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Get this load of horsecrap. Apparently today, when the mailman came by, dogs got out the gate (first time this has happened) and ran towards him. He claims that he felt threatened and sprayed them with pepper spray AND THEN the cowardly POS filed a dangerous animals complaint against us and we got served with 2 $325 tickets!No evaluation, no previous complaints - just bang, ##### mailman feels threatened, assaults my dogs on my property makes a complaint and somehow I get hit with a ridiculous ticket.
Please keep Cujo caged. TIA.
 
Brothers got me to join their summer bowling league, which started last night(can you say HUNGOVER!!!!)

Bowled a 234 my first game followed by a 190 and a 192

slap it high!!!!

Did I mention that I haven't picked up a bowling ball in 4+ years(old 145 average)

Summer bowlers are a weird bunch.

 
Brothers got me to join their summer bowling league, which started last night(can you say HUNGOVER!!!!)Bowled a 234 my first game followed by a 190 and a 192slap it high!!!!Did I mention that I haven't picked up a bowling ball in 4+ years(old 145 average) Summer bowlers are a weird bunch.
Is this a handicap league? If so, that's an absolutely awful way to start your season. You'll be chasing those highs all season long and end up with a crappy handicapped score.
 
Hey, uh, Stu? You perchance have a foot fetish?
:unsure: I feel like the answer should be yes.
I had a strange dream about you last night and in that dream, you most certainly did.
Go on... :popcorn:
I'll do this as delicately as I can. ***Please note that there was, in no way, any sexual actiivty between me and Disco Stu. I am happily engaged and am surely not having any dreams about men from the Internet due to any latent anxiety regarding my upcoming wedding.***

We were in college and I, for some reason, was taking a nap in my dorm room with my roommate. We were in a queen bed, which is ridiculous because I feel like my college had the smallest twin beds ever. I woke up to Stu sort of poking at/picking at a small callous on the bottom of my foot. I have no idea what he was doing there, or how he got into my room. But he seemed mesmerized. I explained to him that my feet were a little dry because I had been walking around the house barefoot lately and there is a lot of sawdust and sheetrock dust from the renovations we are doing. I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time. So I told him to grab my t-shirt to sort of help "cover" him on his walk back to his room. This was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that he had thrown my t-shirt into the toilet for no explainable reason.

There was more with him later as he was texting me where his dorm room was. Except that I got 3 straight texts, each with a different room number, the last of which stating he had moved (hence the confusion). And then a 4th text stating that he reserved the right to erase the previous three texts.

:shrug:

 
Hey, uh, Stu? You perchance have a foot fetish?
:unsure: I feel like the answer should be yes.
I had a strange dream about you last night and in that dream, you most certainly did.
Go on... :popcorn:
I'll do this as delicately as I can. ***Please note that there was, in no way, any sexual actiivty between me and Disco Stu. I am happily engaged and am surely not having any dreams about men from the Internet due to any latent anxiety regarding my upcoming wedding.***

We were in college and I, for some reason, was taking a nap in my dorm room with my roommate. We were in a queen bed, which is ridiculous because I feel like my college had the smallest twin beds ever. I woke up to Stu sort of poking at/picking at a small callous on the bottom of my foot. I have no idea what he was doing there, or how he got into my room. But he seemed mesmerized. I explained to him that my feet were a little dry because I had been walking around the house barefoot lately and there is a lot of sawdust and sheetrock dust from the renovations we are doing. I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time. So I told him to grab my t-shirt to sort of help "cover" him on his walk back to his room. This was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that he had thrown my t-shirt into the toilet for no explainable reason.

There was more with him later as he was texting me where his dorm room was. Except that I got 3 straight texts, each with a different room number, the last of which stating he had moved (hence the confusion). And then a 4th text stating that he reserved the right to erase the previous three texts.

:shrug:
Did he look like his avatar? Was he humming "Boogie Shoes"?
 
