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Last night at the bar there was this one dude.

He went at least 3 bills. He was wearing black jeans, a XXXL grey t-shirt, and a bowler hat. He also sported an overgrown hipster beard. And he rolled his own smokes. He carried all of his smoke fixings in a Hello Kitty tupperware/sandwich holder.
What's a bowler hat?
 
Am I crazy or did there used to be a "things that annoy you" thread? It was possibly entitled "things you find annoying".

I can't find the thread. Irritating.

 
Cheers to Jack :banned: He's clearly left a proud legacy, as you have a bunch of strangers crying for your loss. I couldn't hold it back by the time I got to his wife passing. May they all be together in whatever afterlife there is. I was :lmao: with tears in my eyes at "I can't feel my legs". :cry:
:goodposting: :goodposting:Wow.
 
Since we're talking about racial matters (we are, right?), I've been wondering about a meeting I had earlier today. About a dozen people in the room, with about half of them being people I didn't know. After leaving the meeting, I had the following conversation:Me: I hear you have a new M&A guy. I haven't met him yet.Mark: Oh, he was in the meeting. I should have introduced you.Me: Was he the guy sitting across from me?Mark: No, at the other end of the table.Me: The guy in the red shirt?Mark: No, the guy sitting next to me.Me: The guy with the deep voice?Mark: No, on the other side of me.Then it was clear Mark was talking about the only African-American in the room. Couldn't he have just said "the black guy"? Or do we have to dance around like this?
weird, isn't it?I have two guys who work in the store and both are named Charlie. A few days ago a lady called:Her :May I speak to Charlie?Me: Sure. which one?Her: I'm not sure he helped me in the store yesterday.Me: There are two Charlies - black guy or white guy?She laughed and said "black guy"The lady (who was black) was not offended by the question at all. A white lady who works there overheard me and got a look of disgust on her face. she's a yank so I don't pay her much attention, but I have no idea what bothered her about the question. :shrug:
I would have said "tennis Charlie or basketball Charlie?"
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
 
'MisfitBlondes said:
BabyGirlMB gets home from school about 20 mins ago and heads straight to the fridge.BGMB: Do we have any cold water? (Head stuck in fridge)Me: No but there's plenty of ice.BGMB: Oh, that'll take too long to melt. (Grabs juice...completely oblivious to how blonde she is)I'm apparently raising an airhead. (Homer, piss off)
:lmao: I have a blonde daughter.........I know where you're coming from.
 
Since we're talking about racial matters (we are, right?), I've been wondering about a meeting I had earlier today. About a dozen people in the room, with about half of them being people I didn't know. After leaving the meeting, I had the following conversation:Me: I hear you have a new M&A guy. I haven't met him yet.Mark: Oh, he was in the meeting. I should have introduced you.Me: Was he the guy sitting across from me?Mark: No, at the other end of the table.Me: The guy in the red shirt?Mark: No, the guy sitting next to me.Me: The guy with the deep voice?Mark: No, on the other side of me.Then it was clear Mark was talking about the only African-American in the room. Couldn't he have just said "the black guy"? Or do we have to dance around like this?
weird, isn't it?I have two guys who work in the store and both are named Charlie. A few days ago a lady called:Her :May I speak to Charlie?Me: Sure. which one?Her: I'm not sure he helped me in the store yesterday.Me: There are two Charlies - black guy or white guy?She laughed and said "black guy"The lady (who was black) was not offended by the question at all. A white lady who works there overheard me and got a look of disgust on her face. she's a yank so I don't pay her much attention, but I have no idea what bothered her about the question. :shrug:
I would have said "tennis Charlie or basketball Charlie?"
:lmao:
 
I do believe this thread now officially has everything.
Now that Gerald Wallace is here in Portland, do you mind telling me why you hate him? Any messages you want my kids to hold up at basketball games?
Let's just say he stole money from me by failing to meet certain statistical levels, levels I thought were easily attainable, in several consecutive games and then when I finally bet against him he had one of his best games of the year.Since it was a group thing, I've actually had a couple people from the wagering thread applaud the move.
 
