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I'm usually not one to get too serious here but I'm pretty devistated right now.About a year ago my sister's husband, Bret, was diagnosed with having a tumor in his esophagus. The original plan was to shrink it with radiation...chemo...yadda yadda. Everything looked good after however many rounds and the tumor shrunk. About 6 months ago he was getting ready to go down to L.A. for surgery when they did another scan and found something on his liver. Surgery was put off for more treatments etc etc.The last 3 months or so have been brutal. Bret went from being a 6ft 200lb healthy looking guy in his early 50s to ashen and skinny. My mom just called me. She was over at my sister's house today and she took my mom aside to talk. Bret and my sister decided to end all treatments. As Bret put it "it's pointless now". I've known Bret for probably 30 years. I don't consider him my brother-in-law as much as my 3rd brother. I knew things weren't going well as far as his treatment but I didn't think it would come down to this this fast. I'm going to have some (dozens) drinks and fumble around and #### up this Survivor draft like I always do. Thanks for letting me vent.
Bret passed tonight. Got a call from my mom at about 7:30. He went peacefully at home. The wife and I came over right away. There were already at least 20 people there. After hugging my sister and my nephews (he left behind two sons, 19 and 22) there was a lot of standing around. After about 1/2 my wife and I volunteered to go to the store for food etc. We grabbed some deli stuff and snacks. I also grabbed a 12 pack of Bud Light...Bret's beer of choice.We were only gone 20 minutes and when we came back there were now close to 40 people at the house. It seems fairly morbid but since it was only about an hour and 1/2 since he had passed Bret was still there...lying in state. Everybody grabbed a beer. His best buddy since HS, Tony, called us all together and gave one last toast. "Bret...he was a great son, a great husband, and a great father...and an even better friend." That's 100% true. Oh, and at the end of Tony's toast I added "GO BEARS" which was totally appropriate.I took my sons and ran to 7-11 for another 3 cases of beer and some ice. For the rest of the night we all stood around and tossed them back. His house was always the "party house". 4th of July, Memorial Day, Super Bowl, New Years, the first of the month, a day that ends in "Y"...there was always a house full of friends and drinks and pool and horseshoes and stories. He would have been pissed if we had all stood around with our hands in our pockets.I spent most of the night drinking beer with his 3 best buddies out on the front lawn. Guys he's known since HS (he moved to Calif from Illinois his freshman year). Every story either ended with a laugh or "yeah, that sounds like him"...usually both. I honestly have never met a guy like him. Salt of the earth. Worked his ### off. Day-in, day-out as a supervisor in the oilfields. He was the kind of guy that you wanted on your side if you were ever in a fight and next to you if you needed a friend. One of the things that I probably said 4 or 5 times tonight was "I never knew anybody that didn't like him". That wasn't bull ####. He could make friends at a monster truck rally or a Streisand concert. His door was always open and his kegerator was always charged and cold.I need to head to bed soon. I'm not a T&P kind of guy. Neither was Bret. But if you feel the need silently toast him sometime this weekend. If you want to pay tribute to him help out the next guy you see pushing his brokedown car on the side of the road. The next time your at a bar and you see a guy who looks a little down buy him a beer AND start a conversation with him. If your favorite team loses a big game cuss about it for a while and then buy drinks for the guys at the bar rooting for the other team.Bret was a quasi-redneck from southern Illinois and called Bakersfield his home but the best way to describe him was "a real Mensch". Love you, bro.Oh, GO BEARS!
:(TnPs
 
A thought maybe only important to me:

On the way into work, I'm listening to Halestorm's cover of the classic 1990 Heart song, "All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You". I will admit, I liked the original, and really like how Halestorm rocks it up. But I got to thinking, there is no way this song is written today. Let's lay out the story:

Woman driving alone at night in the rain.

Sees man, with no coat and no umbrella.

Picks him up, drives and chats for a while, never get around to formal introductions.

They find an unspecific domicile where they have the secks all night, unprotected.

They part ways, woman says don't come looking for more.

Woman gets knocked up, runs into guy years later, kid in tow.

Woman is in love with impotent man, uses this guy to get knocked up.

Credits.

There is no way this happens today. A guy in the rain, completely unprepared for the weather, no cell phone doesn't get picked up by anyone, much less a woman alone. Unprotected sex afterwards, I don't think so. Who paid for the room? The husband shooting blanks, you don't think he questions why the kid doesn't look like him?

Maybe I'm just sheltered. Or maybe I need to start hanging out on street corners during inclement weather and watch the parade of wanna-be moms drive past and get picked up.

