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You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.

 
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
witty replies by the best online miscreants I know...Bob Sacamano, Tanner Boyle, Truck, Shuke, Pickles, Krista, YSR, Fatguy, Boston Fred, Ferris, Frosty, Stu, Thorn, Gad, Kev, Charv, Jeep, Hack and if I missed anyone, please let me know.
:thumbdown:
GOT IT!
List me in front of Frosty and we should be done here. :coffee:
Mention me in your blog or twitter and it's done.
Man, just put up a blog post...
@TREtanic Trevor

Follow @smokingroaches. He's not all pot stuff, some of it is brownie and nuts. He'll follow you back and say everything you twit is great.
Hi Tre - When you say 'just put up a blog post' can you let me know what 'just put up a blog post' means?

TIA

Peace,

-G

 
Hi Tre -

When you say 'just put up a blog post' can you let me know what 'just put up a blog post' means?

TIA

Peace,

-G
G,First of all, thanks for writing me. Put up a blog post means that I added something new to my blog. In this case I rip on teh gopher football team (pretty standard) and then mention some of the new fall shows that I've watched. See link below.

Bye Week - Let's Watch Some TV

Yours in ever-loving Jesus Christ,

T

 
You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.
I've been calling this 'soul burn' the last few years. you mean that's actually my liver? :unsure:Also, I think Alex Morgan might be one more tweet away from blocking me. :bag:
New York Flash is a great chick soccer team name. Men's too I guess...mascot could be a dude in a trench coat.
 
You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.
I've been calling this 'soul burn' the last few years. you mean that's actually my liver? :unsure:Also, I think Alex Morgan might be one more tweet away from blocking me. :bag:
Can one create an anonymous twitter account?
Sure. I don't use my last name because I have an ex-wife and she crazy.
 
You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.
I've been calling this 'soul burn' the last few years. you mean that's actually my liver? :unsure:Also, I think Alex Morgan might be one more tweet away from blocking me. :bag:
Can one create an anonymous twitter account?
Sure. I don't use my last name because I have an ex-wife and she crazy.
tell me more.
 
Attended my first Cub Scout meeting tonight.

We start with picking up trash around the school with the promise of learning about recycling later. Of course there was very little litter on the grounds which is a good thing I guess. After about 40 minutes of looking for trash (with every find resulting in a battle royale with cheese for the small wrapper or whatever) we gather back in the gym to share our finds. Right away this is what happens:

Kid 1: All I found was a cigarette.

Kid 2: SMOKING IS BAD! Kid 3 SMOKING WILL KILL YOU! Kid 4: SMOKING WILL MAKE YOU SICK!

Cal: My Dad smokes. (Turns to look at me, shakes his finger and his head as every man, woman and child in a 50 mile radius stares at me and frowns.)

Cub Scouts are fun!
:lmao:
 
You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.
I've been calling this 'soul burn' the last few years. you mean that's actually my liver? :unsure:Also, I think Alex Morgan might be one more tweet away from blocking me. :bag:
Can one create an anonymous twitter account?
Sure. I don't use my last name because I have an ex-wife and she crazy.
tell me more.
Maybe sometime when I'm drunk and bored. It isn't all that entertaining. Secret credit card use, signature loans in my name that I was not privy to, battles with bi-polar/depression stuff, just a general needy jerk.
 
You guys ever drink so much that your liver actually does hurt? Maybe it's a little swollen and hardened too? Yeah, still talking about the liver.
I've been calling this 'soul burn' the last few years. you mean that's actually my liver? :unsure:Also, I think Alex Morgan might be one more tweet away from blocking me. :bag:
Can one create an anonymous twitter account?
Sure. I don't use my last name because I have an ex-wife and she crazy.
tell me more.
Maybe sometime when I'm drunk and bored. It isn't all that entertaining. Secret credit card use, signature loans in my name that I was not privy to, battles with bi-polar/depression stuff, just a general needy jerk.
bummer. that kind of crazy doesn't do it for me.
 
I work with this guy that is just a weirdo. We'll call him Mitch. 75% of the time he comes across as normal but he when he's off...he's way off. I almost think he's got some mild form of Asperger's. He's a nice guy but sometimes has a problem with personal space and not realizing when he's being inappropriate. He once told a younger female teacher "That dress looks really nice on you." When she said "thanks" he continued with "No, I mean it really fits you well...like everywhere...it just looks really great...I really mean that." I honestly think he was just trying to be nice and sincere but the girl was creeped out.

