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So I get home from a long day at work to find out that water is shooting out of the garbage disposal and the pvc pipes. Dirty dishes are piled everywhere and the dishwasher is full. So I call a GB of mine that is a plumber but he is on another job and suggested a friend of his fix it. Fine. Then one of my helpful boys turns the dishwasher on and water is shooting everywhere. Not just any water either. Water full of all kinds of disgusting bits of food. :X The kid shows up this morning and is asking me way to many questions. He must be an apprentice or something. I actually replaced a garbarge disposal at the old house, I just don't feel like screwing with it. So he runs up to the hardware store to get a new disposal and some pvc piping and asks me to turn the power off to the disposal. I tell him I'm not sure which one it is since the idiot that wired my house has two different breakers going to the same switch. So I flip what I think it the right one and the light above the sink is out. He says "looks like you got it" and starts to unwire the GD. I yell to hold on and sure enough it was still hot. So I figure out the right switch, walk back upstairs, and he says "oh, no, I need some towels! Where is all of this water coming from?!" :mellow: I notice that he managed to push the door the washing machine in and it was draining all over my kitchen floor and inside of my cabinet.Pretty quiet now. :deepbreathes:
Ouch. Well, I know nothing about plumbing (or anything else that would be considered important) so I can't help. I am a good hugger though. Let me know if you want a hug. But then again, I'm not sure why you'd want a hug from another guy, that would just be awkward. You'd still have these plumbing issues and then you'd have my awkward hug to deal with. And what if Mrs. SLB saw the hug? How would you explain that? "oh hey honey, this is Gadzooks, a studly guy from the internet, he came all this way to give me a hug to make me feel better". This could lead to marital problems and you don't need that. So the bottom line is I can't help you in any way with your plumbing problems and I'm not going to hug you. Though by me refusing to hug you I am helping you to avoid marital problems so I am kinda saving your marriage, so I guess you can thank me for that. Glad I could help.
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:popcorn: Though Zulauf made a pretty large blunder on his math, citing OUNCES instead of POUNDS:

My next recommendation is in energy, because the rise of emerging economies also leads to rising energy demand. Electricity demand probably will double in emerging markets in the next 20 years. I would buy uranium. It is used to power nuclear plants, and it is used for medical diagnoses and research. There are 441 nuclear reactors operating in the world. They require 185 million ounces of uranium per year. There are 331 proposals to build new reactors. Fifty-eight new reactors are under construction, up from 52 a year ago, and 148 reactors are planned, including 110 that will come onstream in the next 10 years. Twenty reactors will be shut down. The demand side looks solid for many years.
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Hey all, My wife is running another marathon for charity. Please help her meet her goal.

Mrs. Gator Runs again!

Thanks again everyone.

(GM, when is there a marathon in portland? My wife is toying with trying to get all 50 states...)
The Portland Marathon is in October, but if she's going to make the trip all the way up here, I'd look for something a little more scenic. For example, there is one that is run around Crater Lake. THAT would be really cool, though it can be a pain to get there.Full calendar here: http://marathons.ahotu.com/calendar/oregon

 
so apparently snorting/smoking bath salts is big right now... and it's supposed to be like some sorta meth-pcp hybrid?
I read about that too. I've never understood this crazy search for new ways to get high. Don't people realize that all drugs are 100% legal as long as you're white?
 
Am on hold with the Georgia Department of Revenue. At the 5 minute mark, I got the following message, "Due to high call volume, all of our representatives are busy; your expected hold time is approximately 90 minutes".

I'm at the 10:00 mark now. :rolleyes:

 
so apparently snorting/smoking bath salts is big right now... and it's supposed to be like some sorta meth-pcp hybrid?
I read about that too. I've never understood this crazy search for new ways to get high. Don't people realize that all drugs are 100% legal as long as you're white?
If you wanted to get coke, would you know where to get it?
Are you posing a hypothetical or asking a favor?Hypothetically, sure.
 
so apparently snorting/smoking bath salts is big right now... and it's supposed to be like some sorta meth-pcp hybrid?
I read about that too. I've never understood this crazy search for new ways to get high. Don't people realize that all drugs are 100% legal as long as you're white?
If you wanted to get coke, would you know where to get it?
I think they have it in vending machines across the street at SMU. Or at least port-o-potties last I heard.
 
I stopped at Taco bell the other night. Here is the conversation.

Me: I'd like a Cheesy Double Beef Burrito and 2 hard shell tacos.

TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.

Me: Really? Hmmm, could you just make me one and charge me for a Busrrito Supreme or something.

TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.

Me: Yes, I heard you the first time, I'm asking if you can just make one and charge me for something else.

TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued.

Me: I understand that, what is the problem with making me one and charging me for something else.

TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued. We have a Crunch Burrito which is fairly close to theCheesy Double Beef.

Me: Fine, one of those without the Fritos.

TacoGuy: You want one without Fritos?

Me: arrggghhh Yes.

:( :wall: :wall:

 
so apparently snorting/smoking bath salts is big right now... and it's supposed to be like some sorta meth-pcp hybrid?
I read about that too. I've never understood this crazy search for new ways to get high. Don't people realize that all drugs are 100% legal as long as you're white?
If you wanted to get coke, would you know where to get it?
Are you posing a hypothetical or asking a favor?Hypothetically, sure.
:(
 
So I get home from a long day at work to find out that water is shooting out of the garbage disposal and the pvc pipes. Dirty dishes are piled everywhere and the dishwasher is full. So I call a GB of mine that is a plumber but he is on another job and suggested a friend of his fix it. Fine. Then one of my helpful boys turns the dishwasher on and water is shooting everywhere. Not just any water either. Water full of all kinds of disgusting bits of food. :wall: The kid shows up this morning and is asking me way to many questions. He must be an apprentice or something. I actually replaced a garbarge disposal at the old house, I just don't feel like screwing with it. So he runs up to the hardware store to get a new disposal and some pvc piping and asks me to turn the power off to the disposal. I tell him I'm not sure which one it is since the idiot that wired my house has two different breakers going to the same switch. So I flip what I think it the right one and the light above the sink is out. He says "looks like you got it" and starts to unwire the GD. I yell to hold on and sure enough it was still hot. So I figure out the right switch, walk back upstairs, and he says "oh, no, I need some towels! Where is all of this water coming from?!" :( I notice that he managed to push the door the washing machine in and it was draining all over my kitchen floor and inside of my cabinet.Pretty quiet now. :deepbreathes:
Ouch. Well, I know nothing about plumbing (or anything else that would be considered important) so I can't help. I am a good hugger though. Let me know if you want a hug. But then again, I'm not sure why you'd want a hug from another guy, that would just be awkward. You'd still have these plumbing issues and then you'd have my awkward hug to deal with. And what if Mrs. SLB saw the hug? How would you explain that? "oh hey honey, this is Gadzooks, a studly guy from the internet, he came all this way to give me a hug to make me feel better". This could lead to marital problems and you don't need that. So the bottom line is I can't help you in any way with your plumbing problems and I'm not going to hug you. Though by me refusing to hug you I am helping you to avoid marital problems so I am kinda saving your marriage, so I guess you can thank me for that. Glad I could help.
I sincerely appreciate your generous offer Gadzooks. When I die, I hope you marry Mrs. SLB.P & f's$245, all is fixed.
 
So I get home from a long day at work to find out that water is shooting out of the garbage disposal and the pvc pipes. Dirty dishes are piled everywhere and the dishwasher is full. So I call a GB of mine that is a plumber but he is on another job and suggested a friend of his fix it. Fine. Then one of my helpful boys turns the dishwasher on and water is shooting everywhere. Not just any water either. Water full of all kinds of disgusting bits of food. :goodposting: The kid shows up this morning and is asking me way to many questions. He must be an apprentice or something. I actually replaced a garbarge disposal at the old house, I just don't feel like screwing with it. So he runs up to the hardware store to get a new disposal and some pvc piping and asks me to turn the power off to the disposal. I tell him I'm not sure which one it is since the idiot that wired my house has two different breakers going to the same switch. So I flip what I think it the right one and the light above the sink is out. He says "looks like you got it" and starts to unwire the GD. I yell to hold on and sure enough it was still hot. So I figure out the right switch, walk back upstairs, and he says "oh, no, I need some towels! Where is all of this water coming from?!" :goodposting: I notice that he managed to push the door the washing machine in and it was draining all over my kitchen floor and inside of my cabinet.Pretty quiet now. :deepbreathes:
Ouch. Well, I know nothing about plumbing (or anything else that would be considered important) so I can't help. I am a good hugger though. Let me know if you want a hug. But then again, I'm not sure why you'd want a hug from another guy, that would just be awkward. You'd still have these plumbing issues and then you'd have my awkward hug to deal with. And what if Mrs. SLB saw the hug? How would you explain that? "oh hey honey, this is Gadzooks, a studly guy from the internet, he came all this way to give me a hug to make me feel better". This could lead to marital problems and you don't need that. So the bottom line is I can't help you in any way with your plumbing problems and I'm not going to hug you. Though by me refusing to hug you I am helping you to avoid marital problems so I am kinda saving your marriage, so I guess you can thank me for that. Glad I could help.
I sincerely appreciate your generous offer Gadzooks. When I die, I hope you marry Mrs. SLB.P & f's$245, all is fixed.
What was wrong?
 
