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Mrs. SLB and myself have had some minor differences in opinion lately so I was a little surprised she texted me to meet her for lunch today. I agreed, we met and she was a lot nicer. She had her first day of work today since her party and she told me that "all of the girls at work are like in love with you because you were so awesome at the party". Score one for the good guys. :banned:
Slow your roll, Champ. Everyone knows nurses are easy.
 
The Teen/College Tournaments don't pay jack and they won't allow him on the real show ever.
That's a ridiculous rule.
Tell me about it.
what's the reasoning?
Actually I don't know if they really don't allow teen/college players from every going back on as "adults". But I do know that once you go on the regular show you can never go back (unless they screw up your final Jeopardy question ;) ) until Trebek retires or dies. The reasoning? Beats me.
 
Mrs. SLB and myself have had some minor differences in opinion lately so I was a little surprised she texted me to meet her for lunch today. I agreed, we met and she was a lot nicer. She had her first day of work today since her party and she told me that "all of the girls at work are like in love with you because you were so awesome at the party". Score one for the good guys. :banned:
Slow your roll, Champ. Everyone knows nurses are easy.
True but anything to remind my wife that I could Disco Stu chicks works for me.
 
So, I'm home alone tonight, bored, on the computer, and I got a random IM from a girl I "dated" whilst in my post-divorce whirlwind, after some random chitchat we find out we work about a mile from each other and she wants to hang out. Lunch sometime.

Am I a huge ####### if I just say no? I rather enjoy my wife, and am not particularly worried about my abilities to keep it in my pants, but I just don't see a good reason to have a friendship with this chick.

 
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Mrs. SLB and myself have had some minor differences in opinion lately so I was a little surprised she texted me to meet her for lunch today. I agreed, we met and she was a lot nicer. She had her first day of work today since her party and she told me that "all of the girls at work are like in love with you because you were so awesome at the party". Score one for the good guys. :banned:
Slow your roll, Champ. Everyone knows nurses are easy.
True but anything to remind my wife that I could Disco Stu chicks works for me.
You going to take these girls to the 3rd Annual Mud Croquet Tourney or the Holiday Unicycle Blood Drive and Grain Alcohol Roundup?
 
I'll give you guys one guess whose list of "interests" this is on facebook:

SportsPrescription.com - Doctor's Orders, Sports 24/7, Pageant Lifestyle, Miss Earth Jamaica, MISS FLORIDA CARIBBEAN PAGEANT, University of Florida, University of Florida Alumni Association, UF College of Journalism and Communications, Gig4GNV, Ella A. Thomas, John Daly, Anika Noni Rose, Gordon Solie, The Infamous Billy The Kidd, Kathy Griffin, Ron Paul, Tim Tebow Foundation, BFAds - Black Friday Ads, Capitol Punishment Book by Jack Abramoff, Fresh from Florida Seafood, Premium Image Studios, The Official Miss Teen USA, Gary Johnson, FantasyPros, Leila Lopes, Alyssa Campanella, The Official Miss USA, Leila Lopes | Miss Universe 2011, Leila Lopes | Miss universe 2011, Leila Lopes, Leila Lopes Miss Universum Fan Page, Miss Angola 2011 Leila Lopes for Miss Universo 2011, Leila Lopes, Fã Club Leila Lopes, Leila Lopes Miss Universe 2011, Leila Lopes Miss Universe 2011, Leila Lopes, Anthony Mackie, The Official Miss Universe, Elect Herman Cain, Herman Cain 2012, Herman Cain, Leila Lopes Miss Universe Angola 2011, Americans Elect, New York, KeDrew, Sherri Shepherd, Ideal PR Media, Skyhorse Publishing, Inc., Evelyn Stevenson, Get The Stro into the PWI top 500, We who love Ney'tiri (Zoe Saldana), Zoe saldana, Zoe Saldana Fan Page, Zoe Saldana, Stone'd Records, Charles M. Blow, Glynis McCants "The Numbers Lady", Kathy Hochul, Kathy Hochul, Bob Motley - The ONLY living Negro League Baseball Umpire, La Toya Jackson, Walter Jones, LuxDelux, Champions Tour, Nicole Alexander [HOOPZ], Florida Gators, Black Women's Entertainment Network (BWE), Aimee Garcia, Judge Alex Ferrer for "Dancing With The Stars", Dusty Showers The 2nd Basemen, Jesse Ventura - The Official Facebook Page, Bill Maher, Words of Hope for Japan, Vincent Bugliosi, Robert Fisk on The Independent, Sista Whirlwind, Women for Women International, LOVETHYCLOSET.wordpress.com, Wolfgang Puck, SplatterTribe Entertainment, Think Brown INK, The Real Emmanuelle Vaugier, Art Ed Dissertation Research, Noel Flasterstein, Mena Suvari, Target the Wonder Dog, Target~ In Loving Memory of the Hero dog., Women's Sports Foundation, Anika Noni Rose, Fabulous 40rties Magazine, Patrick Fleming - GTN News, CY Interview, Gator Club® of Miami, Positive Management NYC, Gators, Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino - Hollywood, Fla., PGA TOUR, Phil Steele, Little Villain Skateboards, Arizona Apartheid, Taglio Salon, Lindsay Clein, WJXT4 Vic Micolucci, Jane Fonda, Sanaa Lathan, ShontelleOnline
stufs duds
 