So anyway earlier in the week there was some random dude that exposed himself to a couple of 6th grade girls about a mile away from the school. The police released the make/model/year of the car he was driving. No less than 3 people made a joke via email (to selected friends) like "Hey, I didn't know Mitch drives a Bronco?" Or "When did Mitch get a Bronco?"

:lmao: You know you're the campus weirdo when that happens.

 
I work with this guy that is just a weirdo. We'll call him Mitch. 75% of the time he comes across as normal but he when he's off...he's way off. I almost think he's got some mild form of Asperger's. He's a nice guy but sometimes has a problem with personal space and not realizing when he's being inappropriate. He once told a younger female teacher "That dress looks really nice on you." When she said "thanks" he continued with "No, I mean it really fits you well...like everywhere...it just looks really great...I really mean that." I honestly think he was just trying to be nice and sincere but the girl was creeped out.So anyway earlier in the week there was some random dude that exposed himself to a couple of 6th grade girls about a mile away from the school. The police released the make/model/year of the car he was driving. No less than 3 people made a joke via email (to selected friends) like "Hey, I didn't know Mitch drives a Bronco?" Or "When did Mitch get a Bronco?" :lmao: You know you're the campus weirdo when that happens.
Uncle Mitch?
 
I work with this guy that is just a weirdo. We'll call him Mitch. 75% of the time he comes across as normal but he when he's off...he's way off. I almost think he's got some mild form of Asperger's. He's a nice guy but sometimes has a problem with personal space and not realizing when he's being inappropriate. He once told a younger female teacher "That dress looks really nice on you." When she said "thanks" he continued with "No, I mean it really fits you well...like everywhere...it just looks really great...I really mean that." I honestly think he was just trying to be nice and sincere but the girl was creeped out.So anyway earlier in the week there was some random dude that exposed himself to a couple of 6th grade girls about a mile away from the school. The police released the make/model/year of the car he was driving. No less than 3 people made a joke via email (to selected friends) like "Hey, I didn't know Mitch drives a Bronco?" Or "When did Mitch get a Bronco?" :lmao: You know you're the campus weirdo when that happens.
Uncle Mitch?
Could be.
 
Hi Tre -

When you say 'just put up a blog post' can you let me know what 'just put up a blog post' means?

TIA

Peace,

-G
G,First of all, thanks for writing me. Put up a blog post means that I added something new to my blog. In this case I rip on teh gopher football team (pretty standard) and then mention some of the new fall shows that I've watched. See link below.

Bye Week - Let's Watch Some TV

Yours in ever-loving Jesus Christ,

T
Whitney: Whitney Cummings, who I think is also a writer on 2 Broke Girls stars in this one. This is mostly about her long term relationship with her boyfriend from what I can tell. (HAHAHAHAHAHA!) The thing is though (HAHAHAHAHA!) there's this awful laugh track (HAHAHAHA!) that makes you want to remove your brain from your head with a spoon. (HAHAHAHAHA!) 1/10, 3.0 rating. Picked up for a full season.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

So true....this was arguably the worst 5 minutes of TV I've seen in my life. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 
I have the choice of (1) quitting immediately (stupid from a financial POV), (ii) looking for a new job and waiting it out until then (but then I'm essentially lying to the new lawyer I'm offering a job to), or © slacking until I get fired (pretty much impossible). None of these is a good choice.
Maybe so, but what are the drawbacks/benefits for each option?I was pretty much exactly in the same situation. My breakdown was:

1) Good: getting out of a horrible situation, challenge, better mental health Bad: financial reasons

2) Good: more financial security Bad: boredom, possibly selling a colleague on something that's not true

3) Good: better severance, financially a good situation Bad: incredible boredom, potential for hurting reputation.



I'm oversimplifying of course.

I made my decision by realizing I could always make more money later, or by alternate ways, so that shouldn't be a factor. Remove the money factor and it was an easy decision for me.
krista> not sure this is much help, but here's what happened with me:

Was promised partner in a boutique firm that makes an ungodly amount of money. When it got to be time to give me my share, they told me that not only was it not happening, but would never happen. They offered me a more than fair salary, but made it clear that I'd never get a cut, even though I'm the one that makes everything happen.

I did two things: first, I developed a ton of new clients with the intention of walking out the door with them. I arranged financial backing from some people I knew earlier in my career,and had it all set up to walk out January 1, 2009. On December 18, 2008 my ex wife hit me with a bogus restraining order, ended our marriage and destroyed any possibility of that happening. The separation/divorce pushed that timeline out 2 - 3 years. During that time the partners wised up and cut me off from all client development. As a result, I switched my mindset and work ethic to cruise control.

