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Eh, I talked to pops and edited a few things. Forgot that two on that list were in Lompoc, kinda far away. Plus, Lompoc sucks.Great, thank you very much. I'm going to turn my focus to this hard next month and finalize all the details of our trip. Thanks much!
That's for sure. All this talk has me wanting to ditch TV altogether and just go back to reading books. And not on a machine, neither. I mean real books. Like with paper and stuff.
Four words: 2 Moose, 1 Cup
I've seen porn from a few different countries but never Canada.
You really need a Montreal trip. Having said that, I asked an expurt and they say it's not really any better.
T & A is pretty much allowed, even on the basic channels. One of the benefits of your country being started by degenerate Frenchman rather than Puritans.
Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.
I haven't attempted to cross the border since. Pretty sure I'm on 'the list'.
Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.I haven't attempted to cross the border since. Pretty sure I'm on 'the list'.
Why would you try to bring any across? We grow as good here.
Was it a Poo Excavator?Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.
Poor GMYeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.
Because I'm an idiot.Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.
Was this a driving crossing or were you flying? My parents have lived in Canada since I graduated high school and I have crossed the border many, many times both driving and flying and no one has every once looked into one of my bags.Because I'm an idiot.Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.
God if I had a nickel for every time I answered a question with that exact response...Because I'm an idiot.Yeah, I tried to get to Montreal in the summer of aught 7 with JTC, but got turned away at the border by Frenchy LaRue, an eager young border guard who didn't like what he found in my suitcase.Why would you try to bring any across? We grow as good here.
Some how, some way, I need to party with the two of you.God if I had a nickel for every time I answered a question with that exact response...Because I'm an idiot.
correct. my sat was able to get canada sat (expressvu i think) and their stuff was just better than the stuff on dish network. we got all the ppv's for free on both.the internets got em both beat though.
Some how, some way, I need to party with the two of you.God if I had a nickel for every time I answered a question with that exact response...Because I'm an idiot.
Just say you took time to raise the family. A lot of resume books and whatnot also suggest maybe putting in stuff like "managed household accounting, multiple schedules, blah blah blah" but I think that's cheezy. Include volunteer work you may have done in that time.Also, create a linkedin profile and make sure your picture is on there. That will at least get you some interviews. Seriously. Use what you've got.
Put a picture on your cover sheet
Doesn't matter if it's fake or not.
Where to begin.....JTC and I were driving to Montreal from Saratoga Springs, where we both had a fabulous weekend at the track and wanted to blow our winnings, so to speak. I had maybe 2 grams of weed on me and stashed it in my suitcase. JTC got an inside tip that the border crossing off the main highway would be less time consuming to cross, so we steered to a small border town and attempted to cross.When we got to the gate, we encountered a young border guard who must have failed out of Mountie school because the chip on his shoulder was massive and he was going to make us pay for all the failure and childhood ridicule he must have endured in his short, pathetic little life. With a thick accent, he questioned us like a German Nazi and was completely and utterly blown away that a man from Oregon and a man from Mass were riding in a car together. He found that highly suspicious and when we told him we were internet friends who played fantasy football together, he forced us to park the car in his station house and wait.JTC was summoned into the guard house and was grilled by Frenchy LaRue for about 10 minutes. Next thing I know, Frenchy and JTC return and I'm being asked to step out of the car. From there, Frenchy has us open the trunk, grabs our bags and begins to rifle through them. Since I did about as good a job hiding my stash as a 2 year old playing hide and seek, he found it right away and began acting like he just found a nuclear bomb. "WHAT IS THEEES? IS THEEEES DRUGS? WHOSE DRUGS ARE THESE"?I raised my hand and owned up to it. Frenchy told me to lean up agains the wall and I could literally feel his hard on as he frisked me down. "Now I am going to ask you one veeeeeeery important question and you must tell me the truth or things will be very very bad for you. Are there ANY more drugs in theees car?""No, man. That's it. I have like a nugget of pot. I was going to toss it out and forgot. There's nothing else in the car"."WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL SEE ABOUT THAT!"
So Frenchy goes through the rest of the car, getting angrier and angrier about finding nothing and finally stops to take me inside the processing center. He sits me down in a room all alone and starts to weigh the weed. This gorgeous girl who was unfortunate enough to work with deputy dog saw me and asked if I was okay. I said "Am I going to go to jail" and she laughed, smiled at me and said "For pot? No way, he's just going to weigh it to see what to do next. Don't worry". 
