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Mrs DaVinci said:
After spin class today I went grocery shopping. I had to buy ingredients to make 6 - 8 dozen chocolate chip cookies plus 4 bags of chips, 30 bananas and a case of water. I'm making/providing all the field day snacks for my daughters classroom. I really dislike cooking.
What do you guys normally do for dinner then? Eat out?
No, we do not eat out a lot. I guess we eat out/bring in about once a week. I do cook, I'm just not very good at it and do not particularly enjoy it. I tend to make big things (chili, pork tenderloin, boston butt, etc) and freeze it. That way I can pull out whatever I have already cooked/frozen and then serve.
 
Mrs DaVinci said:
After spin class today I went grocery shopping. I had to buy ingredients to make 6 - 8 dozen chocolate chip cookies plus 4 bags of chips, 30 bananas and a case of water. I'm making/providing all the field day snacks for my daughters classroom. I really dislike cooking.
What do you guys normally do for dinner then? Eat out?
No, we do not eat out a lot. I guess we eat out/bring in about once a week. I do cook, I'm just not very good at it and do not particularly enjoy it. I tend to make big things (chili, pork tenderloin, boston butt, etc) and freeze it. That way I can pull out whatever I have already cooked/frozen and then serve.
:mellow: I'm not very good at cooking either, but I've gotten a lot better than I was and actually enjoy it now. If you've got a good Boston Butt recipe, I'll gladly take it.
 
Radical Larry said:
About an hour ago I passed one of our female deans escorting two kids to the office. She had one of the kid's backpacks and was carrying something in her hand. I could tell that part of what she was carrying was an empty toilet paper tube. But stuck in the top of the tube was what looked like the top half of a plastic Easter egg. These two items together made it look like she was carrying a home-made [adult marital aid]. I only caught a glimpse of it but that's what it looked like to me. I have yet to ask her about it. I'll try and talk to her before lunch is over.
Homemade rocket down?Sheesh, sicko. :lmao:
Oops. Turns out it was a weapon. The part that I thought was a plastic egg was half of a balloon. They tape the balloon around one end of the tube, drop a BB down the tube and then pull back the balloon to launch said BB.
 
Radical Larry said:
About an hour ago I passed one of our female deans escorting two kids to the office. She had one of the kid's backpacks and was carrying something in her hand. I could tell that part of what she was carrying was an empty toilet paper tube. But stuck in the top of the tube was what looked like the top half of a plastic Easter egg. These two items together made it look like she was carrying a home-made [adult marital aid]. I only caught a glimpse of it but that's what it looked like to me. I have yet to ask her about it. I'll try and talk to her before lunch is over.
Homemade rocket down?Sheesh, sicko. :thumbup:
Oops. Turns out it was a weapon. The part that I thought was a plastic egg was half of a balloon. They tape the balloon around one end of the tube, drop a BB down the tube and then pull back the balloon to launch said BB.
I know what I'm doing at work tomorrow
 
So about a month and a half ago, I met this girl on Omegle(which is basically a text version of chatroulette). Since then we've become somewhat good iFriends, chatting regularly. Well, last night we were talking, and she asked me when and how I realized I was homosexual, and if I had told my parents yet. All this time she's been under the false impression I'm gay. ;)

 
Zach NMN said:
So about a month and a half ago, I met this girl on Omegle(which is basically a text version of chatroulette). Since then we've become somewhat good iFriends, chatting regularly. Well, last night we were talking, and she asked me when and how I realized I was homosexual, and if I had told my parents yet. All this time she's been under the false impression I'm gay. :mellow:
"Ouch."
 
Zach NMN said:
So about a month and a half ago, I met this girl on Omegle(which is basically a text version of chatroulette). Since then we've become somewhat good iFriends, chatting regularly. Well, last night we were talking, and she asked me when and how I realized I was homosexual, and if I had told my parents yet. All this time she's been under the false impression I'm gay. :wolf:
Did she tell you why?
 
Zach NMN said:
So about a month and a half ago, I met this girl on Omegle(which is basically a text version of chatroulette). Since then we've become somewhat good iFriends, chatting regularly. Well, last night we were talking, and she asked me when and how I realized I was homosexual, and if I had told my parents yet. All this time she's been under the false impression I'm gay. :wolf:
You were wearing this?
 
