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'dharmapunk said:
Picture it: a thirtysomething man with a thick & ridiculous mustache sitting crosslegged on the floor for 5 straight hours playing a fantasy video game where he spends at least an hour making armor and chopping wood. Also, now and then the light reflects off his male pattern baldness to stab his sexually unfulfilled wife's eyes, adding insult to injury. :bag: If you need me I'll be losing all self-respect in the Skyrim thread with Drifter.
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:goodposting: TREbro and I got the game at midnight. :unsure:
 
Just left work and decided I want Indian food and don't want to share it with our household critters. Eating at a restaurant by myself on a Friday night, how uncool on a 1-10 non-offdee scale?

 
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
'dharmapunk said:
Picture it: a thirtysomething man with a thick & ridiculous mustache sitting crosslegged on the floor for 5 straight hours playing a fantasy video game where he spends at least an hour making armor and chopping wood. Also, now and then the light reflects off his male pattern baldness to stab his sexually unfulfilled wife's eyes, adding insult to injury. :bag: If you need me I'll be losing all self-respect in the Skyrim thread with Drifter.
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:goodposting: TREbro and I got the game at midnight. :unsure:
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Me too. ...and I wanted to dropkick every single one of those annoying little freaks on line with me. It was 10 minutes of pure hell. But I stayed Zen calm. I avoided police arrest. And I got the game. :yes:
 
'St. Louis Bob said:
'dharmapunk said:
Picture it: a thirtysomething man with a thick & ridiculous mustache sitting crosslegged on the floor for 5 straight hours playing a fantasy video game where he spends at least an hour making armor and chopping wood. Also, now and then the light reflects off his male pattern baldness to stab his sexually unfulfilled wife's eyes, adding insult to injury.

:bag:

If you need me I'll be losing all self-respect in the Skyrim thread with Drifter.
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I'm on my way. If she thinks she's unfilled now, just wait until I'm done with her.
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:lmao: She'll take it, I'm sure.
 
'krista4 said:
Just left work and decided I want Indian food and don't want to share it with our household critters. Eating at a restaurant by myself on a Friday night, how uncool on a 1-10 non-offdee scale?
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I see nothing wrong with it, especially after a long week to decompress.
 
'krista4 said:
Just left work and decided I want Indian food and don't want to share it with our household critters. Eating at a restaurant by myself on a Friday night, how uncool on a 1-10 non-offdee scale?
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it makes you more cool in my book. you're hungry so go eat already. I used to feel weird about eating or going to the movie alone, then one day i said f it and never looked back. life is better now.
 
I'm leaning S Florida -3.5, despite the home dog angle. But Syracuse is one o fthose teams I never seem to get on the right side of whether betting with or against them...

 
'cosjobs said:
'krista4 said:
Just left work and decided I want Indian food and don't want to share it with our household critters. Eating at a restaurant by myself on a Friday night, how uncool on a 1-10 non-offdee scale?
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it makes you more cool in my book. you're hungry so go eat already. I used to feel weird about eating or going to the movie alone, then one day i said f it and never looked back. life is better now.
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Thanks, guys. Here now. I love to see movies alone, and restaurants aren't bad if I can sit at the bar, but no bar here. I feel less uncool now that the couple beside me decided to SPLIT a Taj Mahal.
 
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'dharmapunk said:
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
'dharmapunk said:
Picture it: a thirtysomething man with a thick & ridiculous mustache sitting crosslegged on the floor for 5 straight hours playing a fantasy video game where he spends at least an hour making armor and chopping wood. Also, now and then the light reflects off his male pattern baldness to stab his sexually unfulfilled wife's eyes, adding insult to injury. :bag: If you need me I'll be losing all self-respect in the Skyrim thread with Drifter.
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:goodposting: TREbro and I got the game at midnight. :unsure:
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Me too. ...and I wanted to dropkick every single one of those annoying little freaks on line with me. It was 10 minutes of pure hell. But I stayed Zen calm. I avoided police arrest. And I got the game. :yes:
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I was at the bar drinking whisky while TREbro waited in line. GB Strip Malls
 
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
'dharmapunk said:
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
'dharmapunk said:
Picture it: a thirtysomething man with a thick & ridiculous mustache sitting crosslegged on the floor for 5 straight hours playing a fantasy video game where he spends at least an hour making armor and chopping wood. Also, now and then the light reflects off his male pattern baldness to stab his sexually unfulfilled wife's eyes, adding insult to injury.

:bag:

If you need me I'll be losing all self-respect in the Skyrim thread with Drifter.
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:goodposting: TREbro and I got the game at midnight. :unsure:
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Me too. ...and I wanted to dropkick every single one of those annoying little freaks on line with me. It was 10 minutes of pure hell.

But I stayed Zen calm. I avoided police arrest. And I got the game. :yes:
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I was at the bar drinking whisky while TREbro waited in line. GB Strip Malls
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That reminds me of the only other time I did a Geek-Line-Wait event. I *gulp* slept out overnight for Phantom Menace tickets.