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I do believe this thread now officially has everything.
Now that Gerald Wallace is here in Portland, do you mind telling me why you hate him? Any messages you want my kids to hold up at basketball games?
Let's just say he stole money from me by failing to meet certain statistical levels, levels I thought were easily attainable, in several consecutive games and then when I finally bet against him he had one of his best games of the year.Since it was a group thing, I've actually had a couple people from the wagering thread applaud the move.
Ah, gotcha. I have my own Gerald Wallace. I call him "The Oakland A's Bullpen" and they have an open invitation to perform oral sexual intercourse on me.
 
This is long. Skip past if you don't want to be depressed. I'm sorry in advance, I've had a few cocktails with the family of Jack Foley.

Jack Foley, the man, the myth, the legend.

Jack Foley passed at the age of 69 with virtually no liver left on Monday night. He drank himself to death but he was my second father and the best overall person I've ever known.

RIP Jack, you were the man who shaped me into the man I am today. 69 years was way too young, but you deserve your peace. I love you.

Jack married Patricia in 1969. Pat was not able to have children at that time. So they adopted 2 black boys and 2 white girls, John, Jim, Julie and Jeannie. And they loved them. They became a family. The oldest black boy, John, ended up with muscular dystrophy. The odds on that are pretty high. But they loved him along with their other adopted children. They gave him a life of a normal child....dragging him on a sled after he was wheelchair ridden, up a hill so he could sled down with all the other kids....things like that. Jack did everything for his children.

Even as a vice principal at a local high school, he provided for the kids, and his students. He would walk across the street and bust the kids who were smoking behind the VFW...he would have a cigarette with them and then stress the importance of being in school. These kids would go back to class on their own volition. These kids knew and respected him...and he respected them regardless of their situation. He knew every kid by name. He related to them by situation and had 500 former students at his wake today. His influence extended beyond his family....to his students. His former students became teachers and administrators and helped shape another generation of good young men and women. I met many of them tonight. These people told me about kids that have no parents, that they have helped out, because Jack Foley taught them how to treat students with respect. I cannot fathom how one person makes that kind of impact. And he had a big impact on me, but I digress...

Not long after they adopted 4 children, Jack and Pat were able to actually have two children of their own. Janet and Joel. Believe it or not, Joel had muscular dystrophy. So they now have 6 kids, 2 with MD. If one were to calculate the odds of that, I would tell them to buy a lottery ticket.

But they loved their adopted children and their natural children.

After about 15 years, John and Joel were stuck in wheelchairs. Can you imagine having 6 kids, and 2 with a debilitating disease? These boys had legs that atrophied and were chubby because of no excercise so they were 200+ pounds.

We had a group of 8 or 9 friends who would go to their house every night and lift them into bed, wipe their ### when they ####, feed them when they couldn't lift their arms....we loved those boys as friends. We never saw them as handicapped. We saw them as people. We took them to movies. We took them to bars and they made asses of themselves because they obviously couldn't handle their liqour. But Jack told us..."Take these boys out. You guys will live and I will never forget what you did for them. Let these boys have a normal life"

So we would come home at 2am with 2 drunk kids in wheelchairs. Let me tell you that it was interesting trying to put them to bed. We would have to lift them onto the ####ter, wipe their ### and then give them a ham sandwich because it sounded good at 2am. :lmao:

Did I mention that they both smoked weed? Many of my fondest memories of both of these boys was holding up a bowl to their mouths and lighting it. There's nothing funnier than a cripple thats high. Joel would say "I can't feel my legs". You probably had to be there, and be high, but we all laughed like a *******.

So in 1997 John died due to his MD. It was peaceful and in his sleep. We all came home from our freshman year in college and stayed a few weeks with the family. They were having a tough time adjusting to putting them into bed because we werent there to do it on a daily basis. They had a "lift" that was uncomfortable for the boys but that was what they had to work with because Jack and Pat were in their late 50s at this point. 2 of us were there on weekends but Jack and Pat were aging and flat out couldn't do it anymore. Their other kids had families of their own and could only come over to help once in a while. But for those 2 weeks, we were back and Jack and Pat were grateful. Either way, they were left with a 21 year old, handicapped Joel. Joel wanted to do nothing but get ####ed up like his college friends. So we got him ####ed up. We brought him to our dorms, we brought him to college parties...alll in a wheelchair. It's amazing how friendly people will be when you have a friend in a wheelchair. He had no tolerance because he couldn't walk it off, but he hung and drank and smoked weed like a trooper.