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Zach NMN said:
So about a month and a half ago, I met this girl on Omegle(which is basically a text version of chatroulette). Since then we've become somewhat good iFriends, chatting regularly. Well, last night we were talking, and she asked me when and how I realized I was homosexual, and if I had told my parents yet. All this time she's been under the false impression I'm gay. :goodposting:
You were wearing this?
or this
 
I came home and my house smells like cat urine. Oh, and I have yet another in-grown hair in my pubic region. I've had better days.

 
I just got a happy face cookie in my mailbox from out librarian. There was a note saying "thanks for letting us borrow your projector screen for our presentation the other day".

I'm not going to tell her that I stole that screen from the library about 8 years ago.

 
Wife 2.0 left town on Monday morning. When she goes, structure, order and discipline soon follow. Monday night with the boys, Buffalo Wildwings, where the waiter gave me a $2 bill making change. My sons that thought was the coolest thing ever and have taken the bill to school for show and tell. Tuesday morning, they made themselves cereal. I was just glad they were up before the bus. Last night, they were with their mom. I made a trip to Outback Steakhouse bar at 9pm after soccer practice, boot camp and a long hot shower. I read and watched hockey while I ate and drank a large frosty beer. This morning, after their mom dropped them off to me at 6:45am, I made them bacon. Nothing else...just a big old plate of bacon.

I don't want to disclose how many times I've made solo love to Digital Playground... :lmao:

 
Wife 2.0 left town on Monday morning. When she goes, structure, order and discipline soon follow. Monday night with the boys, Buffalo Wildwings, where the waiter gave me a $2 bill making change. My sons that thought was the coolest thing ever and have taken the bill to school for show and tell. Tuesday morning, they made themselves cereal. I was just glad they were up before the bus. Last night, they were with their mom. I made a trip to Outback Steakhouse bar at 9pm after soccer practice, boot camp and a long hot shower. I read and watched hockey while I ate and drank a large frosty beer. This morning, after their mom dropped them off to me at 6:45am, I made them bacon. Nothing else...just a big old plate of bacon. I don't want to disclose how many times I've made solo love to Digital Playground... :excited:
:excited: The Mrs. goes out of town about every 2 weeks for at least 1 night. Although I cook dinner about 6 nights a week that goes out the window when it is just me and the boys. Dinner is something frozen and/or microwavable. Nobody eats at the dining room table. The only semblance of order is the rotation we have for playing Call of Duty.
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.

 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
Cat logo?
 
For posterity, bostonfred's ode to his wife:

My wife is my second best friend, my confidant about anything I complain about except her or poker losses or work or things she doesn't understand or find interesting. She always finds a way to spend time with me when I want to do things she enjoys, and even when I don't. It's a joy to go to movies with her, because I get to see movies I would never have picked for myself, and when we see a movie I like, she gives the cutest eyerolls and sighs during the movie so I know she's having a good time. Plus, when we watch a scary movie together, I like how she always notices the cute cabinet behind the killer and points it out before we get to the end of the scene so I don't miss it. She's a decisive leader, but lets me make choices like what we'll have for dinner, except not that. She makes me better in so many ways, and I really need that, because it appears my list of flaws is endless. And best of all, she's always willing to listen to logic, even if it makes no difference in her decision making process whatsoever. In fact, I'm so glad for the opportunity to do this that I spent all that money on the most expensive gift I've ever given anyone, just to get her to do this with me, that I threw an extravagant princess party for her and signed a document that entitles her to half my stuff whenever she wants it. Best decision I've ever made.
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
:blackdot: :lmao: :lmao: eta...lol, i'm an idiot.

 
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My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
Anton LaVey sees the error of his ways and goes on a Mormon mission.
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
Anton LaVey sees the error of his ways and goes on a Mormon mission.
I had to google that....holy crap.... :blackdot: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
Anton LaVey sees the error of his ways and goes on a Mormon mission.
I had to google that....holy crap.... :D :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
:lmao: :lmao:
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
That, my friends, is one duded up mofo.
 
Part of the reason why Forrestmail has slowed WAY WAY WAY WAY down is that I HATE using gmail. Everytime I launch a huge email forward to the group, I get this "Error" message from Gmail:

ErrorYou have reached a limit for sending mail. Learn more
That's like 10 emails tops. Stupid.
 
My lunch appointment canceled today so I found myself at my usual spot, the grocery store salad bar. I'm out of salad dressing so I'm mulling over the choices looking for something new when a lady in her 50's approaches me:

Hick: S'cuse me, are you a manager?

Me: (Am I wearing a blue shirt with a logo on it?) No.

Hick: Well you could be! You're all duded up!

Me: Thanks.
pics of you as a manager?
link
Verne Troyer really let himself go.
 

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