GM's thread about nothing (15 Viewers)

[Lieutenant Dan]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

 

[Samuel L Bronkowitz]

Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door.

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

A good friend of mine went through a spurt of fainting unexpectedly and they connected it to high blood pressure. Be careful with it.

Just got a call from her. She went to the doctor today and everything checked up ok. Although, since she has historically been on the low end of good blood pressure, her doctor ordered her for an echocardiogram later this week just to make sure that it isn't a sign of something more.Otherwise, he didn't feel that her symptoms immediately before or after were of any major concern right now.

 

[BobbyLayne]

Gerald R Ford International (Grand Rapids)

Free wi-fi (not as surprising as it once was, but still, don't really take it for granted).

A/C power available (very surprising, and much appreciated, battery is about kaput).

Adirondack style glider-rocker beach chair (totally surprising, and comfortable).

Did my self check-in and printed boarding passes, but still haven't gone through TSA. It's about 50 fee away, but I don't want to leave the glider-rocker (their are vultures waiting to swoop in every time you so much as stretch).

5:49 p.m. flight. Gate is 100 yards away. Debating how long I should cling to this beach chair.

 

[Tecumseh]

So my 9yr old daughter made it to the sectionals round of the NFL PPK, which was held today. We have had very little time to practice this week, so we basically had to cram in a session this morning, and that was about it. She has been completely unable to get any elevation when kicking off the tee, and always ended up squibbing it. You only get credit for distance traveled through the air, and accuracy, so I told her to just do her best on punting and passing, and hopefully those would be enough to carry her kickoff number.So we get to the sectionals and there are 7 girls in her age group. She is the 5th to go. I did some unscientific measuring of the total yardage of the girls in front of her. The first 3 didn't do anything extraordinary, and had totals of 31yds, 31 yds, and 28 yds. The 4th girl absolutely crushed her punt, and had good kickoff and passing numbers, and jumped out to 57 yards.Ella was up next. She started off with a 14 yard punt, which is less than she is capable of, and a 13 yard pass, which is also 4-5 yards shorter than I've seen her throw. So she's sitting at 27 yards, and I figure she'll be lucky to get the 4 yards necessary on her kickoff to slip into second place.She tees up the ball, takes a few steps back, and absolutely destroys a 25yd kickoff. People who had no rooting interest and had been silent were cheering. At the end of the day, she wound up solidly in second place, with the official difference being about 7 total yards. She was very happy, and has a very outside chance of attending and competing at a Falcons game (only if the 1st place winner can't go, and then only if her number stands up against the winners in the other sectionals). But I am VERY proud of my girl. She kicked the crap out of that ball.

How do you think she'll match up against the 9-year old Sikh kid with the beard and the turban he can't fit under the helmet?

What?!?

 

[huskers15]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

 

[Thorn]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

He wasn't?

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

He wasn't?

Now that I think about it...

 

[General Malaise]

Bullies really piss me off. The parents of bullies really need to step-up and curb their childrens' behavior. As much as I hate the thought of my children being bullied, it would kill me if I learned they were bullying another child. So we have the conversation quite a bit at the dinner table and they have been encouraged to not only avoid the bully mentality, but stand up for other kids who might be suffering from it.

We had an issue with a school bully on the bus last year. He was picking on my youngest son, despite being 3 years older. Poor Cooper looked at us and said "I'm nice to everybody, why is this kid so mean to me" before breaking down in tears. Every ounce of me wanted to knock on his door and take his dad outside, but I knew that was irrational and stupid cave-man mentality.

But as upset as I was, my wife (boys's step-mom) was livid and had the school principal involved the next day. The boy had done this before, so he was called into the office and was dealt with by the principal who has a very firm 'no bully' policy. Good for him.

 

[scoobygang]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

 

[cosjobs]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

He wasn't?

Now that I think about it...

Richard Vernon:That's the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make melook bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a yearand I have a home and I'm not about to throw it all away on some punklike you. But someday when you're outta here and you've forgotten allabout this place and they've forgotten all about you, and you'rewrapped up in your own pathetic life, I'm gonna be there. That'sright. And I'm gonna kick the living #### out of you. I'm gonna knockyour **** in the dirt. Bender: Youthreatening me?