Hey, uh, Stu? You perchance have a foot fetish?
:unsure:I feel like the answer should be yes.
I had a strange dream about you last night and in that dream, you most certainly did.
Go on... :popcorn:
I'll do this as delicately as I can. ***Please note that there was, in no way, any sexual actiivty between me and Disco Stu. I am happily engaged and am surely not having any dreams about men from the Internet due to any latent anxiety regarding my upcoming wedding.***We were in college and I, for some reason, was taking a nap in my dorm room with my roommate. We were in a queen bed, which is ridiculous because I feel like my college had the smallest twin beds ever. I woke up to Stu sort of poking at...
The set-up had so much brownchickenbrowncow promise.The rest was funny though. :lmao:
 
Get this load of horsecrap. Apparently today, when the mailman came by, dogs got out the gate (first time this has happened) and ran towards him. He claims that he felt threatened and sprayed them with pepper spray AND THEN the cowardly POS filed a dangerous animals complaint against us and we got served with 2 $325 tickets!No evaluation, no previous complaints - just bang, ##### mailman feels threatened, assaults my dogs on my property makes a complaint and somehow I get hit with a ridiculous ticket.
Have you considered calling an attorney? There has to be some sort of recourse here. Who served you with the tickets? They must be obligated to provide you with a right to challenge. I can't imagine it's that easy for the mailman to get away with this. Can you file a complain with the post office and sue the mailman? I'd be fighting back here...
 
StLBob > http://forums.footballguys.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=310106&view=findpost&p=13154324

Don't do it YSR, unless you'll be ahead on the divorce. All week long I've been singing a song my dad use to sing to me when I was like 8.

Don't get married girls

You'll sign away your life

You may start off as a woman

But you'll end up as the wife

You could be a vestal virgin

Take the veil and be a nun

But don't get married girls

For marriage isn't fun

Oh, it's fine when you're romancing

And he plays the lover's part

You're the roses in his garden

You're the flame that warms his heart

And his love will last forever

And he'll promise you the moon

But just wait until you're wedded

Then he'll sing a different tune

So don't get married girls

It's very badly paid

You may start off as the mistress

But you'll end up as the maid

Be a daring deep sea diver

Be a polished polyglot

But don't get married girls

For marriage is a plot

Have you seen him in the morning

With a face that looks like death?

With dandruff on his pillow

And tobacco on his breath

And he needs some reassurance

With his cup of tea in bed

For he's worried by the mortgage

And the bald patch on his head

And he's sure that your his mother

Lays his head upon your breast

So you try to boost his ego

Iron his shirt and warm his vest

Then you get him off to work

The mighty hunter is restored

And he leaves you there with nothing

But the dreams you can't afford

So don't get married girls

Men they're all the same

They just use you when they need you

You'd do better on the game

Be a call girl, be a stripper

Be a hostess, be a whore

But don't get married girls

For marriage is a bore

 
It sounds like you love the attention you get here, but you're a bit ashamed of it and afraid your fiancee (and b&m friends/family) will learn more about it.

I'll do this as delicately as I can.

***Please note that there was, in no way, any sexual actiivty between me and Disco Stu. I am happily engaged and am surely not having any dreams about men from the Internet due to any latent anxiety regarding my upcoming wedding.***

We were in college and I, for some reason, was taking a nap in my dorm room with my roommate. We were in a queen bed, which is ridiculous because I feel like my college had the smallest twin beds ever.
We set the stage with you as a young single girl. It's been repressed recently.
I woke up to Stu sort of poking at/picking at a small callous on the bottom of my foot. I have no idea what he was doing there, or how he got into my room. But he seemed mesmerized.
You feel like you have some flaws. You tend to pick at them, and you think other people do, too, but they don't seem to mind them.
I explained to him that my feet were a little dry because I had been walking around the house barefoot lately and there is a lot of sawdust and sheetrock dust from the renovations we are doing.
You feel like you're changing, and you're saying, please pardon my appearance during construction.
I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time.
Despite your self-perceived flaws, you enjoy the flirting here. The swinging single guy represents all of FBG (Or you want to #### him specifically. Hard to tell.).
So I told him to grab my t-shirt to sort of help "cover" him on his walk back to his room. This was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that he had thrown my t-shirt into the toilet for no explainable reason.
This is the shame piece. You don't want your fiancee to know about the attention you get here, and it's dirty and shameful to you.
There was more with him later as he was texting me where his dorm room was. Except that I got 3 straight texts, each with a different room number, the last of which stating he had moved (hence the confusion). And then a 4th text stating that he reserved the right to erase the previous three texts.
You wouldn't know how to consummate any of the flirtation here even if you wanted to, which you mostly don't. You kind of want to erase your whole history here, but you don't want to lose it, either.
 
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Despite your self-perceived flaws, you enjoy the flirting here. The swinging single guy represents all of FBG (Or you want to #### him specifically. Hard to tell.).
Oh, I think we know. ;)Also, I may start doing this...
There was more with him later as he was texting me where his dorm room was. Except that I got 3 straight texts, each with a different room number, the last of which stating he had moved (hence the confusion). And then a 4th text stating that he reserved the right to erase the previous three texts.
 