I know! Who knew! I was the biggest Star Wars fan as a kid. I was stoked! Remember the hype? Do you?

However, my saving grace is I brought a card table, a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label, cards and poker chips. Me and my friends played cards all night, I got BLASTED, won my ticket price and paid for the whiskey, and had a hot (to my whiskey eyes) college sophomore sidle up to me, share my bottle, sit on my lap, and try her damnnest to get at my mighty python (unfortunately I was married then too).

I do geek right. :thumbup:

 
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Chapter 10: the end of the knuckles saga?

knuckles was supposed to be on vacation in California for three weeks, and then move into a new place on the 15th after giving up her old place on the 1st. her new job asked her to start earlier, so she came back and has been couch surfing. a few days ago asked if she could stay at my house on Thursday (last night). I told her yes, with certain instructions: (1) she needed to clean my house; (2) I was going out with Meg, so I was likely coming home drunk between 1 and 2 in the morning; (3) I only have one key at this point (don't feel bad, cos); and (4) because I would be drunk, I wouldn't be driving and wouldn't have my garage door opener, so she needed to either leave the door unlocked or let me in.

I went to happy hour/dinner/bar/bar/bar. Around 1, my phone has no more battery and becomes useless. At around 2, I had a sober person drive me home and drop me off. Saw knuckle's car, so figured she was there and would let me in. My ride leaves.

I ring the doorbell. No answer. Knock. No answer. Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring no answer. Tired, drunk and freezing with no jacket, I sit on the doorstep, ringing the doorbell above my head for an hour or so while I try to figure out my next move.

I decide that I know a couple of my neighbors well enough to knock on their door and ask to use a phone to call a cab to take me to get my garage door opener. Turns out nobody answers their door at 3 a.m.

So now I'm walking the 2 miles or so to my car, to retrieve my garage door opener so I can get in my house. I'm shammered, cold, tired and pissed, and walking on the side of the road next to an open ditch.

Some guy is driving toward me, all over the road. This isn't all that surprising, since it's 3:30 in the morning and the only people driving are probably drunk. He swerves toward me, and I try to move further toward the side of the road. I fall into a muddy ditch full of blackberries. Now I'm bruised, scratched, bleeding, muddy, and colder.

I get 5 minutes down the road, and 3 police cruisers pull up. Apparently the guy that ran me off the road called it in. I'm guessing he thought he clipped me. He told the cops that some drunk guy was walking down the middle of the road and nearly got run over.

One of the cops puts me in the back of his car (no cuffs). We talk about why I'm walking around at 3:30 in the morning, and I explain I'm locked out and walking to my car to get my garage door opener. I ask if I'm free to leave (which for you non-lawyers has a very specific meaning). He tells me no. So I ask if I'm under arrest. He says no. I tell him if I'm not under arrest, I'd like to get out of his car and continue on my merry way. He says no, but he'll give me a ride wherever I want. We argue about whether I'm under arrest or not. I ask him to take me to my car, get my opener, and take me home. He says no. He wants to "release me into someone's custody" and says he'll take me anywhere where there's a live body that will take me in.

Unfortunately, I choose poorly here. Instead of going to a single woman's house, I choose the house of a married friend. I don't want to knock on their door. They have a camper, and I'm going to just sleep in it. He checks it out, says good enough, and leaves (I think). Turns out he's banging on their door, wakes up my friend's wife at 5:30 in the morning, and tells her he's brought me there because I was found drunk and playing in traffic. She calls my ex wife first thing in the morning.

I sleep for 2 hours. Friend wakes me up as he's leaving for work. He has a spare key, so he takes me home and lets me in.

I find knuckles naked, sound asleep in my bed. She wakes up and asks why I'm getting in so late. I say, "stay right here, I'm going to come back in a minute and murder you." Go downstairs and tell my friend that I've got it under control.

Back to knuckles, explain to her that she has basically caused me one of the worst nights of my life. Tell her to get her crap, get dressed, and get the hell out of my house. She leaves.

Finally plug in my phone. Have numerous texts from 5 concerned friends and an ex wife who says (1) she's not going to let me see my daughter tonight and (2) she wants more money.

End up having to call my assistant to come pick me up and take me to my car so I can go to work.

Took a 2 hour lunch to go to sushi, and now just floating through the end of the day before I go meet a friend for burgers and beer and go home and sleep for 15 hours.

 
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I guess after fish's post that I shouldn't even bother to mention that the woman next to me just said, "She makes books...that are entirely contained in acorn shells.". :kicksrock:

 
'-fish- said:
I find knuckles naked, sound asleep in my bed. She wakes up and asks why I'm getting in so late. I say, "stay right here, I'm going to come back in a minute and murder you." Go downstairs and tell my friend that I've got it under control.
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:lmao: :lmao: I'm gonna miss her.
 