Unfortunately, I can't stand the way anyone else does things, so slowly I went back to leading everything. I'm now still not a partner, still a wage slave, but I'm running the firm, lead trial counsel, and have point on every one of our cases. They still don't let me meet with potential clients (although it happens from time to time). I'm now a year from being able to walk with at least half their clients, and working harder than ever.

If there's anything that I can tell you, it's that you can't just choose to become a "C" employee if that's not who you are. You'll still feel compelled to do the same quality work and work just as hard.
Thanks to both of you for the advice. Update from today: spoke to my boss who knew I was livid. We worked the current matter out to my satisfaction--in fact beyond my expectations. I can and have made the offer to the new employee with no concerns that I'm pulling a bait-and-switch. Essentially the issue had become that at the last minute, he indicated a dual reporting nature for this new role, reporting to both me and my arch-enemy. I don't think dual reporting works in any circumstances, and certainly not in the situation at hand. I also have talked the new person into accepting our job over another that is significantly more lucrative on the basis of her being able to work with my team, which is a big difference as my group is highly respected and valued and the other person's is not. Anyway, boss agreed that the person would report only to me, AND he dropped several broad, unmistakable hints that my enemy is not long for her job (this is not the first time he'd alluded to this). I believe him.

The fix on this issue doesn't solve the overall issue of being unhappy with my job, which is where y'all's good advice comes in. I'll likely start keeping my eyes much more open for other opportunities but won't settle for anything that's not pretty damn good. In this respect, my situation is similar to fish's before his ex screwed it up. I came to this company with a 3-4 year plan because the company will be having an IPO, currently targeted for next year. The IPO payday is a meaningful amount to me and would set us up well for my planned very early retirement. I am two years into the 3-4 year plan and things are very on-track in terms of the payday. It would be a shame to give up on it two years in, unless I just can't bear it anymore or an even better short-term prospect comes along. So I'm kind of where fish was in terms of that.

Anyway, kind of long, but I really appreciate the thoughts and advice.

 
Bobby, I love your attitude. I'm sure your mom is proud. I hope to be referred to as the awesome exwife someday. :thumbup:
Thanks and :lmao: Oh, and GB a parent who 1) prepays their funeral, and 2) takes care of a ton of the planning. Just got off the phone with the funeral home director, and they took care of most of the big stuff years ago.

Hoping folks are getting some good takeaways from all this regarding having a Living Will and do-it-yourself funeral arrangements and solid estate plannings. It's a real blessing to your loved ones who are grieving.
I was lucky that my dad had taken care of every little detail, down to every aspect of his funeral (from what songs were played in which order and by whom). I guess I know where I got my OCD, Type A crap from. :) You're particularly lucky that your mom had done this when this came so suddenly. It's an excellent reminder, one I need to follow up on, with respect to living wills in particular. Thanks for sharing that.
 
Early bedtime tonight so I can get up at 3AM. Fishing? Delivering newspapers? DVR broke for the Hill St Blues marathon? Nope. Younger son has to be at school by 3:45 AM tomorrow. Bus leaves at 0400 for Huntsville AL and a weekend at Space Camp.

 
'Notorious T.R.E. said:
witty replies by the best online miscreants I know...Bob Sacamano, Tanner Boyle, Truck, Shuke, Pickles, Krista, YSR, Fatguy, Boston Fred, Ferris, Frosty, Stu, Thorn, Gad, Kev, Charv, Jeep, Hack and if I missed anyone, please let me know.
:thumbdown:
GOT IT!
List me in front of Frosty and we should be done here. :coffee:
Mention me in your blog or twitter and it's done.
Man, just put up a blog post...
@TREtanic Trevor

Follow @smokingroaches. He's not all pot stuff, some of it is brownie and nuts. He'll follow you back and say everything you twit is great.
Now following @smokingroaches.
 
What the hell is wrong with some of you??? It is just now 6pm on the Left Coast and only 9pm on the Right...it is however 4am here in the mid-east district and I am fullX2. Thursday night here is a U.S. Friday night and Captain 100 tastes pretty damn golden. Is the drunk thread locked yet? Happy sailings y'all. Enjoy the weekend once it hits. 30 days until I get back to the States, can't come soon enough.

