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Tiger Fan said:
I've had deep fried oreos before....pretty tasty :thumbdown:I'll bet the frito pie and smores are solid
My stepmother swears this is fryer heaven. She said they dip it in pancake batter and the chocolate melts inside. :bag: I'm not a sweets kind of guy.
I was never a sweets guy either. Then I started controlling my drinking a bit. Four days without a drink and I'm knocking off Hostess trucks.
 
Is the Dallas stop coming soon GBGM?
I'll be there Oct 11-13
Oct 16 and 17 for me Stu. :bag: Enjoyed seeing your alma mater on tv last night.
:thumbdown: I should be around.Good sports last night, but I wasn't able to pay much attention. No sound at the bar and mostly engaged in conversation.
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis. Not that I blame them I guess.My cornhole list is pretty exclusive:MojoNorville BarnesRedman
 
Is the Dallas stop coming soon GBGM?
I'll be there Oct 11-13
Oct 16 and 17 for me Stu. :hifive: Enjoyed seeing your alma mater on tv last night.
:pickle: I should be around.Good sports last night, but I wasn't able to pay much attention. No sound at the bar and mostly engaged in conversation.
This one is a family trip. Prolly have to wait for my inevitable divorce before we can properly cornhole. That just sounded downright dirty.
 
Flying out to Seattle next week for an interview with a a good gig for a company everyone has heard of. This one has just felt like it was going to happen right from the start. One more round to go and Drifter is hitting the northwest with a not yet 2 year old and a not quite yet newborn. Oh and did I mention I just bought the house I'm in last summer? :confused:
Flew out Wednesday night and barely made the plane. Always nice to start a flight sweaty and out of breath. The guy next to me probably felt a lot like my wife after the sexy time without the exhilarating sensation of having an oppressive weight removed from on top of you.Took the light rail because it was cheap and went right to my hotel. I also was hoping they would ask me to give an example of how I saved a company money (company is notoriously frugal) and I was going to tell them I saved them $50 last night by taking light rail instead of a cab to my hotel.They put me up at a nice little independent luxury hotel in a suite. I immediately put on the spa robe and sent my wife some sexy circa 1978 playgirl-esqe poses with the crystal-ware.The next day, got up and went over there and proceeded to be bombarded over the next 7 hours (keep in mind this was after about 3 hours of phone inteviews previously). One person after another, no breaks betweeen, lunch ordered in and hastily eaten during an interview. To top it off the hiring manager was my very last interview. I felt like I'd been in a video game or martial arts flick. You go through all the minions and by the time you get to the boss you're all beat up.Finished up late and had to rush to the airport where I, again, barely made my flight. To top it off I was in the very last row in the middle seat between two guys. Exhausted and mentally spent I spent the next 3 hours trying to convince myself I wasn't absolutely miserable.This morning apparently I picked up Seattle's revenge as well.My mental state at the end and the rushing to the airport and cattle car flight experience made it hard for me to evaluate how I did. At times I felt like I was nailing it and other times was just doing okay. I know my energy level was shot by the interview with the hiring manager so I know I didn't do as well there as I could have. If it wasn't for that last interview I would have said I was 75/25 good on getting an offer but after that one I think I have right around a 50/50 shot.
I can't imagine what kind of interview questions they'd ask that would take 3 hours, let alone 7.
 
Is the Dallas stop coming soon GBGM?
I'll be there Oct 11-13
Oct 16 and 17 for me Stu. :scared: Enjoyed seeing your alma mater on tv last night.
:confused: I should be around.Good sports last night, but I wasn't able to pay much attention. No sound at the bar and mostly engaged in conversation.
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis. Not that I blame them I guess.My cornhole list is pretty exclusive:MojoNorville BarnesRedman
That's a pretty damn good list.
 
I've been mildly entertained by a chain of emails with my family. It started with my brother sending a joke to me, my other brother, my sister in law and my mother. My mother, God bless her, isn't very computer savy and it is an accomplishment when she can actually open an email and respond to it. So, upon getting the original "joke email" from my brother, the following replies occurred (keep in mind all of my Mother's responses are serious)

My SIL replied: LOL

My mother then replied: I love you too

My SIL replied: Huh?