It sounds like you love the attention you get here, but you're a bit ashamed of it and afraid your fiancee (and b&m friends/family) will learn more about it. My B&M family knows nothing about this place, my two B&M BFFs know about it but don't know the extent, and my fiance knows almost every minute I spend on here (save the late nights when he's asleep). He already know about my Disco Stu dream and all he wanted to know was if I was going to leave him for Disco Stu. When I assured him I wasn't, he moved on.

I'll do this as delicately as I can.

***Please note that there was, in no way, any sexual actiivty between me and Disco Stu. I am happily engaged and am surely not having any dreams about men from the Internet due to any latent anxiety regarding my upcoming wedding.***

We were in college and I, for some reason, was taking a nap in my dorm room with my roommate. We were in a queen bed, which is ridiculous because I feel like my college had the smallest twin beds ever.
We set the stage with you as a young single girl. It's been repressed recently.
I woke up to Stu sort of poking at/picking at a small callous on the bottom of my foot. I have no idea what he was doing there, or how he got into my room. But he seemed mesmerized.
You feel like you have some flaws. You tend to pick at them, and you think other people do, too, but they don't seem to mind them.
I explained to him that my feet were a little dry because I had been walking around the house barefoot lately and there is a lot of sawdust and sheetrock dust from the renovations we are doing.
You feel like you're changing, and you're saying, please pardon my appearance during construction.
I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time.
Despite your self-perceived flaws, you enjoy the flirting here. The swinging single guy represents all of FBG (Or you want to #### him specifically. Hard to tell.). No offense to Stu at all, because he's a good looking guy and apparently has it going on, but I need a little more one-on-one contact with someone before I feel that kind of connection. So I'd say the former.
So I told him to grab my t-shirt to sort of help "cover" him on his walk back to his room. This was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that he had thrown my t-shirt into the toilet for no explainable reason.
This is the shame piece. You don't want your fiancee to know about the attention you get here, and it's dirty and shameful to you. Nope, fiance knows. If he wanted to, and he may do so for all I know, he could read every post I put here. All computers and both phones are logged in here.
There was more with him later as he was texting me where his dorm room was. Except that I got 3 straight texts, each with a different room number, the last of which stating he had moved (hence the confusion). And then a 4th text stating that he reserved the right to erase the previous three texts.
You wouldn't know how to consummate any of the flirtation here even if you wanted to, which you mostly don't. You kind of want to erase your whole history here, but you don't want to lose it, either. Maybe? Not sure here.
Good stuff, BF. I know nothing about dream analysis, so I can't really refute anything here. My only responses would be the stated above. Thanks for taking the time to evaluate. :thumbup:
 
Get this load of horsecrap. Apparently today, when the mailman came by, dogs got out the gate (first time this has happened) and ran towards him. He claims that he felt threatened and sprayed them with pepper spray AND THEN the cowardly POS filed a dangerous animals complaint against us and we got served with 2 $325 tickets!No evaluation, no previous complaints - just bang, ##### mailman feels threatened, assaults my dogs on my property makes a complaint and somehow I get hit with a ridiculous ticket.
Have you considered calling an attorney? There has to be some sort of recourse here. Who served you with the tickets? They must be obligated to provide you with a right to challenge. I can't imagine it's that easy for the mailman to get away with this. Can you file a complain with the post office and sue the mailman? I'd be fighting back here...
Another reason to tip the mailman every xmas.
 
Yeah, I was thinking about it after I posted it, and I'd forgotten about your relationship with your mother. Replace "fiancee" with "mother" (and other B&M people) and replace "Hard to tell" with "It's an absolute certainty that you want to #### Disco Stu".

 
I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time.
Despite your self-perceived flaws, you enjoy the flirting here. The swinging single guy represents all of FBG (Or you want to #### him specifically. Hard to tell.).
:lmao: I think you nailed it.
 
I went on to explain that I was waiting until Saturday (my wedding day) to get a pedicure so my toes would be all pretty for the wedding. He still seemed, just, really into them. Like, really into them. To the point where I asked him to leave and he explained that he didn't feel comfortable walking down the dorm hallway at that time.
Despite your self-perceived flaws, you enjoy the flirting here. The swinging single guy represents all of FBG (Or you want to #### him specifically. Hard to tell.).
:lmao: I think you nailed it.
Not yet, but if I looked like Stu...
 
Yeah, I was thinking about it after I posted it, and I'd forgotten about your relationship with your mother. Replace "fiancee" with "mother" (and other B&M people) and replace "Hard to tell" with "It's an absolute certainty that you want to #### Disco Stu".
:lmao: Ok.
 