For my many followers, I resolved my earlier return conundrum. Shaven legs and a ride home from PDX won out.

edited because I can't figure out left and right.

edit#2 300 posts and most of them here...thanks for the home, you are a bunch of funny ####ers when things don't get too sad.

 
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What the hell is wrong with some of you??? It is just now 6pm on the Left Coast and only 9pm on the Right...it is however 4am here in the mid-east district and I am fullX2. Thursday night here is a U.S. Friday night and Captain 100 tastes pretty damn golden. Is the drunk thread locked yet? Happy sailings y'all. Enjoy the weekend once it hits. 30 days until I get back to the States, can't come soon enough.For my many followers, I resolved my earlier return conundrum. Shaven legs and a ride home from PDX won out.edited because I can't figure out left and right.edit#2 300 posts and most of them here...thanks for the home, you are a bunch of funny ####ers when things don't get too sad.
Life is sad and painful punctuated all too infrequently by moments of levity and joy. I'm just happy the thread has a higher ratio of the latter to the former than life does. Wow that came out much more morose than intended. I think someone roofed my pickleback with A barbituate.
 
What the hell is wrong with some of you??? It is just now 6pm on the Left Coast and only 9pm on the Right...it is however 4am here in the mid-east district and I am fullX2. Thursday night here is a U.S. Friday night and Captain 100 tastes pretty damn golden. Is the drunk thread locked yet? Happy sailings y'all. Enjoy the weekend once it hits. 30 days until I get back to the States, can't come soon enough.For my many followers, I resolved my earlier return conundrum. Shaven legs and a ride home from PDX won out.edited because I can't figure out left and right.edit#2 300 posts and most of them here...thanks for the home, you are a bunch of funny ####ers when things don't get too sad.
Pretty sure you don't need to shave your legs to get a ride home.
 
At different moments in life I can be stupid, I can be drunk or I can be horny. On nights when I am all 3 of those things, well, lets just say that bad things happen. And last night was one of those nights.

It started at work as I was stuck in meetings all day. I have a female co-worker (we'll call her Liz to protect the innocent, though she's not really that innocent) Liz works in another office in another town but she was in these meetings with me yesterday. Now, a couple years ago, Liz and I "fooled around" a little bit after the company X-mas party but nothing else ever happened after that which is good, she is about 10 years younger than me. We talk and email from time to time and occasionally text. Sometimes we're a little flirty, but nothing to wild. While in the meetings yesterday, she texts me and asks if I want to get a beer after the meeting, I say yes. At this point of the day I am only stupid and horny. So we get out somewhat early around 4. We hit a bar and have a few beers. She says she has to get home and do an online test for some class she's taking. She asks me to go with her to help her with the test and then we can go out for another beer. Since I'm already stupid and horny and now on the verge of being drunk, I happily agree to go to her place.

Now, let me just say that I am usually totally against any work-place romance or hook ups. Nothing good can come from them. However, last night I was stupid and horny and beginning to get drunk. So I then decided that the work-place romance/hook up would actually be a good thing, sort of like a team-building activity. After about 5 minutes of looking at her online test, we said screw it and went to a bar. It was literally down the street from her apartment and we walked there. Seemed like a dirty little hole in the wall bar where only "regulars" went to. After a few beers and a couple shots, Liz was very drunk and very touchy-feely with me. And by "touchy-feely" I mean she kept grabbing my junk. Now Liz isn't a knockout or anything (definitely not Amanda H.) but she's fairly cute and may appear to be a little chubby. I was now stupid, horny and drunk. Liz could have looked like SLB and I give it a go. So while she stumbles to the ladies room (she tripped and fell twice) I decided to hangout with the "regulars" at the other end of the bar. I don't think they liked me at first since I was still dressed up from work. However, after telling them a dirty joke and buying a round of shots, they seemed to love me. Strangely enough, they were discussing Greek mythology and one of them referenced "Simpson" the guy who had all of his strength from his hair. Another guy interrupted him and said "I think you mean Sampson", then I interjected and said "I believe the man you are referring to with the hair is named Kevzilla". This then started a debate about Godzilla and Hercules. I really liked those guys.

