlds that worked out so peach swell with wife 1.0.

P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:
My wife reading this site would, well, speed things up I guess. She actually had a login over at RotoJunkie years ago and that about ended the Internet for me.
Send her a link? :unsure:
 
My wife asked me what was so funny and I almost let her read this, but I'm trying like hell to avoid the combining of worlds that worked out so peach swell with wife 1.0.

P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:
My wife reading this site would, well, speed things up I guess. She actually had a login over at RotoJunkie years ago and that about ended the Internet for me.
Send her a link? :unsure:
Tempting, but best I do this on a different time table.
 
My wife asked me what was so funny and I almost let her read this, but I'm trying like hell to avoid the combining of worlds that worked out so peach swell with wife 1.0.

P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:
My wife reading this site would, well, speed things up I guess. She actually had a login over at RotoJunkie years ago and that about ended the Internet for me.
Send her a link? :unsure:
Tempting, but best I do this on a different time table.
You should be fine unless you actually go by Bogart.
 
Taking the boys fishing this weekend on our camping trip.One question: Do I have to use that little bobber thing? These are trout and bass and maybe some other fish I don't really know how to catch, clean or cook...garr or maybe tuna.Tell you what, tell me everything you know about fishing and remember, I struggle to tie my shoes, so talk slow like.
Use a bobber and live bait. Otherwise your kids will drive you crazy. The bobber gives them something to stare at and the live bait gives them a chance of actually catching something. Also the bobber will prevent getting your hook snagged on the bottom about every other cast.There are better ways to fish, but not at this stage of development of the Nesbitt men.
 
Three straight days over 90 degrees, ten straight over 85. Finally broke tonight with a brief but blustery cloudburst right before I left work.

The last thing I saw

I wasn't quite like the

, but I was pretty amped. We don't get a lot of rainbows around here. Well, we do, but it's usually three feet off the ground, and it's from a fire hydrant that somebody opened up.OK, BL out!

ETA: AUGH - wrong URL

 
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Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.

Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.

Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.
:lmao: The bolded part really made me laugh for some reason.
 
P and S, love the picture by the llamas' sign that says 'we bite'. :lmao:
:goodposting: Love the Zooks. He'll make Mrs. SLB happy.
My wife reading this site would, well, speed things up I guess. She actually had a login over at RotoJunkie years ago and that about ended the Internet for me.
My wife saw me checking out the pics page at :e: and asked "are these these the people you hang around with online? Seriously Bob, that's some sick stuff".
Taking the boys fishing this weekend on our camping trip.

One question: Do I have to use that little bobber thing? These are trout and bass and maybe some other fish I don't really know how to catch, clean or cook...garr or maybe tuna.

Tell you what, tell me everything you know about fishing and remember, I struggle to tie my shoes, so talk slow like.
First, learn how to tie a knot. It's a lot easier than it looks. You don't have to use a bobber but it will be more entertaining for your boys to watch it move around when a fish starts to take it. It will also teach them the sensation of what it feels like when a fish is on. You are much more likely to catch bigger fish without a bobber however. You won't catch a trout on a bobber, they're very finicky and you need to use 4lb test as such. To catch a bigger bass put a weight about a 18" above the hook, I'm assuming you are using worms, and let it go all the way to the bottom. Crank the reel a couple of times to get it a couple of feet off the bottom and keep the line tight and as vertical as possible. That will be your best bet to catch a bigger bass. If you want to try a much bigger fish, think catfish. Still rig your line the same way as before but just let it rest on the bottom of the lake. Prop up the rod so it is at about 80 degree angle and keep the line tight. Then pop open a beer, smoke a joint or whatever while you wait for the line to move.
 
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Three straight days over 90 degrees, ten straight over 85. Finally broke tonight with a brief but blustery cloudburst right before I left work.

The last thing I saw

I wasn't quite like the

Our air conditioner broke. Bad. So no air for us tonight. Thankfully my GB knows where he can get a "used" :unsure: one tomorrow to install for me. BYE BYE $500!!!!
 