Get this load of horsecrap. Apparently today, when the mailman came by, dogs got out the gate (first time this has happened) and ran towards him. He claims that he felt threatened and sprayed them with pepper spray AND THEN the cowardly POS filed a dangerous animals complaint against us and we got served with 2 $325 tickets!No evaluation, no previous complaints - just bang, ##### mailman feels threatened, assaults my dogs on my property makes a complaint and somehow I get hit with a ridiculous ticket.
Have you considered calling an attorney? There has to be some sort of recourse here. Who served you with the tickets? They must be obligated to provide you with a right to challenge. I can't imagine it's that easy for the mailman to get away with this. Can you file a complain with the post office and sue the mailman? I'd be fighting back here...
In Denver, just about every other friend I have is an attorney. Here I don't know one.Animal Control Office served the ticket and came by today to evaluate the dogs, which he deemed "very friendly". He told me wife that we can try and get the ticket reduced but in his opinion we have very little chance of getting it dismissed because the mailman was the only witness. In my mind, this makes it seem as though it should be easy since the whole "shadow of a doubt" thing seems to enter the picture.The guy claims my dogs chased him down the block barking and growling which I deem to be complete bull####. I have no doubt they barked at him as they bark at him every day. I have no doubt the ran at him once breaching the gate. However, my dogs are too fat to bark and run at the same time. In fact, I have never witnessed them doing these things at the same time in 10 years. I suspect that they got out and mobbed him a friendly way, as they tend to do and then followed him. He didn't like it, sprayed them and then pressed the charges to avoid us filing a complaint about him spraying our dogs.The code reads:Chase or approach a human, on property other than that of the animal'sowner, in a menacing fashion or apparent attitude of attack, which mayinclude but is not limited to any one or more of the following behaviors:snarling, baring teeth, growling, snapping, pouncing, lunging, attacking, orattempting to bite.Since he is claiming they followed him off the property that's the catch and according to the animcal control guy, he says they were barking and growling (it might have happened where they chased him off the property but the distance from mailbox to street is too long where this could have happened without the dogs catching him if they were truly attacking. I also don't buy the barking and growling - see above)
 
While urinating, Disco Stu is easily capable of welding titanium.

When Disco Stu looks in a mirror it breaks...even a mirror is not stupid enough to stand between two Disco Stues.

Disco Stu wears sunglasses to protect women from his eyes.

Oxygen needs Disco Stu to survive.

 
This talk is happening at work next week. I might attend - it sounds kind of interesting.

Imagine an online marketplace where your identity, your accounts and your private communications are all for sale: Amazon.com for cybercrime. This marketplace exists, giving criminals a place to buy and sell stolen accounts, stolen identities, compromised networks and DDoS as a service. Need a compromised Amazon account? Want to send a virus to a million people? How about renting a million-node botnet? All of these things are possible if you have a little bit of money. In this talk we’ll dive into the underground economy to understand what’s for sale, who the players are, and how these transactions happen on the blackmarket of internet.
 
Drunk in Fargo. Thanks frosty.
I was just thinking to myself about how much I love booze. Although I might have unintentionally said it out loud, so maybe I was talking to myself about how much I love booze. Anyhow, the desire to not weight 400 pounds and the fact that I'm a cheap ******* are really the only things that keep me from getting hammered every night.
 
Drunk in Fargo. Thanks frosty.
I was just thinking to myself about how much I love booze. Although I might have unintentionally said it out loud, so maybe I was talking to myself about how much I love booze. Anyhow, the desire to not weight 400 pounds and the fact that I'm a cheap ******* are really the only things that keep me from getting hammered every night.
I've been idiotic drunk six days a week for the last two months and dropped 15 pounds. :shrug: Just stop eating.
 
Drunk in Fargo. Thanks frosty.
I was just thinking to myself about how much I love booze. Although I might have unintentionally said it out loud, so maybe I was talking to myself about how much I love booze. Anyhow, the desire to not weight 400 pounds and the fact that I'm a cheap ******* are really the only things that keep me from getting hammered every night.
I've been idiotic drunk six days a week for the last two months and dropped 15 pounds. :shrug: Just stop eating.
:goodposting: I was in much better shape when I overdrank as opposed to now. :porked:
 
Doug, you're right that this has been coming for years. Divorce always felt like failure to me so I stayed way too long. I'm nobody's victim, never will be. I had a rough week last week more around the kids than the marriage but things are already better. Thanks for the well wishes and positive outlook. You can always be counted on for that.

 

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