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Footballguy
Were you upset you didn't get an invite?No. Seems like it was a private thing at Mt. Vernon.
Were you upset you didn't get an invite?No. Seems like it was a private thing at Mt. Vernon.
Surprisingly, yes.Paul McCartney is coming to Portland in April. Cost per ticket? $270.75....does he give out #######s during his shows or something? Christ...
Would a mouth hug from a 75-year-old make it good value?Paul McCartney is coming to Portland in April. Cost per ticket? $270.75....does he give out #######s during his shows or something? Christ...
Dentures in or out?Would a mouth hug from a 75-year-old make it good value?
I had no idea this had happened - good thing I get all my news from the GMTAN. The restaurant mentioned (Olive & Grape) was one we frequented very often and was a few blocks from where we lived before moving from Seattle to the sticks.
Well, I've been searching frantically for Paul McCartney tickets for the last 17 minutes, so hopefully front row there.@Bob Sacamano where are you sitting for the big Nascar race this weekend? I'll buy you a beer?
Eh, never mind. I don't really care.Ignoramus said:Wait, which guy was on the phone?
The rammer. The ramee just failed to run a light to keep from getting hit.Ignoramus said:Wait, which guy was on the phone?
The guy that never hit the brakes and slammed into the stopped SUVIgnoramus said:Wait, which guy was on the phone?
Hello from Boston. I just woke up from a dream. You were in it.
We were on a plane try to take off from the outfield of the local ball field where I grew up. I'm not sure if we were in first class, but we probably were. You were by the window.
Take off was aborted. Engines caught fire, leaving parallel wakes of burning, overgrown grass (it must have been off season). The pilot just missed a local fruit stand near the edge of the park (you know, the old guy who used to sell the fruits and vegetables from his farm right there). But he hit a tree, which brought us to a stop.
We rode our bicycles down the chute, to get off the plane. We then rode all over the park. You were showing me around. You were very knowledgeable.
You were in stone-washed jeans. Concert t-shirt (couldn't make out the band). It was the 1980s. You were in better shape than me. I kept stopping for water breaks. You were a very good bicycle rider.
I don't. I also don't wear stone-washed jeans. Most importantly, I never sit in a window seat.I thought you didn't know how to ride a bike
That is the clunkiest set of metaphors I have ever read. He only left out the hot dog covered in mayo ...Naturally.
You were his escape from the life he ended up with. He associates you with opulence - first class, great view, literally looking down on where you grew up. It sounds like you both left the town where you grew up, but you went on to what he perceives as bigger and better things while he has some regrets.We were on a plane try to take off from the outfield of the local ball field where I grew up. I'm not sure if we were in first class, but we probably were. You were by the window.
Take off was aborted. Engines caught fire, leaving parallel wakes of burning, overgrown grass (it must have been off season). The pilot just missed a local fruit stand near the edge of the park (you know, the old guy who used to sell the fruits and vegetables from his farm right there). But he hit a tree, which brought us to a stop.
Now imagine that you didn't leave, and he didn't either. Imagine if you could stay young and have fun like kids forever. Intellectually he knows it's impossible to stay children forever and ride bikes, but the turning point in his life was when you and the life you represent to him were no longer available.We rode our bicycles down the chute, to get off the plane. We then rode all over the park. You were showing me around. You were very knowledgeable.
This wasn't really part of the dream. Maybe a little but not much. He obviously wants to bang you. I would bet he is in great shape now for his age and that he imagines himself as a bit of an athlete, so he's comparing you favorably to himself.You were in stone-washed jeans. Concert t-shirt (couldn't make out the band). It was the 1980s. You were in better shape than me. I kept stopping for water breaks. You were a very good bicycle rider.
Love it - bostonfreud.That's not what i meant to say. This is coming out all wrong. I just mean I wish we could go back to when we were teenagers and you were wearing a white t shirt.
Ok, Jon favreauThat's not what i meant to say. This is coming out all wrong. I just mean I wish we could go back to when we were teenagers and you were wearing a white t shirt.
The Fresh Prince had different moms??You should bring up some other "injuries" from the crash. Chronic flatulence, pryapism, superfluous ejaculate, the inability to tell the difference between the moms on the Fresh Prince...
The only two that I got far enough in the call were both chiropractors. I have received calls from 5 or 6 others.I had no idea. That is really ####ed up.
Do you know if these were specific kinds of doctors? Never heard of such a thing.
No wonder insurance costs are out of control.
Fears being alone. Obsessed with sports. Overwhelmed by twins. Hates Spaniards. Loves ankles. Wants to bang bostonfred. I'm kind of ok with that.I had the same dream, only it was a tandem bycycle, for whatever reason, and it was a twin engine plane departing Minnesota's professional ballpark. The Lopez brothers were pilots and for some reason, I was on fire AND drowning. K4 had on capri's.
Fred?