'-fish- said:
Chapter 10: the end of the knuckles saga?knuckles was supposed to be on vacation in California for three weeks, and then move into a new place on the 15th after giving up her old place on the 1st. her new job asked her to start earlier, so she came back and has been couch surfing. a few days ago asked if she could stay at my house on Thursday (last night). I told her yes, with certain instructions: (1) she needed to clean my house; (2) I was going out with Meg, so I was likely coming home drunk between 1 and 2 in the morning; (3) I only have one key at this point (don't feel bad, cos); and (4) because I would be drunk, I wouldn't be driving and wouldn't have my garage door opener, so she needed to either leave the door unlocked or let me in.I went to happy hour/dinner/bar/bar/bar. Around 1, my phone has no more battery and becomes useless. At around 2, I had a sober person drive me home and drop me off. Saw knuckle's car, so figured she was there and would let me in. My ride leaves.I ring the doorbell. No answer. Knock. No answer. Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring no answer. Tired, drunk and freezing with no jacket, I sit on the doorstep, ringing the doorbell above my head for an hour or so while I try to figure out my next move. I decide that I know a couple of my neighbors well enough to knock on their door and ask to use a phone to call a cab to take me to get my garage door opener. Turns out nobody answers their door at 3 a.m.So now I'm walking the 2 miles or so to my car, to retrieve my garage door opener so I can get in my house. I'm shammered, cold, tired and pissed, and walking on the side of the road next to an open ditch.Some guy is driving toward me, all over the road. This isn't all that surprising, since it's 3:30 in the morning and the only people driving are probably drunk. He swerves toward me, and I try to move further toward the side of the road. I fall into a muddy ditch full of blackberries. Now I'm bruised, scratched, bleeding, muddy, and colder.I get 5 minutes down the road, and 3 police cruisers pull up. Apparently the guy that ran me off the road called it in. I'm guessing he thought he clipped me. He told the cops that some drunk guy was walking down the middle of the road and nearly got run over.One of the cops puts me in the back of his car (no cuffs). We talk about why I'm walking around at 3:30 in the morning, and I explain I'm locked out and walking to my car to get my garage door opener. I ask if I'm free to leave (which for you non-lawyers has a very specific meaning). He tells me no. So I ask if I'm under arrest. He says no. I tell him if I'm not under arrest, I'd like to get out of his car and continue on my merry way. He says no, but he'll give me a ride wherever I want. We argue about whether I'm under arrest or not. I ask him to take me to my car, get my opener, and take me home. He says no. He wants to "release me into someone's custody" and says he'll take me anywhere where there's a live body that will take me in. Unfortunately, I choose poorly here. Instead of going to a single woman's house, I choose the house of a married friend. I don't want to knock on their door. They have a camper, and I'm going to just sleep in it. He checks it out, says good enough, and leaves (I think). Turns out he's banging on their door, wakes up my friend's wife at 5:30 in the morning, and tells her he's brought me there because I was found drunk and playing in traffic. She calls my ex wife first thing in the morning.I sleep for 2 hours. Friend wakes me up as he's leaving for work. He has a spare key, so he takes me home and lets me in.I find knuckles naked, sound asleep in my bed. She wakes up and asks why I'm getting in so late. I say, "stay right here, I'm going to come back in a minute and murder you." Go downstairs and tell my friend that I've got it under control.Back to knuckles, explain to her that she has basically caused me one of the worst nights of my life. Tell her to get her crap, get dressed, and get the hell out of my house. She leaves.Finally plug in my phone. Have numerous texts from 5 concerned friends and an ex wife who says (1) she's not going to let me see my daughter tonight and (2) she wants more money.End up having to call my assistant to come pick me up and take me to my car so I can go to work.Took a 2 hour lunch to go to sushi, and now just floating through the end of the day before I go meet a friend for burgers and beer and go home and sleep for 15 hours.
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Jeezus Christ, man. :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:I know it was a terrible night, but ### #### you do terrible the way I did awesome when I was 16.
 
'-fish- said:
'krista4 said:
I guess after fish's post that I shouldn't even bother to mention that the woman next to me just said, "She makes books...that are entirely contained in acorn shells.". :kicksrock:
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what does that even mean?
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I don't know; missed the lead-in. Then she went into something about how she creates the tiny paper. Seems like a first date. Not sure it's going well.As to you, your ex will calm down once she knows the true story, right? (minus knuckles and " forgot my keys" inserted in her stead)
 
'krista4 said:
'-fish- said:
'krista4 said:
I guess after fish's post that I shouldn't even bother to mention that the woman next to me just said, "She makes books...that are entirely contained in acorn shells.". :kicksrock:
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what does that even mean?
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I don't know; missed the lead-in. Then she went into something about how she creates the tiny paper. Seems like a first date. Not sure it's going well.As to you, your ex will calm down once she knows the true story, right? (minus knuckles and " forgot my keys" inserted in her stead)
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Maybe. We'll see.
 
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