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It was first day of Spring Break for the boys today.  I decided to take them on a couple calls, give them real life experience and all that.  One of the places we stopped in at a gal I went to high school with works there.  She was talking to the boys, showing them around the office, and I overhear her say to Cal "when I was in high school, I always wanted to be your dad's girlfriend".  Cal, in all sincerity, replies "really, why?".   Stupid kids. :lmao:

 
It was first day of Spring Break for the boys today.  I decided to take them on a couple calls, give them real life experience and all that.  One of the places we stopped in at a gal I went to high school with works there.  She was talking to the boys, showing them around the office, and I overhear her say to Cal "when I was in high school, I always wanted to be your dad's girlfriend".  Cal, in all sincerity, replies "really, why?".   Stupid kids. :lmao:
:lmao:

 
It was first day of Spring Break for the boys today.  I decided to take them on a couple calls, give them real life experience and all that.  One of the places we stopped in at a gal I went to high school with works there.  She was talking to the boys, showing them around the office, and I overhear her say to Cal "when I was in high school, I always wanted to be your dad's girlfriend".  Cal, in all sincerity, replies "really, why?".   Stupid kids. :lmao:
:lmao:  x :lmao:  

 
My son just came home from kindergarten with a hand written St. Patrick's day poster that said I feel lucky when I...

...play with daddy

Wife is visibly mad at me. I told her she could get lucky playing with daddy tonight too if she wanted.  Apparently that's not what she was mad about.  Girls are weird 

 
My son just came home from kindergarten with a hand written St. Patrick's day poster that said I feel lucky when I...

...play with daddy

Wife is visibly mad at me. I told her she could get lucky playing with daddy tonight too if she wanted.  Apparently that's not what she was mad about.  Girls are weird 
I can't wait to get home to see why la floppy from the future has been mad at me

 
Went to a dive bar with a friend last night to watch the tournament.   Won a little on my bets and $350 playing pull tabs.   Went 5-0 today including a parlay that just squeaked by when Dayton covered by half a point.  

Watching hoops with roverkid, who has a pretty solid bracket and is in pretty decent shape in Frosty's pool.

 
It was first day of Spring Break for the boys today.  I decided to take them on a couple calls, give them real life experience and all that.  One of the places we stopped in at a gal I went to high school with works there.  She was talking to the boys, showing them around the office, and I overhear her say to Cal "when I was in high school, I always wanted to be your dad's girlfriend".  Cal, in all sincerity, replies "really, why?".   Stupid kids. :lmao:
Did she say "because all the girls said he was hung like a horse"?  Because that would make her the cool chick from high school.

 
Drove past one of those "Sell your house for cash" signs.  Roverkid:  "I feel like if that was a legitimate business their sign wouldn't be written with a sharpie."

 
Drove past one of those "Sell your house for cash" signs.  Roverkid:  "I feel like if that was a legitimate business their sign wouldn't be written with a sharpie."
Smart kid.  We get direct mail solicitations from these people all the time.  Pretty sure they go to one of these flip'em house seminars.  It's almost always a one or two person operation that want to buy houses from low educated, bad credit, and financially distressed people for obnoxiously lowball prices.  

I usually call them when they send me something because I have plenty of time on my hands and want to know more about the specifics of their shenanigans.  Most are pretty tight lipped and most want to see in the house and get a #### ton of info from you before they give you any info.  Decent qualifying process anyway, but just seems like a ####ty karma business.    

 
i love my children dearly. and despite what it may seem i don't really talk much in person. nevertheless there is never a moment in my house where someone, usually both my kids and my wife at the same time, isn't talking.

3 totally different trains of thought. all at once. usually really loudly. all directed at me.

it's 4 pm and i'm completely exhausted

 
i love my children dearly. and despite what it may seem i don't really talk much in person. nevertheless there is never a moment in my house where someone, usually both my kids and my wife at the same time, isn't talking.

3 totally different trains of thought. all at once. usually really loudly. all directed at me.

it's 4 pm and i'm completely exhausted
Write. I hear you.

 
i love my children dearly. and despite what it may seem i don't really talk much in person. nevertheless there is never a moment in my house where someone, usually both my kids and my wife at the same time, isn't talking.