My brother replied: Mom, do you know what LOL means?

My mother replied: yeah, something about "Loving you a Lot". But I dont know what "huh" means.

My other brother replied: Sorry, but..... LMAO

My mother replied: What does that mean?

I replied (to my own amusement): It means the same as "huh". What does "mom" mean?

My mother replied: Not funny. This is why I don't do emails

I replied: Ok, sorry Mom. I'll see this you weekend, tell Dad I LOL him.

My mother replied: Ok, I will. LOL you too.

:confused: :scared: :lmao:

I really can't wait for her to learn how to text on her cell phone. That should be very entertaining.
:lmao: I remember when my mother first got email at work and she patiently explained to me that she could not email anyone on a different floor at work because of the firewalls.

 
Flying out to Seattle next week for an interview with a a good gig for a company everyone has heard of. This one has just felt like it was going to happen right from the start. One more round to go and Drifter is hitting the northwest with a not yet 2 year old and a not quite yet newborn. Oh and did I mention I just bought the house I'm in last summer?

:scared:
Flew out Wednesday night and barely made the plane. Always nice to start a flight sweaty and out of breath. The guy next to me probably felt a lot like my wife after the sexy time without the exhilarating sensation of having an oppressive weight removed from on top of you.

Took the light rail because it was cheap and went right to my hotel. I also was hoping they would ask me to give an example of how I saved a company money (company is notoriously frugal) and I was going to tell them I saved them $50 last night by taking light rail instead of a cab to my hotel.

They put me up at a nice little independent luxury hotel in a suite. I immediately put on the spa robe and sent my wife some sexy circa 1978 playgirl-esqe poses with the crystal-ware.

The next day, got up and went over there and proceeded to be bombarded over the next 7 hours (keep in mind this was after about 3 hours of phone inteviews previously). One person after another, no breaks betweeen, lunch ordered in and hastily eaten during an interview. To top it off the hiring manager was my very last interview. I felt like I'd been in a video game or martial arts flick. You go through all the minions and by the time you get to the boss you're all beat up.

Finished up late and had to rush to the airport where I, again, barely made my flight. To top it off I was in the very last row in the middle seat between two guys. Exhausted and mentally spent I spent the next 3 hours trying to convince myself I wasn't absolutely miserable.

This morning apparently I picked up Seattle's revenge as well.

My mental state at the end and the rushing to the airport and cattle car flight experience made it hard for me to evaluate how I did. At times I felt like I was nailing it and other times was just doing okay. I know my energy level was shot by the interview with the hiring manager so I know I didn't do as well there as I could have. If it wasn't for that last interview I would have said I was 75/25 good on getting an offer but after that one I think I have right around a 50/50 shot.
:confused: good luck, drifter! are you all up for the move if the job happens?

 
Flying out to Seattle next week for an interview with a a good gig for a company everyone has heard of. This one has just felt like it was going to happen right from the start. One more round to go and Drifter is hitting the northwest with a not yet 2 year old and a not quite yet newborn. Oh and did I mention I just bought the house I'm in last summer?

:lmao:
Flew out Wednesday night and barely made the plane. Always nice to start a flight sweaty and out of breath. The guy next to me probably felt a lot like my wife after the sexy time without the exhilarating sensation of having an oppressive weight removed from on top of you.

Took the light rail because it was cheap and went right to my hotel. I also was hoping they would ask me to give an example of how I saved a company money (company is notoriously frugal) and I was going to tell them I saved them $50 last night by taking light rail instead of a cab to my hotel.

They put me up at a nice little independent luxury hotel in a suite. I immediately put on the spa robe and sent my wife some sexy circa 1978 playgirl-esqe poses with the crystal-ware.

The next day, got up and went over there and proceeded to be bombarded over the next 7 hours (keep in mind this was after about 3 hours of phone inteviews previously). One person after another, no breaks betweeen, lunch ordered in and hastily eaten during an interview. To top it off the hiring manager was my very last interview. I felt like I'd been in a video game or martial arts flick. You go through all the minions and by the time you get to the boss you're all beat up.