 
I'm usually not one to get too serious here but I'm pretty devistated right now.About a year ago my sister's husband, Bret, was diagnosed with having a tumor in his esophagus. The original plan was to shrink it with radiation...chemo...yadda yadda. Everything looked good after however many rounds and the tumor shrunk. About 6 months ago he was getting ready to go down to L.A. for surgery when they did another scan and found something on his liver. Surgery was put off for more treatments etc etc.The last 3 months or so have been brutal. Bret went from being a 6ft 200lb healthy looking guy in his early 50s to ashen and skinny. My mom just called me. She was over at my sister's house today and she took my mom aside to talk. Bret and my sister decided to end all treatments. As Bret put it "it's pointless now". I've known Bret for probably 30 years. I don't consider him my brother-in-law as much as my 3rd brother. I knew things weren't going well as far as his treatment but I didn't think it would come down to this this fast. I'm going to have some (dozens) drinks and fumble around and #### up this Survivor draft like I always do. Thanks for letting me vent.
Bret passed tonight. Got a call from my mom at about 7:30. He went peacefully at home. The wife and I came over right away. There were already at least 20 people there. After hugging my sister and my nephews (he left behind two sons, 19 and 22) there was a lot of standing around. After about 1/2 my wife and I volunteered to go to the store for food etc. We grabbed some deli stuff and snacks. I also grabbed a 12 pack of Bud Light...Bret's beer of choice.We were only gone 20 minutes and when we came back there were now close to 40 people at the house. It seems fairly morbid but since it was only about an hour and 1/2 since he had passed Bret was still there...lying in state. Everybody grabbed a beer. His best buddy since HS, Tony, called us all together and gave one last toast. "Bret...he was a great son, a great husband, and a great father...and an even better friend." That's 100% true. Oh, and at the end of Tony's toast I added "GO BEARS" which was totally appropriate.I took my sons and ran to 7-11 for another 3 cases of beer and some ice. For the rest of the night we all stood around and tossed them back. His house was always the "party house". 4th of July, Memorial Day, Super Bowl, New Years, the first of the month, a day that ends in "Y"...there was always a house full of friends and drinks and pool and horseshoes and stories. He would have been pissed if we had all stood around with our hands in our pockets.I spent most of the night drinking beer with his 3 best buddies out on the front lawn. Guys he's known since HS (he moved to Calif from Illinois his freshman year). Every story either ended with a laugh or "yeah, that sounds like him"...usually both. I honestly have never met a guy like him. Salt of the earth. Worked his ### off. Day-in, day-out as a supervisor in the oilfields. He was the kind of guy that you wanted on your side if you were ever in a fight and next to you if you needed a friend. One of the things that I probably said 4 or 5 times tonight was "I never knew anybody that didn't like him". That wasn't bull ####. He could make friends at a monster truck rally or a Streisand concert. His door was always open and his kegerator was always charged and cold.I need to head to bed soon. I'm not a T&P kind of guy. Neither was Bret. But if you feel the need silently toast him sometime this weekend. If you want to pay tribute to him help out the next guy you see pushing his brokedown car on the side of the road. The next time your at a bar and you see a guy who looks a little down buy him a beer AND start a conversation with him. If your favorite team loses a big game cuss about it for a while and then buy drinks for the guys at the bar rooting for the other team.Bret was a quasi-redneck from southern Illinois and called Bakersfield his home but the best way to describe him was "a real Mensch". Love you, bro.Oh, GO BEARS!
Excellent and very touching tribute. I'd like to say we all know a guy like Bret, but the reality is, these guys are a too rare breed. How fortunate for you that he was not only your friend but your family. Sounds like there were dozens and more who are better people today because of Bret.My heart is heavy for his two sons. Giving my boys an extra hug on the way to school today. :(To Do List:1. Toast Bret2. Coach Soccer3. Buy Bud Light4. Toast Bret Again5. ??6. ProfitSorry for your loss, GB.
 
Excellent and very touching tribute. I'd like to say we all know a guy like Bret, but the reality is, these guys are a too rare breed. How fortunate for you that he was not only your friend but your family. Sounds like there were dozens and more who are better people today because of Bret.

My heart is heavy for his two sons. Giving my boys an extra hug on the way to school today. :(

To Do List:

1. Toast Bret

2. Coach Soccer

3. Buy Bud Light

4. Toast Bret Again

5. ??6. Profit

Sorry for your loss, GB.
Does ?? mean masturbate?
This breed of guys just have that sort of "look". Maybe it's just me but even through that picture I see a guy I'd like to have a beer or 10 with.RIP Bret. Sorry for you and yours, Tanner.
Did you not feel this way about me when I sent you that pic of my junk? You don't want to have a beer or 10 with me?
 
'General Malaise said:
'McJose said:
'General Malaise said:
'Oh Yes! said:
'Bob Sacamano said:
Stop with the music talk!!!!
im currently bolting to railroad ties together in an effort to make some sort of table. im also painting a ram skull white.
You I think I'd like to hang out with. Not for very long, but just enough to get a taste.
:lmao: "I'd like to cornhole with you...but from across the room."
I'm really intrigued by him and think he's probably very talented and probably has a great sense of humor...but I don't mesh very well with the creative types for some reason. I want them to like me, but they never ever do.
albinos freak me out.
 
A thought maybe only important to me:

On the way into work, I'm listening to Halestorm's cover of the classic 1990 Heart song, "All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You". I will admit, I liked the original, and really like how Halestorm rocks it up. But I got to thinking, there is no way this song is written today. Let's lay out the story:

Woman driving alone at night in the rain.