Richard Vernon:What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone's gonna believe you?You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man ofrespect around here. They love me around here. I'm a swell guy.You're a lying sack of #### and everybody knows it. Oh, you're atough guy. Hey c'mon. Get on your feet pal. Let's find out how toughyou are. I wanna know right now how tough you are.

[offers Bender hischin]

Richard Vernon:Just take the first shot. I'm begging you, take a shot. Just one hit.Come on, that's all I need, just one swing...

[bender pauses,staring]

Richard Vernon:That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

 

[Limp Ditka]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

Double edged sword. I've asked my son (11) many times who the bullies are at school and he always answers with no one. Part of me says 'thank goodness', another part of me says 'what kind of school am I sending you to without bullies?'

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

The problem is that you're asking kids to solve very complex problems that they aren't emotionally or intellectually equipped (for the most part) to solve. For every kid like you that somehow figured out how to get through it there have to be 5 or 10 more that can't do it. I'm not completely sold on these anti-bullying programs. I just don't think there is a pat answer. But I also don't think we want to get all Darwinian here when it comes to innocent little kids.

 

[cosjobs]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

Double edged sword. I've asked my son (11) many times who the bullies are at school and he always answers with no one. Part of me says 'thank goodness', another part of me says 'what kind of school am I sending you to without bullies?'

If you can't pick out the bully in the classroom...

 

[Lieutenant Dan]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

He wasn't?

Now that I think about it...

Richard Vernon:That's the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make melook bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a yearand I have a home and I'm not about to throw it all away on some punklike you. But someday when you're outta here and you've forgotten allabout this place and they've forgotten all about you, and you'rewrapped up in your own pathetic life, I'm gonna be there. That'sright. And I'm gonna kick the living #### out of you. I'm gonna knockyour **** in the dirt. Bender: Youthreatening me?

Richard Vernon:What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone's gonna believe you?You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man ofrespect around here. They love me around here. I'm a swell guy.You're a lying sack of #### and everybody knows it. Oh, you're atough guy. Hey c'mon. Get on your feet pal. Let's find out how toughyou are. I wanna know right now how tough you are.

[offers Bender hischin]

Richard Vernon:Just take the first shot. I'm begging you, take a shot. Just one hit.Come on, that's all I need, just one swing...

[bender pauses,staring]

Richard Vernon:That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

nice backtracking.

 

[Guster]

Was just at the grocery store and overheard a mom talking about her ~13 year old daughter (who was with her): "oh she's strong, she eats a lot of cheese."

To her credit, the daughter did look like she eats a lot of cheese

 

[Idiot Boxer]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

Being 4'10" entering into 9th grade, I was bullied a good bit. I fought back a number of times (and never really got in trouble for it, the teachers never seemed to hold the 4'10" kid responsible for the skirmish), but then it became the impetus for me developing my sense of humor. Sometimes to diffuse, sometimes to ridicule the bully, sometimes self-deprecating...but always for a good laugh. So I guess I owe the neanderthal with the overgrown pituitary gland who thought his excess fat was muscle a debt of gratitude.

 

[Limp Ditka]

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

Double edged sword. I've asked my son (11) many times who the bullies are at school and he always answers with no one. Part of me says 'thank goodness', another part of me says 'what kind of school am I sending you to without bullies?'

If you can't pick out the bully in the classroom...

Simply not in his demeanor. And there are some kids in his class that are huge targets. Yet every parent I talk to, including the parents of the kids that I would consider the targets, say there really isn't a bully in the class and they've had no problems. Don't get me wrong, there's been a fight or two along the way, but nothing long term where one kid is constantly picked on.The biggest problem kid was just shown the door last week, but from what I've heard, for each instance there was with this kid having a problem with another kid, he had like 5 confrontations with teachers and that's what led to his expulsion.

 

[Leeroy Jenkins]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

Same here. I am also very confused by the proper movie quote.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Did you ever see the episode of Louie with the bully? It was a pretty fascinating episode of television. I won't give anything away, in case someone wants to track it down.

I've never seen a episode of Louie. Guess I should check it out?

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

nice

:( Poor little guy.

He's such a gentle kid that it seemed to me that the insanity that runs in my family skipped right over him. Dylan, not so much.

Any kid that picks on another kid is a creep but a kid that picks on a kid like Cal just needs his ### whipped.

Mrs. SLB immediately said she didn't like the kid the day we met him. So we know she has some good judgement.