I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.

Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.

 
I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.
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I stopped at Taco bell the other night. Here is the conversation.Me: I'd like a Cheesy Double Beef Burrito and 2 hard shell tacos.TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.Me: Really? Hmmm, could you just make me one and charge me for a Busrrito Supreme or something.TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.Me: Yes, I heard you the first time, I'm asking if you can just make one and charge me for something else.TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued.Me: I understand that, what is the problem with making me one and charging me for something else.TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued. We have a Crunch Burrito which is fairly close to theCheesy Double Beef.Me: Fine, one of those without the Fritos. TacoGuy: You want one without Fritos? Me: arrggghhh Yes. :goodposting: :thumbup: :wall:
Fail. The one with fritos r00ls.
 
I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.
Co-sign. Often times my wiener is the cleanest thing in the room.
 
wE HAD A TACO BELL HERE...AT THE MOVIE THEATER...FOR A few years..damn caps...and I went there like 3 times. Now that it's gone, I find I'm constantly wanting tacos.

Dads back from Germany and I'm up two boxes of these. Not fabulous but I won't let them go to waste or anything. I'd rather a kitkat bar.

Outkicked, being a football term, would be lost on Newfies.

 
can we just go ahead and outlaw garbage like Taco Bell in exchange for legalizing hard drugs?

 
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I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.
Isn't this why we have dickmittens? Krista please confirm.
 
So I get home from a long day at work to find out that water is shooting out of the garbage disposal and the pvc pipes. Dirty dishes are piled everywhere and the dishwasher is full. So I call a GB of mine that is a plumber but he is on another job and suggested a friend of his fix it. Fine. Then one of my helpful boys turns the dishwasher on and water is shooting everywhere. Not just any water either. Water full of all kinds of disgusting bits of food. :X The kid shows up this morning and is asking me way to many questions. He must be an apprentice or something. I actually replaced a garbarge disposal at the old house, I just don't feel like screwing with it. So he runs up to the hardware store to get a new disposal and some pvc piping and asks me to turn the power off to the disposal. I tell him I'm not sure which one it is since the idiot that wired my house has two different breakers going to the same switch. So I flip what I think it the right one and the light above the sink is out. He says "looks like you got it" and starts to unwire the GD. I yell to hold on and sure enough it was still hot. So I figure out the right switch, walk back upstairs, and he says "oh, no, I need some towels! Where is all of this water coming from?!" :mellow: I notice that he managed to push the door the washing machine in and it was draining all over my kitchen floor and inside of my cabinet.Pretty quiet now. :deepbreathes:
Ouch. Well, I know nothing about plumbing (or anything else that would be considered important) so I can't help. I am a good hugger though. Let me know if you want a hug. But then again, I'm not sure why you'd want a hug from another guy, that would just be awkward. You'd still have these plumbing issues and then you'd have my awkward hug to deal with. And what if Mrs. SLB saw the hug? How would you explain that? "oh hey honey, this is Gadzooks, a studly guy from the internet, he came all this way to give me a hug to make me feel better". This could lead to marital problems and you don't need that. So the bottom line is I can't help you in any way with your plumbing problems and I'm not going to hug you. Though by me refusing to hug you I am helping you to avoid marital problems so I am kinda saving your marriage, so I guess you can thank me for that. Glad I could help.
I sincerely appreciate your generous offer Gadzooks. When I die, I hope you marry Mrs. SLB.P & f's$245, all is fixed.
What was wrong?
All I know is the Mrs. SLB called me at the begging of the Bears game to inform me water was going everywhere. I told her I would look at it when I got home. I was drunk when I got home. I forgot it was screwed up until I got home from work last night and saw dirty dishes everywhere and the kids eating dinner off of paper plates. So I changed my clothes and water was shooting out of about 3 different places including the garbage disposal. This guy came out and replaced the garbage disposal and all the pipes under the sink which I knew were poorly installed when they built this house.
 
Just found out that, since Hollywood is out of original ideas, we're going to attempt an updated version of Bosom Buddies.