Long story even longer, (sorry this will be very long) a few of us didn't do the whole college thing. So we were there daily with Joel after we were around 21. He took John's death really hard, but we played video games with him, watched movies with him, took him to the mall, took him to Brewer and Bucks games. We took him to Water Street, the "college" bar district in Milwaukee. We did what we could to and actually got him laid one night. This broad had no morals and we might have paid her, and she might have been 200 lbs+ but Joel lost his cherry...sort of...he couldnt feel his weiner. But for him....WINNING

But he kept comparing his age to John's age and planning his own death. We tried to steer him away from that but when he would get drunk or high, he would talk about it.

The whole time, Jack would give us money, give us the keys to the "handy-van" and continue to tell us to make sure that Joel was normal. We did.

Pat came down with leukemia in 2001. She got real sick and Jack continued to be the rock that held that family together. Sure we were there to help with Joel, but Jack was the man.

Janet, their first natural daughter got married in May of 2002. Pat was bed ridden and couldn't attend. I #### you not, 5 minutes before Janet walked down the aisle, Jack got the phone call that his wife had died. She was going to be at that wedding some way, some how. So Jack, being the rock that he was, walked his daughter down the aisle right after his wife had died, gave his daughter away and said nothing about Pat dying. This guy dug deep down and did something I don't think any one of us could have ever done.

He gathered his kids in a room after the ceremony and broke the news. He then said "You have the next hour to compose yourselves. We have a party to throw"

By the time of the reception, the news had spread. People were crying, but jovial because of the wedding. Then the grand march came. They annonced the couples, and then announced Jack and his belated wife.......

I'm crying right now thinking about this....

There wasn't a dry eye in the house. But the place ####### erupted like the Packers won the Super Bowl. It was amazing. I remember balling my eyes out and screaming and clapping as he walked out in front of everyone by himself and gave his daughter a big hug. This guy just lost his wife and had tigerblood running through his veins. I think the ovation lasted for about 15 minutes. It was probably the most touching moment I've ever experience in my life.

Our group of friends took a picture that night. We didn't even realize the"Wall of Honor"behind us. This pic has become legendary amongst us and everyone wants a copy.....

A short time after that, Joel passed. We took him up north to a friends cabin. He loved going up there. We were getting drunk at a local bar and Joel said "Hey, I'm going to go outside and get some air"...something he had done many times when we were out. 15 minutes later we went to go check on him and he was dead in his wheelchair...at midnight in the middle of nowheresville WIsconsin. The ambulance took a half hour to get there. He was gone.

Jack had lost 2 of his boys and his wife. Every year he would invite us to have our fantasy draft at the house (we now play for the Joel Foley Memorial Trophy). He would buy a ton of food, a ton of beer and we would all come from around the state to draft and then have an old fashoined party at Jacks house. We would be half buzzed and done with our draft and he would walk in and say "All of you boys are welcome in this house whenever you need. You are all my sons" We might have cried, knowing that this could not last.

Years later, we would all stop by and say hi when we could. We would shoot the #### with him while he laid on the ground, doing his crossword puzzle that he did every day. He would offer us food, he would offer us beer that he kept in the fridge

He drank a bottle of vodka every day. After what he had gone through, being a vice principal, being a father of 6, 2 of whom had MD, and losign his wife, the guy deserved a drink. Ultimately it killed him. He died of liver failure. But he was the kindest, most generous, thoughtful man I have ever met. His 6 kids never went without, especially his 2 handicapped kids..and all of their friends always had a place to stay, a plate to eat and/or an ear to talk to.

I am proud to be a part of his family. He knew me as another son. I knew him as a second father. He is what I aspire to be and I already miss him.

Thank you for letting me get that out. Sorry for seriousing up this thread.
What high school are we talking about here? I had a Mr. Foley for a Vice principal and he was an awesome guy.Holy crap I am getting goose bumps and tears thinking it was him.