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

Yes, and also sharing it with you as his Dad. A lot of boys wouldn't have revealed that - I wouldn't have. It speaks well for his level of trust in you, GBSLB.

Thanks GB.

 

[scoobygang]

The problem is that you're asking kids to solve very complex problems that they aren't emotionally or intellectually equipped (for the most part) to solve. For every kid like you that somehow figured out how to get through it there have to be 5 or 10 more that can't do it. I'm not completely sold on these anti-bullying programs. I just don't think there is a pat answer. But I also don't think we want to get all Darwinian here when it comes to innocent little kids.

Yeah, I think that's a chicken/egg thing. I get that it's torture for some kids. For the worst off in my middle school, every day must have been hell. And I sure as hell wasn't standing up for him. Neither was anyone else.But I'd say that most kids actually do learn how to get through it (while the poor kids who don't have the target put on their backs). I just wonder if by trying to solve these issues with parents and teachers at too early a point, we don't create more kids like the kids who didn't figure it out. Because it's not always self-evident. I imagine that most kids who were constant targets in my day would show up somewhere on the autism/Asberger's spectrum today. It might be more sucessful to teach those kids how to fake it. Social interaction doesn't come naturally to me, and I wonder if I might be even more messed up if I hadn't needed to learn enough to get by.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door.

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

A good friend of mine went through a spurt of fainting unexpectedly and they connected it to high blood pressure. Be careful with it.

Just got a call from her. She went to the doctor today and everything checked up ok. Although, since she has historically been on the low end of good blood pressure, her doctor ordered her for an echocardiogram later this week just to make sure that it isn't a sign of something more.Otherwise, he didn't feel that her symptoms immediately before or after were of any major concern right now.

Good to hear.

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

I agree for the most part but if something else happens to my 4.5 yo at the hands of a 10.5 yo, I'm going to be having a little talk with this kid's dad that he won't forget.

 

[cosjobs]

I'm thinking of starting some sort of covert group of adults that seriously ####s with these d-bags who pick on kids that are younger/smaller than them. Take them and drop them off out in the woods, plant cocaine in their houses, stick them with needles full of viruses, real black ops type of ####.

About 6 or 7 years ago when my oldest son was a 7th grader at my school I saw him sitting up in the office. I asked him what was going on and he told me that this one particular kid was giving him a hard time. My son said that he knew he was getting really mad so he decided to go to the office to "cool down". I guess this other kid, Jordan, kept saying things to my son in order to piss him off. My boy had a history of getting emotional at times and this Jordan punk figured he could provoke him into doing something stupid. So later in the day I see this Jordan kid waiting to in line to go into the class next to mine and I pulled him aside where nobody else could hear (but people could see). I asked him why he was giving my kid crap. He tried to tell me that he wasn't and/or he was just joking. I told him to just shut up. I also told him "You're lying and you're a jerk. You're also not very smart since I'm a teacher at this school. You've got a 50/50 chance of having me as a teacher next year and I have a very long memory. If I hear that you're picking on ANY kid in ANY way your next year and a half at this school is going to really suck."

The kid looked like he was going to crap himself. I don't think he expected me to basically threaten him. Of course he could have gone home and told his parents but I was ready to go with the Richard Vernon approach:

What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you?

You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of

respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're

a lying sack of ####! And everybody knows it.

That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

And he was.

I thought he was calling you a gutless turd for intimidating the kid.

He wasn't?

Now that I think about it...

Richard Vernon:That's the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make melook bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a yearand I have a home and I'm not about to throw it all away on some punklike you. But someday when you're outta here and you've forgotten allabout this place and they've forgotten all about you, and you'rewrapped up in your own pathetic life, I'm gonna be there. That'sright. And I'm gonna kick the living #### out of you. I'm gonna knockyour **** in the dirt. Bender: Youthreatening me?

Richard Vernon:What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone's gonna believe you?You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man ofrespect around here. They love me around here. I'm a swell guy.You're a lying sack of #### and everybody knows it. Oh, you're atough guy. Hey c'mon. Get on your feet pal. Let's find out how toughyou are. I wanna know right now how tough you are.

[offers Bender hischin]

Richard Vernon:Just take the first shot. I'm begging you, take a shot. Just one hit.Come on, that's all I need, just one swing...

[bender pauses,staring]

Richard Vernon:That's what I thought. You're a gutless turd.

nice backtracking.

Hey I don't want Officer Pete cornering me in the hallway when I'm already late for 3rd period.