Mrs. SLB and myself have had some minor differences in opinion lately so I was a little surprised she texted me to meet her for lunch today. I agreed, we met and she was a lot nicer. She had her first day of work today since her party and she told me that "all of the girls at work are like in love with you because you were so awesome at the party". Score one for the good guys. :banned:
Slow your roll, Champ. Everyone knows nurses are easy.
True but anything to remind my wife that I could Disco Stu chicks works for me.
You going to take these girls to the 3rd Annual Mud Croquet Tourney or the Holiday Unicycle Blood Drive and Grain Alcohol Roundup?
No but I got line tickets to Funny Facial Hair & Ironic Soup. :fingerscrossed:
 
Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

It's one part shower, one part beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Nice hot shower, ice cold beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

G F B Showerbeer

 
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Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

It's one part shower, one part beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Nice hot shower, ice cold beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

G F B Showerbeer
Dude, the showerbeer song is only for those of us in the inner circle. At least you didn't include the accompanying music.
 
Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

It's one part shower, one part beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Nice hot shower, ice cold beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

G F B Showerbeer™
Dude, the showerbeer song is only for those of us in the inner circle. At least you didn't include the accompanying music.
A clique within GMTAN? Might as well shut this one down
 
Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

It's one part shower, one part beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Nice hot shower, ice cold beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

G F B Showerbeer
Dude, the showerbeer song is only for those of us in the inner circle. At least you didn't include the accompanying music.
Figured I'd give them a taste of what they were missing...I also omitted verses 3-97, if you notice

 
I have a gazillion pages to catch up on, so am just here to stay congrats RedmondLonghorn, you poor, dumb *******.

 
Day's off to a great start

- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.

- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.

- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.

Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:

 
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So there's this house around the corner from me with a pretty solid x-mas light setup, and by pretty sold I mean their entire house and front yard has tens of thousands of lights wrapped around everything.

Now I'm sure we've all seen something similar to this around....however one thing I haven't seen is a sign on someone's yard telling passerbyers to tune into 99.5, and when you do so, you hear holiday music in sync with the flashing lights around the house.

And I'm thinking to myself.....how exactly is this legal to transmit over the fm airwaves your personal music.......

but it was pretty cool so I will not report it to the proper authorities, rather I decided to post here and let a certain pork monikered poster call the fbi

 
Day's off to a great start- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:
Bright side: At least you're not a ####### Bears fan.
 