Drunk Liz then came stumbling out of the ladies room and immediately began grabbing my crotch again. She began whispering things in my ear that made no sense at all, but I didn't really care. But then she pulled me close and whispered the following: "I want you to put your big manly parts in my little girly parts" (I smiled and thought of Homer) So we walk back to her place and before we go inside, she jumps in my car and wants to go get food. I told her no. So then we just started fooling around in the car. I kept telling her that we should go inside, but she refused and kept referring to herself as "baby" and kept saying "baby wants to stay in the car, vroom... vrooom..... vrooom... baby wants to go vroooom... vroom". She began biting my earlobe, like really biting it very roughly, to the point that it was more painful than pleasureable. Then she suddenly stopped and decided we should go inside now. She opened the car door and promptly fell out. She got up, swore at the car door and then looked at me and said "c'mon Baby, we're going in." Apparently now I was "Baby". So I said "vrooom...vroooooooom" and we went inside.

When she took her shoes off, I realized just how short she was. I'm guessing she's 4 foot 10 or maybe 4 foot 11 if she's lucky. She really seemed kinda midget-ish to me. Since I was stupid, drunk and horny, I found the "midget-ish-ness" to be intriguing. Now I am absolutely not tall at all, but next her I felt like I was Abraham Lincoln without the top hat. So we started really fooling around in the kitchen. I noticed the window over her sink was wide open and there was another apartment directly across from it, maybe 10 feet away. I wondered if anyone in that apartment was watching me and my drunk munchkin going at it. With her being midget-ish and me being kinda short, I figured if anyone was watching us at that exact moment, it must have looked like Spud Webb trying to box out John Stockton.

We moved into the bedroom and I found it cute how she seemed to burp just as much as she moaned. After we finished, I was completely exhausted and ready to pass out. Not my little munchkin though. She wanted to wrestle and attempted several times to put me in a figure-4 leg lock. Finally she settled down and seemed to fall asleep as she began snoring. I started to drift off to sleep only to be awakened by her pinching my nipple and biting my arm. She explained that they were love bites and she was ready for round 2. I knew I was not capable of round 2 and tried to hint that to her. But there was no stopping her. She was all over me, but I was literally spent and had nothing to contribute, knowing that I only had a few short hours to get some sleep before going to work. But she persisted and began slowing nibbling on my ear which then led to her biting my ear. I mean really biting and pulling it like she wanted to rip my ear off. She was like a pit bull gnawing on my ear like it was steak. I finally yelled out "QUIT IT" (totally sounded like Bobby Brady telling Peter Brady to stop picking on him) She asked why and I said "because it's starting to feel like your Mike Tyson and I'm a Miss America contestant" and she replied, "oh so you like it rough, ok, slap me in the face". I was confused, scared and starting to sober up and realize what a bad decision this night was. I convinced her to let me go use the bathroom and I literally hid out in there for about 20 minutes contemplating how I could escape from her apartment. I was too tired to do anything so I finally go back to the bedroom and she's totally passed out. I quietly got into bed and went to sleep, though I was worried at the thought of her possibly waking up and doing God knows what to my sleeping body.

We wake up and my only goal was to get out of dodge. She insisted on me staying in bed with her for awhile. I told her no and that I had to get home and get ready for work. She was ok with that and said how she had to get ready for work as well. So I got dressed and noticed I have several bite marks and bruises on my body. I'm wondering if they can perform a rape kit on a male? Maybe I should get checked out? Anyways, I got in my car and it had the worst smell ever. Like a dead skunk got set on fire and someone put out the fire with Moose urine. I have no idea what that's all about, but the stench is still there and seems to be getting stronger as the day goes on. So as I drive home with the windows open in the pouring rain,the crazy stalking begins. In all the time I've known her, she has never called my cell phone, we've texted here and there but never called. Within 10 minutes of me leaving, she called me. I didn't answer and figured I'd tell her I didn't have service when she called. She left a voicemail saying how fun the night was and we should do it again, but not mention it to anyone at work. She sent me 14 texts throughout the day today. A lot were just "wow, what a hangover today, what about you?" and stuff like that. But I will share with you a couple of crazy texts she sent:

"Hey, you farted in your sleep last night and you know what? I kinda liked the smell. Is that weird?"

"You left your T-shirt here. It smells like you, I think I'm gonna wear it to bed tonight."

"Instead of being at work, I wish I was still in bed canoodeling with you."

I think I'm gonna need Homer to come to New England do his "Aaron Rudnicki" shtick on this girl. Her last 2 texts were asking what I was doing tonight. You have no idea how badly I wish I would've stayed home, drank alone and posted in the drunk thread before making some chicken and catching a jerk to Cathouse.

Fish: Let me know if you and your bat-crazy chick wanna double date with me and the sexual munchkin deviant.

 

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