 

[Gadzooks]

Cold weather is on the way

 

[Drifter]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door.

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

A good friend of mine went through a spurt of fainting unexpectedly and they connected it to high blood pressure. Be careful with it.

Just got a call from her. She went to the doctor today and everything checked up ok. Although, since she has historically been on the low end of good blood pressure, her doctor ordered her for an echocardiogram later this week just to make sure that it isn't a sign of something more.Otherwise, he didn't feel that her symptoms immediately before or after were of any major concern right now.

Good to hear.

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

I agree for the most part but if something else happens to my 4.5 yo at the hands of a 10.5 yo, I'm going to be having a little talk with this kid's dad that he won't forget.

Had my fair share of bullying when I was a kid, and as angry as I would be if I had an experience with my kid like what you had with Cal, I still would argue that approaching the other kid's dad in any kind of threatening way is ridiculous. Nothing but respect here, SLB, because I know you're a good guy and a great dad and if the guy ends up being a tool, that one's thing, but if your first tactic is to bully the bullyer's father it just makes you a hypocrite.

 

[Gadzooks]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

YES!!!! #marvalbert

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door.

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

A good friend of mine went through a spurt of fainting unexpectedly and they connected it to high blood pressure. Be careful with it.

Just got a call from her. She went to the doctor today and everything checked up ok. Although, since she has historically been on the low end of good blood pressure, her doctor ordered her for an echocardiogram later this week just to make sure that it isn't a sign of something more.Otherwise, he didn't feel that her symptoms immediately before or after were of any major concern right now.

Good to hear.

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

I agree for the most part but if something else happens to my 4.5 yo at the hands of a 10.5 yo, I'm going to be having a little talk with this kid's dad that he won't forget.

Had my fair share of bullying when I was a kid, and as angry as I would be if I had an experience with my kid like what you had with Cal, I still would argue that approaching the other kid's dad in any kind of threatening way is ridiculous. Nothing but respect here, SLB, because I know you're a good guy and a great dad and if the guy ends up being a tool, that one's thing, but if your first tactic is to bully the bullyer's father it just makes you a hypocrite.

Not really. "Hey that cop just put that guy in handcuffs because the guy kidnapped someone. What a hypocrite!"

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Effin Zooks. During an intimate moment this weekend all I could think of was Spud Webb trying to box out Bill Walton. I hate you.

Scary moment for the wife and I today. We spent Friday night in Madison at some friends house because we were heading to the Badger game exhibition today. She got up around 8am to go to the bathroom. I was still half asleep at this point but then heard a loud moan/sigh type noise (can't really explain it) and then a loud BOOM like someone dropped a bowling ball off a balcony onto a picnic table. Turns out she got off the toilet and started seeing white spots. She thought to herself "I better go back to the room and lay down" but it was too late. She fainted as she was reaching for the door and went head first into the corner of the bathroom between the door and the cabinet.

I jumped out of bed and didn't get the sheet completely off my left foot, lost my own balance and went head first into the bedroom door.

I didn't lose consciousness, but it hurt like a Mo Fo

I ran out to see what happened. Couldn't find her but then saw the bathroom door was still closed. I couldn't open it so I started knocking. I heard her sort of shuffling around and I'm freaking out. "Are you ok? Can you open the door? What's going on? Talk to me hon!"

She was babbling a bit and we finally got the door open after what seemed like an hour but was really like 5 seconds. She's laying on the ground and said she fainted. I"m no EMT so if I did the wrong thing here, I'll take the heat. But I felt her head, took her pulse and then went to get a cold washcloth and a glass of water. The bathroom floor was cool so she said she just wanted to lay there. I sat with her for a few minutes until she felt ok to sit up. Once she sat up, I went to get her a banana. In a totally non sexual way she hammered that thing down like Kobayashi. That seemed to help and I got her upon her feet after a few more minutes. I walked her back to the bedroom to lay down. Meanwhile the residents of the house were just kinda walking by saying "So, how's it going?" expecting that she was drunk from the night before or something. Kinda upset about that, but I digress.....

We laid in bed for a bit more as I got her more water and tried to make sure she was ok. Then out of nowhere, she says "Is it 9 yet? We gotta get moving! Game is at 11 and there's a bloody and a beer with my name on it!" She was up and at it :snap:

I love my wife!