You could almost feel the anger building inside Frenchy as he weighed the contraband and found it to be way less than anything punishable by Canadian law. He took FOREVER to process everything and finally told us that JTC could go on to Montreal, but that I would have to stay behind until the morning. Great solution, Frenchy. You really showed me.After about an hour plus of this nonsense, we faced the dire reality that now we'd have to circle back through the border guards on the US side and tell them exactly what happened. JTC was honest and forthright and told them excatly what transpired, so they pulled us into their guard house, searched his car and grilled us. Like Frenchy, they thought it was perposterous that we were friends and found our story about fantasy football to be about as pathetic and sad as Woz dogsitting for his GF while she's off having sex with others. There were two of them and they basically laughed at us..."Look Russ - these guys have to make friends on the internet! Can you believe that?" "No kidding, Gene. What a bag of dorks!" So they wasted another hour of our life, found nothing and set us on our way. By then, it was like 11pm and were hell and gone from any major city. JTC was lividly pissed and decided to just push through and drive back to Boston. That guy is freaking machine. I was spent, phsically and emotionally. I told him I was checking out and fully expected to wake up wrapped around a tree in Vermont, but he got us home. Had tickets for the Red Sox vs. Angels game the next day, so that was all good. But there's a part of me that always wonders what in the hell kind of trouble the two of us would have found in Montreal. We were riding high from winning cash, had plenty of Benjamins to burn on strippers and were essentially headbanging all the way up from Saratoga. This was a worse end to a great run than the Sopranos.
League 11 requested as well.GM, you should switch.
I asked for league 8, but wouldn't mind switching...when is that draft?
Captured by hobos who then botched the operation to steal your corneas, in turn giving you amnesia. You then wandered around for ten years in a haze, looking for your house and solving crimes... all on a weekly, one hour basis.
Where to begin.....JTC and I were driving to Montreal from Saratoga Springs, where we both had a fabulous weekend at the track and wanted to blow our winnings, so to speak. I had maybe 2 grams of weed on me and stashed it in my suitcase. JTC got an inside tip that the border crossing off the main highway would be less time consuming to cross, so we steered to a small border town and attempted to cross.When we got to the gate, we encountered a young border guard who must have failed out of Mountie school because the chip on his shoulder was massive and he was going to make us pay for all the failure and childhood ridicule he must have endured in his short, pathetic little life. With a thick accent, he questioned us like a German Nazi and was completely and utterly blown away that a man from Oregon and a man from Mass were riding in a car together. He found that highly suspicious and when we told him we were internet friends who played fantasy football together, he forced us to park the car in his station house and wait.JTC was summoned into the guard house and was grilled by Frenchy LaRue for about 10 minutes. Next thing I know, Frenchy and JTC return and I'm being asked to step out of the car. From there, Frenchy has us open the trunk, grabs our bags and begins to rifle through them. Since I did about as good a job hiding my stash as a 2 year old playing hide and seek, he found it right away and began acting like he just found a nuclear bomb. "WHAT IS THEEES? IS THEEEES DRUGS? WHOSE DRUGS ARE THESE"?I raised my hand and owned up to it. Frenchy told me to lean up agains the wall and I could literally feel his hard on as he frisked me down. "Now I am going to ask you one veeeeeeery important question and you must tell me the truth or things will be very very bad for you. Are there ANY more drugs in theees car?""No, man. That's it. I have like a nugget of pot. I was going to toss it out and forgot. There's nothing else in the car"."WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL SEE ABOUT THAT!"
But ouch, that sucks. I've only been in and out of Canada twice, and never had any problems like this.
I selected League 8 'cuz GM was there.League 11 requested as well.GM, you should switch.League 11
"It=Info" is an old shark pool line, I don't know where it originated. Here's the rest of that post.Edit: Some guy in the shark pool forwarded that to the Athletic Director of Isaiah Weeks' high school in Alaska. I think it freaked the kid out.
11 is dead invisi
Perfect, thanks. "It=info" was from some dude's sig where he was going on and on about how he has "it" and blah blah, and that at the end he had the little "it=info"
Wednesday August 18th 9pm Eastern, 6pm Stoner
Nope, no aliai.
Change to 11!
Aloha?