So there's this house around the corner from me with a pretty solid x-mas light setup, and by pretty sold I mean their entire house and front yard has tens of thousands of lights wrapped around everything.Now I'm sure we've all seen something similar to this around....however one thing I haven't seen is a sign on someone's yard telling passerbyers to tune into 99.5, and when you do so, you hear holiday music in sync with the flashing lights around the house.And I'm thinking to myself.....how exactly is this legal to transmit over the fm airwaves your personal music.......but it was pretty cool so I will not report it to the proper authorities, rather I decided to post here and let a certain pork monikered poster call the fbi
We have one of those around the corner from us.It's not illegal to have a micro-FM transmitter. Alot of realtors use these with information on a loop about a home for sale.
 
Day's off to a great start- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:
Bright side: At least you're not a ####### Bears fan.
True dat :thumbup:
 
Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

It's one part shower, one part beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Showerbeer, showerbeer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

Nice hot shower, ice cold beer

Gonna have myself a showerbeer

G F B Showerbeer
Dude, the showerbeer song is only for those of us in the inner circle. At least you didn't include the accompanying music.
Figured I'd give them a taste of what they were missing...I also omitted verses 3-97, if you notice
Thank jebus for that.
 
So in 1981, little 6 year old Bogart started 1st grade. I was pretty bright for my age, understood the world around me, and one thing I did know: my first grade teacher was pretty, REALLY pretty. She was a first year teacher, fresh out of college: long blond hair, beautiful face, nicely built and huge eyelashes. I found out later in the year her nickname was "Bambi". My grandfather still to this day talks about going to breakfast at the school for Grandparents Day, meeting her, mouth open and blurting out, "If they made teachers like you when I was in school, I might have gone past the 8th grade." She wrote me a note on the last day of school and included her phone number on it, to call her if I needed anything. I had no idea what I would have called her for, but that note was on my bulletin board until I left for college I think.

I always kept in touch with her through my school years. Made sure I stopped by her class while still in elementary school. My youngest brother had her 9 years later and at one point I would drive from high school to pick him up at the elementary school and always made a point to stop by and say hi. She was always stunning, beyond beautiful. High school aged Bogart could fully appreciate what she had going on.

Fast forward to last night. I'm enjoying some fine dining at a local restaurant, when this lady comes out of nowhere to hug my stepmom then turns and stares at me for a minute, slightly shocked, before giving me the biggest hug in the world. Hello there Bambi. She is still a teacher at my old elementary school, points out her grown kids a few tables over, and takes a few moments to look at pictures of my kids off my phone. The whole time I am floored. I haven't seen this woman in 20 years, she is now almost 60, and was STILL the best looking woman in the building. By a mile.

I spent the rest of the evening wondering if she was still married, wondering if stopping by the old school would be smart, realizing how creepy the whole thought process was, and left for home.

 
Day's off to a great start- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:
Suck it, Packers
 
Getting my daughter a passport this morning because her grandparents are taking her on a cruise this spring. Slept in late and got some slow cooker beef stew going. I'd say my day is off to a much better start than Heckmanm's. Sorry dude.

 
Firing up Tiger Fan chili today...may not be as famous as JS's but it's still pretty good:

2 lbs meat

4 bell peppers

2 onions

1 bag carol shelby mix

1/4 bottle of tobasco (optional)

1/2 bottle of pickapepper sauce

1 dark beer

pinch of salt

1 can of: pinto, red, black, kidney beans

1 small can of tomato paste

1 small can of tomato sauce

1 small can of green chiles

1. Cut up meat and veggies

2. Brown with Carrol Shelby Mix (not the masa part yet)

3. Add veggies and stir until mixed well

4. Open all cans (except for green chiles) and pour in

5. Take the smallest can (typically the tomate paste) and fill it with water, use this can to wash out

each of the other cans, gradually adding water until you get to the biggest can. pour the biggest

can in (basically you'll get all the leftovers from all of the cans into the biggest can and dump it in)

6. Take the masa flour from the caroll shelby mix and make a paste by adding water and then add

it to the pot

7. Add chiles

8. Add pickapepper sauce

9. Add tobasco (optional)

10. Add beer

 
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Day's off to a great start- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:
Suck it, Packers
this
 