PS She's ok. She's going to the doctor next week to make sure nothing is wrong. Her face is ok, in fact apparently her knee took the brunt of her body weight and that is what hurts right now. She didn't actually drink before the game aside from 1 beer after some more water and some food. She's sleeping now but seemed fine/in good spirits throughout the day.

A good friend of mine went through a spurt of fainting unexpectedly and they connected it to high blood pressure. Be careful with it.

Just got a call from her. She went to the doctor today and everything checked up ok. Although, since she has historically been on the low end of good blood pressure, her doctor ordered her for an echocardiogram later this week just to make sure that it isn't a sign of something more.Otherwise, he didn't feel that her symptoms immediately before or after were of any major concern right now.

Good to hear.

Obviously, I hate bullies. But I wonder if perhaps we do kids a disservice by not expecting them to solve these problems themselves. I don't mean physically, per se. But when I was bullied (not infrequent, considering I was a fat kid) I learned how to keep my head down and how to defend myself if completely necessary. Part of it was blunted by having an older brother who could stand up for me, but I wonder if all the anti-bullying campaigns don't just make kids more susceptible to bullies. Kind of the antiseptic wipes of social science.

I agree for the most part but if something else happens to my 4.5 yo at the hands of a 10.5 yo, I'm going to be having a little talk with this kid's dad that he won't forget.

Had my fair share of bullying when I was a kid, and as angry as I would be if I had an experience with my kid like what you had with Cal, I still would argue that approaching the other kid's dad in any kind of threatening way is ridiculous. Nothing but respect here, SLB, because I know you're a good guy and a great dad and if the guy ends up being a tool, that one's thing, but if your first tactic is to bully the bullyer's father it just makes you a hypocrite.

Not really. "Hey that cop just put that guy in handcuffs because the guy kidnapped someone. What a hypocrite!"

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

 

[El Floppo]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

Not me. My pimp-hand was strong.

 

[-fish-]

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

 

[Tecumseh]

Cold weather is on the way

Still lament that my Walken alias was permabanned.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

 

[-fish-]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

good enough. make sure you leave her unsatisfied, out of spite.

 

[cosjobs]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

good enough. make sure you leave her unsatisfied, out of spite habit

 

[St. Louis Bob]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

good enough. make sure you leave her unsatisfied, out of spite.

Yeah, spite.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

good enough. make sure you leave her unsatisfied, out of spite.

Yeah, spite.

 

[General Malaise]

For any of you entertaining the idea of traveling to Eugene, OR to watch the Ducks play or perhaps pay a visit to the UofO for your teenage son or daughters, I highly encourage you NOT to stay at the Value Inn on 99W. Even if you Priceline it for $0.38 and win the bid, do not stay here. For starters, they lost my friend's reservation through a booking error, so to compensate him, the kind Indian fellow offered us a free upgrade to the Jacuzzi Room, which usually comes with a $40 upgrade fee.

As we drove around the building and looked for a spot where his car might actually survive the night absent a break-in, I had a sick feeling that the Jacuzzi Room would, in actuality, be the 'lovers nest' room for rich John's looking to spend that extra buck with a toothless crack hooooor. And sure enough, when we keyed our way into the joint, what do you think awaited us? This. For those struggling with the graphic, that is ONE twin sized bed with purple & lime-green swirled bedding, a gold colored metal headboard and some sort of mis-matched fabric that I'm sure has seen more murders than a Memphis street corner. There wasn't even enough room on the floor to blow-up an air mattress, which my buddy brought a long just in case there was only one bed.

And the Jacuzzi? I would rather take a swim in the Ganges River on laundry day than put my naked body in that thing. For some reason, there was a hose attached to it along with hand-written instructions in giant black marker next to it. We sprinted back to the office and begged for a room with two beds, but it was not meant to be. Best he could do was give us a room with a king sized bed, so we settled for that with an agreement that we'd build a pillow-wall to keep us safe from catching teh homosexuals.

We both reasoned that it was better than a DUI or jail and with that, began drinking like Alaska fishermen. Game was fun. My god does Arizona State have some attractive coeds. We almost got in a fight with a super drunk college kid who pushed my CFO’s son (he’s going to law school there and we agreed to buy him some beers and food, so he tagged along with us; neat kid) and then kicked my heel from behind as I walked in front of him because I told him he was drunk and needed to walk away from us. My buddy I went down there with is 6'2" and sounds like Sam Elliott on steroids when he gets mad, so he turned around and scared the crap out of this kid after he clipped me. Fortunately, his friends pulled him back and we avoided a melee.