Work It centers on two out-of-work car salesmen who realize that it is now a woman's world and decide that in order to find work again and succeed they are going to have to dress as women to get jobs as pharmaceuticals reps. Doing this inadvertently makes them better men, husbands and fathers but also makes them appreciate the sanctuary of their nights at the local bar where they can really be themselves.
 
i need some nazi reference maker alias

prolly has to be a bit more subtle then "nazi name dropper" though.....

doubt that would fly

 
So I get home from a long day at work to find out that water is shooting out of the garbage disposal and the pvc pipes. Dirty dishes are piled everywhere and the dishwasher is full. So I call a GB of mine that is a plumber but he is on another job and suggested a friend of his fix it. Fine. Then one of my helpful boys turns the dishwasher on and water is shooting everywhere. Not just any water either. Water full of all kinds of disgusting bits of food. :X The kid shows up this morning and is asking me way to many questions. He must be an apprentice or something. I actually replaced a garbarge disposal at the old house, I just don't feel like screwing with it.

So he runs up to the hardware store to get a new disposal and some pvc piping and asks me to turn the power off to the disposal. I tell him I'm not sure which one it is since the idiot that wired my house has two different breakers going to the same switch. So I flip what I think it the right one and the light above the sink is out. He says "looks like you got it" and starts to unwire the GD. I yell to hold on and sure enough it was still hot. So I figure out the right switch, walk back upstairs, and he says "oh, no, I need some towels! Where is all of this water coming from?!" :unsure: I notice that he managed to push the door the washing machine in and it was draining all over my kitchen floor and inside of my cabinet.

Pretty quiet now. :deepbreathes:
Ouch. Well, I know nothing about plumbing (or anything else that would be considered important) so I can't help. I am a good hugger though. Let me know if you want a hug. But then again, I'm not sure why you'd want a hug from another guy, that would just be awkward. You'd still have these plumbing issues and then you'd have my awkward hug to deal with. And what if Mrs. SLB saw the hug? How would you explain that? "oh hey honey, this is Gadzooks, a studly guy from the internet, he came all this way to give me a hug to make me feel better". This could lead to marital problems and you don't need that. So the bottom line is I can't help you in any way with your plumbing problems and I'm not going to hug you. Though by me refusing to hug you I am helping you to avoid marital problems so I am kinda saving your marriage, so I guess you can thank me for that. Glad I could help.
I sincerely appreciate your generous offer Gadzooks. When I die, I hope you marry Mrs. SLB.P & f's

$245, all is fixed.
Your death would be good for me, but not so good for Mrs. SLB, or for you. Can I get your catshirts too?
 
I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.
I've always said that if I ever had the balls to be a stand up comic, this would be my opening rant. I've had this conversation multiple times with friends while drinking. It's just disgusting.
 
I stopped at Taco bell the other night. Here is the conversation.Me: I'd like a Cheesy Double Beef Burrito and 2 hard shell tacos.TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.Me: Really? Hmmm, could you just make me one and charge me for a Busrrito Supreme or something.TacoGuy: Sorry sir, we don't have the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito anymore.Me: Yes, I heard you the first time, I'm asking if you can just make one and charge me for something else.TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued.Me: I understand that, what is the problem with making me one and charging me for something else.TacoGuy: I'm sorry sir, we can't do that. The Cheesy Double Beef Burrito has been discontinued. We have a Crunch Burrito which is fairly close to theCheesy Double Beef.Me: Fine, one of those without the Fritos. TacoGuy: You want one without Fritos? Me: arrggghhh Yes. :bag: :lmao: :lmao:
You don't like Fritos?
 
I think washing one's hands in a public restroom (assuming it's not a sensor-activated sink) is one of the grossest things you can do. Someone else comes in, goes to the bathroom, grabs the faucet with their ****-hands, washes their hands, and then turns the faucet off with their clean hands. But the faucet still has ****-hands on it, that's not erased when it's subsequently turned by clean hands. Nobody washes down a faucet.Sometimes you can turn a faucet with your sleeve, but failing that, I'd rather have my own ****-hands than someone else's dickhands.
I've always said that if I ever had the balls to be a stand up comic, this would be my opening rant. I've had this conversation multiple times with friends while drinking. It's just disgusting.
So you would rather no one even attempt to wash there hands and know that everyone walking out the door is putting their **** hands on the door handle?
 
Grossest 'men's bathroom' pet peeve for me is when some germaphobe builds a freaking tower out of toilet paper to sit down on, takes his dump, and then freaking leaves his poop nest perched on the toilet seat for the next dude to deal with.

 

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