 
Lotta tornado scares living in Dallas. I remember going into the hallways, ducking and covering more than once. I remember the eerie calm, almost as if time had stopped. And I seem to remember the world looking greenish with the light. I won't ever forget the sound of the sirens. Both in Dallas and later in Jackson, MS. Jackson was berated with tornados in the 4 years I went to school there. Our fraternity house would have collapsed like a house made of match sticks had one made its way on to campus. But we stayed there and drank and shot pool and thought about how we were going to get laid.

But I've never had a tornado roll through me. I've seen the funnel clouds and I've seen what comes with them - hail stones the size of softballs destroyed Ft. Worth in the mid 90's...cars were destroyed, buildings with window panes busted and people at an outdoor concert were dying out in the open. Awful things these tornados.

Tornados are freak events here in Oregon. Maybe 1-2 that I can recall...one recently in a little town that destroyed some buildings. Highly unusual. I don't even think we have sirens out here. I've never heard them. Not once. We don't even get thunder out here. :kicksrock:

 
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'Samuel L Bronkowitz said:
That was a good and well written eulogy. RIP.
Thanks.I'm surprised I was actually coherent at 5am :unsure:Thanks again for letting me vent :thumbup:
You done good.
:goodposting: Damn good.And I am pretty damn certain Mr. Foley was my VP during my HS years.Holy ####........ That guy caught me numerous times skipping out, and always just sent me back to class, never reported me, but I always got a lecture.I remember one time I was subbing in an over 30 Softball league about 3 years after HS. I crushed a HR in the 1st inning, over the fence and as I'm nearing 2nd base (He was playing 2nd and I never even noticed) I hear "Packkkkk over 30???" I was startled as I looked at him, he smiled said "nice hit".After the game we had a few beers....What a guy....Damnit how come I didn't know about this earlier. i definitely would have went to the wake. :cry:
 
If I had Tivo again, I'd start Tivoing Judge Judy everyday. Man, I love this show. Underrated source of kinda hot sorta slutty chicks with emotional issues. Where do they film this thing? If I were a single man again, I think I'd camp out in and around the bars in the immediate area.

 
If I had Tivo again, I'd start Tivoing Judge Judy everyday. Man, I love this show. Underrated source of kinda hot sorta slutty chicks with emotional issues. Where do they film this thing? If I were a single man again, I think I'd camp out in and around the bars in the immediate area.
Big fan.
 
. Jackson was berated with tornados in the 4 years I went to school there.
Tornadoes criticized the city for four years?Horrifying.
:bag: I was really efforting that one.
beleaguered?

1. Lay siege to: "he is leading a relief force to the aid of the beleaguered city".

2. Beset with difficulties

besieged?

1. to surround with armed forces

2. to press with requests

 
Lotta tornado scares living in Dallas. I remember going into the hallways, ducking and covering more than once. I remember the eerie calm, almost as if time had stopped. And I seem to remember the world looking greenish with the light. I won't ever forget the sound of the sirens. Both in Dallas and later in Jackson, MS. Jackson was berated with tornados in the 4 years I went to school there. Our fraternity house would have collapsed like a house made of match sticks had one made its way on to campus. But we stayed there and drank and shot pool and thought about how we were going to get laid.

But I've never had a tornado roll through me. I've seen the funnel clouds and I've seen what comes with them - hail stones the size of softballs destroyed Ft. Worth in the mid 90's...cars were destroyed, buildings with window panes busted and people at an outdoor concert were dying out in the open. Awful things these tornados.

Tornados are freak events here in Oregon. Maybe 1-2 that I can recall...one recently in a little town that destroyed some buildings. Highly unusual. I don't even think we have sirens out here. I've never heard them. Not once. We don't even get thunder out here. :kicksrock:
3/4 of the state does, city-slicker. ;)
 
Mrs. TF had the twins at 4:00 this morning :thumbup: Still in nicu b/c they were premies, but all signs looking great.

Working on 2 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours. I'm tired, but can't sleep. Thank god I didn't decide to go out last night.

 
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Mrs. TF had the twins at 4:00 this morning :thumbup: Still in nicu b/c they were premies, but all signs looking great.Working on 2 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours. I'm tired, but can't sleep. Thank god I didn't decide to go out last night.
:goodposting: Congrats. And just think, your twins share their birthday with an odd character who wears Cat Shirts. That's gotta be a good sign.
 

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