Also, Jameson and black coffee is a fine treat at a football game when the weather is a little chilly.

 

[-fish-]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

I was kicked out of public school in first grade. Um, no.

Hello, exactly. I appreciate the thought & compliment Drifter but a 5th grader giving my pre-schooler a bloody nose & beating on my 2nd grader deserves some pretty strong words and rigorous sex with his wife.

Gonna need pics here to decide if I agree.

I don't think I've ever seen her but most of the broads in the new hood are pretty hot so I'm just playing the odds here.

good enough. make sure you leave her unsatisfied, out of spite.

Yeah, spite.

I was trying to be on your side, GB--unlike Cos who just couldn't resist taking the easy shot.

 

[dharmapunk]

My 11 year old is currently serving a one-day out of school suspension for cold-cocking a kid that I have come to find out has been bullying my son for the past year and a half. Was angry at first when I found out about this on Friday, but the more I find out about it, the more I'm glad my boy got a couple of really good shots in on this ####### punk.

He and the other bully, taking their cue from "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" created a game called the "IBJr. Touch". If IBJr. touched you or you touched him, no one would talk to you until you passed it on. About 1/2 of the weak minded 5th graders played along (to their credit, IBJr's friends did not abandon him and refused to participate). The teachers claim to have had no knowledge of this going on.

My son blindsided this kid when he attempted to taunt him further in art class and slammed his head into the desk, cutting his lip.

Good for him.

I had a situation with Cal last week. Thursday he came home from school and he showed me he had a pocket full of rocks " in case anybody tried to beat him up". I pressed him about it and he quickly changed the subject. Then on Friday after school he was outside playing and he came home really pissed off, actually enraged which in my family looks like this , be cause three boys were pushing him around and throwing stuff at him. Oh yeah and they were all THREE YEARS OLDER than him. I told him to come inside but he hopped on his bike and took off towards the house they were at and said "no, I'm kicking their butts". He returned about 20 minutes later still . I got down on one knee, looked him in the eye and asked him if he was alright. He replied "I got them back.". Then he threw his arms around me and whispered in my ear "they really hurt me daddy" and started bawling. I'

Damn

Yea. Damn. This is the kind of stuff I don't look forward to in a few years.

 

[General Malaise]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

Let's see here...Strange name? Check.

White hair, pale skin thus the inevitable and terrible 'albino' tauntings? Check.

Poorest kid in the richest school in Texas? Check.

Wore a speedo, goggles and a swim cap that made me look like a human dildo? Check.

Didn't hit puberty until I turned 17? Check.

Dorky first car (Chevy Citation)? Check.

All in all, I'd say I turned out okay, but it wasn't always easy and there were many days spent alone hiding some tears from my parents. I had just enough friends to navigate the waters fine, until most of them turned their backs on me and I had to find new friends in high school. I couldn't wait to go to college, but there was no way in hell I was going to UT or A&M or Baylor or Tech or SMU or Rice (well, Rice would have just laughed at me) with everybody else from my high school, so I showed them. I went to my own college in a far away state where nobody else would even think about going. I showed them alright. I up and ditched them for Mississippi. YEAH!

 

[St. Louis Bob]

So were all of you nerds bullied as kids?

Let's see here...Strange name? Check.

White hair, pale skin thus the inevitable and terrible 'albino' tauntings? Check.

Poorest kid in the richest school in Texas? Check.

Wore a speedo, goggles and a swim cap that made me look like a human dildo? Check.

Didn't hit puberty until I turned 17? Check.

Dorky first car (Chevy Citation)? Check.

All in all, I'd say I turned out okay, but it wasn't always easy and there were many days spent alone hiding some tears from my parents. I had just enough friends to navigate the waters fine, until most of them turned their backs on me and I had to find new friends in high school. I couldn't wait to go to college, but there was no way in hell I was going to UT or A&M or Baylor or Tech or SMU or Rice (well, Rice would have just laughed at me) with everybody else from my high school, so I showed them. I went to my own college in a far away state where nobody else would even think about going. I showed them alright. I up and ditched them for Mississippi. YEAH!

Jesus, that sucks GB :(

 

[dharmapunk]

Oh and for the record, I have never ever had phone sex with Homer. Homer, your number still the same?