3 totally different trains of thought. all at once. usually really loudly. all directed at me.

it's 4 pm and i'm completely exhausted
I just walk away when that happens. 

 
Holy crap, you guys. HOLY CRAP.

I met this Indian chick about 10 years ago, but got nowhere romantically with her (if some of you were on that Yahoo Underground dating site we had set up back then - I know at least one current poster was - you may recall me talking about her). She's a trip and speaks great English, but doesn't have the filter that we are sometimes stuck with. Anyway, I just got a text out of the blue saying "Hi, Bill. How are you? I am feeling carnal. What is your address?".

She drinks trash beer faster than anyone I've ever met (and that's a heavy admission coming from me), but never gets drunk. She's freaking brilliant (she runs a high-level US Government department), but also bites the filter off of a cigarette before smoking it.

 
I'm taking floppinho home yesterday from his School of Rock practice (oh.. aside... he's got an audition for the actual and unrelated Broadway show on Monday! Broken leg wishes welcomed, even though I have no idea what we would do in the unlikely event that he actual got it). We're on the weekend subway, which is always a mess with delayed schedules and lots of tourists.

A bunch of us are trying to get out at a station to catch a connecting train across the platform. But the mass of people exiting are held up. There's a young woman trying to force her way into the train through the middle of the crowd exiting.

Subway rage/angst is exhausting, and this kind of behavior pushes my buttons in the worst way. When I get to her, I push straight through her while saying to let us off first. she ends up going flying the opposite direction with a genuinely confused look on her face. What an idiot.

I'm going the other way to the next train when I get shoved by a stocky rusky- looking dude who tells me to "#### off you ####### #####". He's ready to go. Now I'm ready to go too. 

As I'm in the process of figuring out my first move on this scumbag, who's moved in front and his young idiot gf, I start saying the obvious- let us out of train... But he shouts over me "that's my daughter, ####### #######- she's only 11".

In slow motion, I look back and forth between them and then try to cool my own fight mode down enough to express the infinite :bag: I'm feeling. Soooo sorry to you both!... But fight mode still going enough to still close with "apologies to your daughter, but she needs to let people off the trains first" This, shouted across the platform as we each got into our different trains. 

And then I slapped floppinho for looking at me wrong.

Made that last part up. The whole thing was such a cluster #### of infinite :bag:

 
When I get to her, I push straight through her while saying to let us off first. she ends up going flying the opposite direction with a genuinely confused look on her face.
Well, the last thing she saw was that scarf. She was probably thinking "Wow, that chick is strong."

 
Holy crap, you guys. HOLY CRAP.

I met this Indian chick about 10 years ago, but got nowhere romantically with her (if some of you were on that Yahoo Underground dating site we had set up back then - I know at least one current poster was - you may recall me talking about her). She's a trip and speaks great English, but doesn't have the filter that we are sometimes stuck with. Anyway, I just got a text out of the blue saying "Hi, Bill. How are you? I am feeling carnal. What is your address?".

She drinks trash beer faster than anyone I've ever met (and that's a heavy admission coming from me), but never gets drunk. She's freaking brilliant (she runs a high-level US Government department), but also bites the filter off of a cigarette before smoking it.




 
Sounds like a party.  

 
Holy crap, you guys. HOLY CRAP.

I met this Indian chick about 10 years ago, but got nowhere romantically with her (if some of you were on that Yahoo Underground dating site we had set up back then - I know at least one current poster was - you may recall me talking about her). She's a trip and speaks great English, but doesn't have the filter that we are sometimes stuck with. Anyway, I just got a text out of the blue saying "Hi, Bill. How are you? I am feeling carnal. What is your address?".

She drinks trash beer faster than anyone I've ever met (and that's a heavy admission coming from me), but never gets drunk. She's freaking brilliant (she runs a high-level US Government department), but also bites the filter off of a cigarette before smoking it.
Casino or minimart?

 

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