Finished up late and had to rush to the airport where I, again, barely made my flight. To top it off I was in the very last row in the middle seat between two guys. Exhausted and mentally spent I spent the next 3 hours trying to convince myself I wasn't absolutely miserable.

This morning apparently I picked up Seattle's revenge as well.

My mental state at the end and the rushing to the airport and cattle car flight experience made it hard for me to evaluate how I did. At times I felt like I was nailing it and other times was just doing okay. I know my energy level was shot by the interview with the hiring manager so I know I didn't do as well there as I could have. If it wasn't for that last interview I would have said I was 75/25 good on getting an offer but after that one I think I have right around a 50/50 shot.
:goodposting: good luck, drifter! are you all up for the move if the job happens?
Yes. I actually really enjoy Seattle. My only concern is the timing. We're having our 2nd baby later this month and the first is only 20 months old. I'd basically start like a week after the baby comes and have to move up there in temporary housing, flying back on weekends for a couple months while the family stays here. That would be tough on both me and the wife.If this had panned out sooner or if I could start like 45 days after the offer it wouldn't be so bad. Neither of those are in the cards though.

As for what they ask you, they go through every element of your history with a fine tooth comb. They ask you hypothetical situations. They challenge and question your knowledge repeatedly to see if you'll push back. It was tough. From what I've read they are considered on of the top 3 most difficult companies to interview for.

 
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."

 
McJose said:
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis.
I'm tempted to come there just to slap you.
:confused: :confused:
 
McJose said:
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis.
I'm tempted to come there just to slap you.
Also, this.
 
McJose said:
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis.
I'm tempted to come there just to slap you.
:lmao: :lmao:
:lmao: I was going to post it in the stupid joke thread but I didn't want to ruin your fun.
 
McJose said:
So one day Bill is walking by Franks"s barn and looks through a gap in the door and sees Frank in front of his old John Deere, doing a dance and slowly removes his pants, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tears it of, all while dancing around his old JD. Soon he is down to his longjohns and about to remove them when Bill can"t take it anymore, he walks in and asks Frank "what da heck ya doin?" Frank says " me and the old lady ain't been getting romantic much lately so went to a therapist and teh therapist said "Frank you need to do something romantic to a tractor."
Man, nobody ever comes to St. Louis.
I'm tempted to come there just to slap you.
Also, this.
Yeah? Just try it.
 
Flew out Wednesday night and barely made the plane. Always nice to start a flight sweaty and out of breath. The guy next to me probably felt a lot like my wife after the sexy time without the exhilarating sensation of having an oppressive weight removed from on top of you.
:D
made it hard for me to evaluate how I did. At times I felt like I was nailing it and other times was just doing okay
Story of my life.
 
Good question. And yes.The best part of the fried pickle is the fried breading part... not the pickle. In the spears part there is too much pickle. Way too much.
Agree with my GB JoeT here
Another thing: When the burger chips are fried, it's usually a flour based breading. When I've had the spears, it's more of a bread crumb batter and probably what also adds to my enjoyment of the fried pickle spear over the chip. Then again, I LOVE pickles (Aaron too, I guess) so the idea of more pickle and less batter is better IMO. :shrug: TREI mainly asked the question because I've had people turn up their nose at the idea of a spear over a chip only to find out they've never tried it. I have had one person who liked the chip but not the pickle, but in my unofficial surveys, most have liked both, but the spear more.
 
These chips over spears people are :lmao: .
What about those of who don't eat pickles at all regardless of the medium?
We had Christmas last year and apparently everybody brought over a jar of pickles. It must be some sort of tradition in my family amongst the broads. I think we still have 4 jars left. I tried eating a pickle with every meal just to free up some space in the fridge. I don't know who has Christmas this year but I'm dropping a case of the mother :fishy: on them.
 
These chips over spears people are :lmao: .
What about those of who don't eat pickles at all regardless of the medium?
We had Christmas last year and apparently everybody brought over a jar of pickles. It must be some sort of tradition in my family amongst the broads. I think we still have 4 jars left. I tried eating a pickle with every meal just to free up some space in the fridge. I don't know who has Christmas this year but I'm dropping a case of the mother :fishy: on them.
I was going to bring some Bread and Butter pickles to the Arch. No?
 

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