So in 1981, little 6 year old Bogart started 1st grade. I was pretty bright for my age, understood the world around me, and one thing I did know: my first grade teacher was pretty, REALLY pretty. She was a first year teacher, fresh out of college: long blond hair, beautiful face, nicely built and huge eyelashes. I found out later in the year her nickname was "Bambi". My grandfather still to this day talks about going to breakfast at the school for Grandparents Day, meeting her, mouth open and blurting out, "If they made teachers like you when I was in school, I might have gone past the 8th grade." She wrote me a note on the last day of school and included her phone number on it, to call her if I needed anything. I had no idea what I would have called her for, but that note was on my bulletin board until I left for college I think. I always kept in touch with her through my school years. Made sure I stopped by her class while still in elementary school. My youngest brother had her 9 years later and at one point I would drive from high school to pick him up at the elementary school and always made a point to stop by and say hi. She was always stunning, beyond beautiful. High school aged Bogart could fully appreciate what she had going on.Fast forward to last night. I'm enjoying some fine dining at a local restaurant, when this lady comes out of nowhere to hug my stepmom then turns and stares at me for a minute, slightly shocked, before giving me the biggest hug in the world. Hello there Bambi. She is still a teacher at my old elementary school, points out her grown kids a few tables over, and takes a few moments to look at pictures of my kids off my phone. The whole time I am floored. I haven't seen this woman in 20 years, she is now almost 60, and was STILL the best looking woman in the building. By a mile.I spent the rest of the evening wondering if she was still married, wondering if stopping by the old school would be smart, realizing how creepy the whole thought process was, and left for home.
Whatever you do, do not post a picture of her. :hot:
 
Getting my daughter a passport this morning because her grandparents are taking her on a cruise this spring. Slept in late and got some slow cooker beef stew going. I'd say my day is off to a much better start than Heckmanm's. Sorry dude.
:unsure: Also, turns out the dogs were also the culprit in the coffee maker breakage. It was drying on a towel and they jumped up and caught the towel with a toenail and dragged it off the counter. Good thing those little ####ers are cute.

 
Whatever you do, do not post a picture of her. :hot:
I searched high and low last night on Interwebz. The only spot where I got close was the school district website, but they have locked down all personal info for the teachers, including pictures. Same problem I had when I wanted to show some shots of my son's teachers back around Open House.My apologies to the entire GMTAN family.
 
So in 1981, little 6 year old Bogart started 1st grade. I was pretty bright for my age, understood the world around me, and one thing I did know: my first grade teacher was pretty, REALLY pretty. She was a first year teacher, fresh out of college: long blond hair, beautiful face, nicely built and huge eyelashes. I found out later in the year her nickname was "Bambi". My grandfather still to this day talks about going to breakfast at the school for Grandparents Day, meeting her, mouth open and blurting out, "If they made teachers like you when I was in school, I might have gone past the 8th grade." She wrote me a note on the last day of school and included her phone number on it, to call her if I needed anything. I had no idea what I would have called her for, but that note was on my bulletin board until I left for college I think. I always kept in touch with her through my school years. Made sure I stopped by her class while still in elementary school. My youngest brother had her 9 years later and at one point I would drive from high school to pick him up at the elementary school and always made a point to stop by and say hi. She was always stunning, beyond beautiful. High school aged Bogart could fully appreciate what she had going on.Fast forward to last night. I'm enjoying some fine dining at a local restaurant, when this lady comes out of nowhere to hug my stepmom then turns and stares at me for a minute, slightly shocked, before giving me the biggest hug in the world. Hello there Bambi. She is still a teacher at my old elementary school, points out her grown kids a few tables over, and takes a few moments to look at pictures of my kids off my phone. The whole time I am floored. I haven't seen this woman in 20 years, she is now almost 60, and was STILL the best looking woman in the building. By a mile.I spent the rest of the evening wondering if she was still married, wondering if stopping by the old school would be smart, realizing how creepy the whole thought process was, and left for home.
Wow, never realized how similar Bogart and I are. We both started 1st grade in 1981. We're both divorced. We're both good Dad's. We both look bad with facial hair. We both make the crock pot chicken frequently (just a hunch) He likes this 60 year old hottie and I like the Golden Girls. And one other interesting note, this 60 year old vixen he's drooling over is about 10 years older than the parents of the 22 year old I'm currently having "fun" with. We're both WINNING! :hifive:
 
first 2 items of the GMTAN secret santa gift acquired. Will try and get the package finalized and sent out this weekend. This individual is hard to shop for, so mixing shtick with real gift. :mellow:

 
This Fantasy Football Hall of Fame cracks me up. And the FFHoF SP Thread could be getting good, as one poster has basically taken it upon himself to present him, lol. Here's a snippet:

"So I'm here to tell you, if you see a Mock Draft Simulator out there on the web, think of David." :bowtie:

:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

 
So in 1981, little 6 year old Bogart started 1st grade. I was pretty bright for my age, understood the world around me, and one thing I did know: my first grade teacher was pretty, REALLY pretty. She was a first year teacher, fresh out of college: long blond hair, beautiful face, nicely built and huge eyelashes. I found out later in the year her nickname was "Bambi". My grandfather still to this day talks about going to breakfast at the school for Grandparents Day, meeting her, mouth open and blurting out, "If they made teachers like you when I was in school, I might have gone past the 8th grade." She wrote me a note on the last day of school and included her phone number on it, to call her if I needed anything. I had no idea what I would have called her for, but that note was on my bulletin board until I left for college I think. I always kept in touch with her through my school years. Made sure I stopped by her class while still in elementary school. My youngest brother had her 9 years later and at one point I would drive from high school to pick him up at the elementary school and always made a point to stop by and say hi. She was always stunning, beyond beautiful. High school aged Bogart could fully appreciate what she had going on.Fast forward to last night. I'm enjoying some fine dining at a local restaurant, when this lady comes out of nowhere to hug my stepmom then turns and stares at me for a minute, slightly shocked, before giving me the biggest hug in the world. Hello there Bambi. She is still a teacher at my old elementary school, points out her grown kids a few tables over, and takes a few moments to look at pictures of my kids off my phone. The whole time I am floored. I haven't seen this woman in 20 years, she is now almost 60, and was STILL the best looking woman in the building. By a mile.I spent the rest of the evening wondering if she was still married, wondering if stopping by the old school would be smart, realizing how creepy the whole thought process was, and left for home.
Wow, never realized how similar Bogart and I are. We both started 1st grade in 1981. We're both divorced. We're both good Dad's. We both look bad with facial hair. We both make the crock pot chicken frequently (just a hunch) He likes this 60 year old hottie and I like the Golden Girls. And one other interesting note, this 60 year old vixen he's drooling over is about 10 years older than the parents of the 22 year old I'm currently having "fun" with. We're both WINNING! :hifive:
:hifive:I think my final intentions are to trend your way as opposed to dating someone two generations my senior. I was at a bar the other night with a buddy and we both are checking out the young hot, scantly clad hostess. He is married, so now he feels the need to give play by play on how every possible hookup I could get will end in disaster. With this one, he just looks at me as says, "I'm pretty sure we went to high school with her parents." To which I replied, "Good, we will have plenty to talk about at family gatherings."
 
Day's off to a great start- One of the dogs decided to hide under our daughter's bed rather than going outside for his morning business. Spent 10 minutes dragging his ### out, irritating my bum shoulder in the process.- Got my :coffee: ready to brew, couldn't find the carafe. Looked all over the place, thinking it got put away when the dishwasher got emptied. After wasting another 10 minutes or so, discovered broken pieces of it in the trash can.- Went to dump the water out of the coffee maker, and the cord knocked over my ceramic Packers mug (b-day gift from my wife), which I *almost* caught one-handed, but ultimately smashed on the tile.Good ####ing morning, all. :rant:
Bright side: At least you're not a ####### Bears fan.
Go choke on a snow shovel.
 

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