Sees man, with no coat and no umbrella.

Picks him up, drives and chats for a while, never get around to formal introductions.

They find an unspecific domicile where they have the secks all night, unprotected.

They part ways, woman says don't come looking for more.

Woman gets knocked up, runs into guy years later, kid in tow.

Woman is in love with impotent man, uses this guy to get knocked up.

Credits.

There is no way this happens today. A guy in the rain, completely unprepared for the weather, no cell phone doesn't get picked up by anyone, much less a woman alone. Unprotected sex afterwards, I don't think so. Who paid for the room? The husband shooting blanks, you don't think he questions why the kid doesn't look like him?

Maybe I'm just sheltered. Or maybe I need to start hanging out on street corners during inclement weather and watch the parade of wanna-be moms drive past and get picked up.
If you slightly edit it and the guy in the rain does have a cell phone but he doesn't have the secks because he starts sending her dumb texts on the ride to the hotel, then you would have the makings a Woz/JBizzle thread.
 
On the lighter side...

My wife just called me upstairs. One of our dogs was running around with my son's protective cup in his mouth :lmao:

Oh and a certain Chargers runningback that my nephew played HS ball with posted a "stay strong, bro" message on said nephew's FB page. Very nice thing to do.

 
On the lighter side...My wife just called me upstairs. One of our dogs was running around with my son's protective cup in his mouth :lmao:Oh and a certain Chargers runningback that my nephew played HS ball with posted a "stay strong, bro" message on said nephew's FB page. Very nice thing to do.
Your nephew knows Jacob Hester?!?!?!?
 
On the lighter side...My wife just called me upstairs. One of our dogs was running around with my son's protective cup in his mouth :lmao:Oh and a certain Chargers runningback that my nephew played HS ball with posted a "stay strong, bro" message on said nephew's FB page. Very nice thing to do.
Your nephew knows Jacob Hester?!?!?!?
RUNNING back. It's Vincent Jackson, duh.
 
On the lighter side...My wife just called me upstairs. One of our dogs was running around with my son's protective cup in his mouth :lmao:Oh and a certain Chargers runningback that my nephew played HS ball with posted a "stay strong, bro" message on said nephew's FB page. Very nice thing to do.
Your nephew knows Jacob Hester?!?!?!?
RUNNING back. It's Vincent Jackson, duh.
Marion Butts, duh.
Do you think if he had a son that he'd name him Dixon?
 
Speaking of my 17 year old...the boy is half Simple Jack on his mother's side.

Last night when we were all standing around talking with family/friends somebody asked him how tall he was. He replies "6'1". He's not. He probably right around 6 even at the most.

Me: You're not 6-1

Him: Yeah I am

Me: You're not even 2 inches taller than I am and I'm 5-10

Him: Look how much taller I am than you right now.

Me: Because you're wearing those shoes (pointing to his Doc Marten-like boots)

Him: Exactly

Me: You're 6-1 now because you're wearing those boots.

Him: But when am I not wearing these boots?

:wall:

I told him I was going to buy a stove-pipe hat so I could be 6'8"

 
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Speaking of my 17 year old...the boy is half Simple Jack on his mother's side.

Last night when we were all standing around talking with family/friends somebody asked him how tall he was. He replies "6'1". He's not. He probably right around 6 even at the most.

Me: You're not 6-1

Him: Yeah I am

Me: You're not even 2 inches taller than I am and I'm 5-10

Him: Look how much taller I am than you right now.

Me: Because you're wearing those shoes (pointing to his Doc Marten-like boots)

Him: Exactly

Me: You're 6-1 now because you're wearing those boots.

Him: But when am I not wearing these boots?

:wall:

I told him I was going to buy a stove-pipe hat so I could be 6'8"
Half Costanza on his mother's side, I think.
 
My Picks this week (straight up, no spread):

Buffalo, NO, Cleve, Detroit, GB, Balt, Minn, Jets, Wash, Pitt, Dallas, Denver, Houston, NE, Atlanta, Giants

10-6 last week, 10-6 overall, 3rd place in pool

 
Today in class I had a work-dork moment and told my students the etymology of catamite and callipygian.

75% of the students laughed and loved it.

The other 25% are probably lined up at the chair's office to tell him I'm a pervert.

 
Today in class I had a work-dork moment and told my students the etymology of catamite and callipygian.

75% of the students laughed and loved it.

The other 25% are probably lined up at the chair's office to tell him I'm a pervert.
Did you play that fmaous 80s song Walk Like a Callypgian?
Good one. From this, I could medley into a
. I'm working this into my routine for next semester.

Edit for the linky.

 
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This breed of guys just have that sort of "look". Maybe it's just me but even through that picture I see a guy I'd like to have a beer or 10 with.RIP Bret. Sorry for you and yours, Tanner.
:goodposting: I was weepy from Tanner's post already but then opened that pic and thought the same thing. You can just tell from looking at him what an awesome guy he was.BTW, it's Krista; just logged in from Mr Krista's account. Sorry for the world losing Bret. I'll have a boatload of Trappist ales in his honor tonight.

 

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