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First, learn how to tie a knot. It's a lot easier than it looks. You don't have to use a bobber but it will be more entertaining for your boys to watch it move around when a fish starts to take it. It will also teach them the sensation of what it feels like when a fish is on. You are much more likely to catch bigger fish without a bobber however. You won't catch a trout on a bobber, they're very finicky and you need to use 4lb test as such. To catch a bigger bass put a weight about a 18" above the hook, I'm assuming you are using worms, and let it go all the way to the bottom. Crank the reel a couple of times to get it a couple of feet off the bottom and keep the line tight and as vertical as possible. That will be your best bet to catch a bigger bass. If you want to try a much bigger fish, think catfish. Still rig your line the same way as before but just let it rest on the bottom of the lake. Prop up the rod so it is at about 80 degree angle and keep the line tight. Then pop open a beer, smoke a joint or whatever while you wait for the line to move.
Well, aren't we the fish guru. :D
 
First, learn how to tie a knot. It's a lot easier than it looks. You don't have to use a bobber but it will be more entertaining for your boys to watch it move around when a fish starts to take it. It will also teach them the sensation of what it feels like when a fish is on. You are much more likely to catch bigger fish without a bobber however. You won't catch a trout on a bobber, they're very finicky and you need to use 4lb test as such. To catch a bigger bass put a weight about a 18" above the hook, I'm assuming you are using worms, and let it go all the way to the bottom. Crank the reel a couple of times to get it a couple of feet off the bottom and keep the line tight and as vertical as possible. That will be your best bet to catch a bigger bass. If you want to try a much bigger fish, think catfish. Still rig your line the same way as before but just let it rest on the bottom of the lake. Prop up the rod so it is at about 80 degree angle and keep the line tight. Then pop open a beer, smoke a joint or whatever while you wait for the line to move.
Well, aren't we the fish guru. :D
:) Before I had kids, alright, before I was married, I fished quite a bit. Wish I had the time. I love anything you can successfully do while buzzed.

 
Three straight days over 90 degrees, ten straight over 85. Finally broke tonight with a brief but blustery cloudburst right before I left work.

The last thing I saw

I wasn't quite like the

We actually don't have any A/C at the cottage. But we're draped in 40-50 high oak trees, and it's always about 15 degrees colder on the water. But in the city during the day has been brutal. Walk across the street for lunch and come back drenched. :cry:
 
A doctor walks into his office and is surprised to see a new patient sitting on the examination table with a gigantic, round orange head. "How did this happen?" the doctor says."Well, I was on an island beach a few months ago and I found a lamp," the patient said. "I rubbed it and a genie came out, and he said I could have three wishes. So for my first wish, I ask for $30 million dollars. Sure enough, the money appears right there and I'm ecstatic. I'm set for life. Then for my second wish, I ask for the perfect woman, and right then appeared the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. And everything's been great with her, she's perfect in every regard."The man pauses before continuing. "I think the problem is my third wish, when I asked the genie for a gigantic orange head."
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
:goodposting: belongs in the literal joke thread
 
What is the name of that site where you can put in the name of a band, and the site draws a funky flow chart showing other similar-sounding bands?

 
Taking the boys fishing this weekend on our camping trip.One question: Do I have to use that little bobber thing? These are trout and bass and maybe some other fish I don't really know how to catch, clean or cook...garr or maybe tuna.Tell you what, tell me everything you know about fishing and remember, I struggle to tie my shoes, so talk slow like.
Use a bobber and live bait. Otherwise your kids will drive you crazy. The bobber gives them something to stare at and the live bait gives them a chance of actually catching something. Also the bobber will prevent getting your hook snagged on the bottom about every other cast.There are better ways to fish, but not at this stage of development of the Nesbitt men.
if you're fishing from shore at a stocked lake, you can try the bobber thing, but I wouldn't. for one, the wind blows the bobber and you have to keep recasting. lots of work for a dad that just wants to hang out with the kids and drink a beer or two. most of the lakes are stocked with young rainbows. put some weight about 2 feet from the hook, use powerbait (it floats), and cast. the weight will sit on the bottom, the powerbait will float 2 feet off the bottom, and you just reel until the line has a slight bow, and then lean your pole against the back of a chair or a cooler. if the line straightens out, you have a fish on. kids only like fishing if they catch something. if you look at my facebook page, there's a video of my 6 year old girl learning to cast and holding a rainbow that she caught. she was totally into it all day, because we were catching a fish every 20-30 minutes. she would never have had the patience to stare at a bobber and keep recasting.
 
I don't think I've ever #3'd outside of my own domicile or a hotel or something.
I'm the exact opposite of this. :unsure:
Can we get Keerock on this? Am I the weirdo here?
Pretty sure it's me GB.ETA

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Is it weird that I lay on my stomach ever since I saw Natalie Portman do that in Black Swan? :confused:
Besides Cars 2 which we took the boys to last Sunday, Toy Story 3 & Despicable Me, I haven't seen a movie made after 2007. At least.
Is it... a problem... that Daphne and Velma in the New Scooby Do often jump start a #3 for me.... I mean a guy I know??
 

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