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GM's Thread About Everything/GM's Thread About Nothing (15 Viewers)

bentley said:
Strangely, it was on an issue I'm actually passionate about which is making vocational and certificate programs available to first generation high school graduates. It's almost like I have a soul. Hopefully this feeling will pass.
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Never knew you were a ginger, Bent

 
This is the most fun (easy drunk chicks) weekend of the year here.  I'm feeling roverfishy.  Not sure monogomy is working.  May be a challenge since i have roverkid all weekend.  Will report back.

Have a good weekend, gmtanners.

 
-fish- said:
This is the most fun (easy drunk chicks) weekend of the year here.  I'm feeling roverfishy.  Not sure monogomy is working.  May be a challenge since i have roverkid all weekend.  Will report back.

Have a good weekend, gmtanners.
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Huh?   Thought you dumped French hooker?

 
Seatown Mofos said:
What's going on over in the Harbor this weekend?
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Maritime Gig Festival...parade, beer garden, bands.  All day outdoor event in the center of town.  Marks the beginning of summer here.  Tomorrow is the blessing of the fleet, which rolls into drunken boating.

 
“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person is me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong. I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table. I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind. Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase. It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it. Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies. You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, What am I going to do?

In the end I thought Nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, That settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie. Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” I mean, it doesn’t really work.

We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away. Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and st back.

A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies. The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.” ― Douglas Adams

 
Took the boys fishing this morning and snuck a bunch of Fireball in my coffee. Then I took a nice long nap. Off to a wedding reception in a couple hours.

Remember gang, you can't drink all day if you don't start early.

 
bentley said:
Took the boys fishing this morning and snuck a bunch of Fireball in my coffee. Then I took a nice long nap. Off to a wedding reception in a couple hours.

Remember gang, you can't drink all day if you don't start early.
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Hmmmmm, might have to try that some day. Thanks for the tip!

 
St. Louis Bob said:
I love drunk easy chicks. 

Couple of new cat shirt pics on tthe facebooks.  One is Mrs. SLB's boss so posting here is a bad idea.
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my wife never drinks.  few years ago we go to a school auction and of course the champagne and beer is flowing for free.   ONe of the other moms that likes to drink whisks my wife away and they go check out the items on auction.   Few hours later we're at a table with 4 other couples and my wife is tipsy.  The ladies are all talking about sex and my wife looks at me and says "oh don't worry, he's gonna get lucky later for sure" in a half slurred manner.   She was  looking at me like a T-bone steak.

That was a fun night.

 
-fish- said:
Maritime Gig Festival...parade, beer garden, bands.  All day outdoor event in the center of town.  Marks the beginning of summer here.  Tomorrow is the blessing of the fleet, which rolls into drunken boating.
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the fleet is what they call the women and blessing is how you refer to sex, right?

 
mr roboto said:
About to be in (yes, in) a dance recital. Dads and Daughters. Shoot me now. Also stone sober. 
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Y'all need to find the guy whose wife came up with that idea, and pull his underwear over his head.  Then one of you needs to stand up for humanity and put an end to that nonsense.

 
tommyboy said:
my wife never drinks.  few years ago we go to a school auction and of course the champagne and beer is flowing for free.   ONe of the other moms that likes to drink whisks my wife away and they go check out the items on auction.   Few hours later we're at a table with 4 other couples and my wife is tipsy.  The ladies are all talking about sex and my wife looks at me and says "oh don't worry, he's gonna get lucky later for sure" in a half slurred manner.   She was  looking at me like a T-bone steak.

That was a fun night.
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I don't think you know what "never" means n

 
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