The serial number on the ankle bracelet?

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Oh and for the record, I have never ever had phone sex with Homer. Homer, your number still the same?

The serial number on the ankle bracelet?

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

For any of you entertaining the idea of traveling to Eugene, OR to watch the Ducks play or perhaps pay a visit to the UofO for your teenage son or daughters, I highly encourage you NOT to stay at the Value Inn on 99W. Even if you Priceline it for $0.38 and win the bid, do not stay here. For starters, they lost my friend's reservation through a booking error, so to compensate him, the kind Indian fellow offered us a free upgrade to the Jacuzzi Room, which usually comes with a $40 upgrade fee.

As we drove around the building and looked for a spot where his car might actually survive the night absent a break-in, I had a sick feeling that the Jacuzzi Room would, in actuality, be the 'lovers nest' room for rich John's looking to spend that extra buck with a toothless crack hooooor. And sure enough, when we keyed our way into the joint, what do you think awaited us? This. For those struggling with the graphic, that is ONE twin sized bed with purple & lime-green swirled bedding, a gold colored metal headboard and some sort of mis-matched fabric that I'm sure has seen more murders than a Memphis street corner. There wasn't even enough room on the floor to blow-up an air mattress, which my buddy brought a long just in case there was only one bed.

And the Jacuzzi? I would rather take a swim in the Ganges River on laundry day than put my naked body in that thing. For some reason, there was a hose attached to it along with hand-written instructions in giant black marker next to it. We sprinted back to the office and begged for a room with two beds, but it was not meant to be. Best he could do was give us a room with a king sized bed, so we settled for that with an agreement that we'd build a pillow-wall to keep us safe from catching teh homosexuals.

We both reasoned that it was better than a DUI or jail and with that, began drinking like Alaska fishermen. Game was fun. My god does Arizona State have some attractive coeds. We almost got in a fight with a super drunk college kid who pushed my CFO’s son (he’s going to law school there and we agreed to buy him some beers and food, so he tagged along with us; neat kid) and then kicked my heel from behind as I walked in front of him because I told him he was drunk and needed to walk away from us. My buddy I went down there with is 6'2" and sounds like Sam Elliott on steroids when he gets mad, so he turned around and scared the crap out of this kid after he clipped me. Fortunately, his friends pulled him back and we avoided a melee.

Also, Jameson and black coffee is a fine treat at a football game when the weather is a little chilly.

That room looked cozy.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

FTR I didn't sprout a pube until I was almost 16 and my first car was also a Citation. The fold down back seat and hatchback were .

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Wore a speedo, goggles and a swim cap that made me look like a human dildo? Check.

Please tell me you were on some sort of swim team.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

For any of you entertaining the idea of traveling to Eugene, OR to watch the Ducks play or perhaps pay a visit to the UofO for your teenage son or daughters, I highly encourage you NOT to stay at the Value Inn on 99W. Even if you Priceline it for $0.38 and win the bid, do not stay here. For starters, they lost my friend's reservation through a booking error, so to compensate him, the kind Indian fellow offered us a free upgrade to the Jacuzzi Room, which usually comes with a $40 upgrade fee.

As we drove around the building and looked for a spot where his car might actually survive the night absent a break-in, I had a sick feeling that the Jacuzzi Room would, in actuality, be the 'lovers nest' room for rich John's looking to spend that extra buck with a toothless crack hooooor. And sure enough, when we keyed our way into the joint, what do you think awaited us? This. For those struggling with the graphic, that is ONE twin sized bed with purple & lime-green swirled bedding, a gold colored metal headboard and some sort of mis-matched fabric that I'm sure has seen more murders than a Memphis street corner. There wasn't even enough room on the floor to blow-up an air mattress, which my buddy brought a long just in case there was only one bed.

And the Jacuzzi? I would rather take a swim in the Ganges River on laundry day than put my naked body in that thing. For some reason, there was a hose attached to it along with hand-written instructions in giant black marker next to it. We sprinted back to the office and begged for a room with two beds, but it was not meant to be. Best he could do was give us a room with a king sized bed, so we settled for that with an agreement that we'd build a pillow-wall to keep us safe from catching teh homosexuals.

We both reasoned that it was better than a DUI or jail and with that, began drinking like Alaska fishermen. Game was fun. My god does Arizona State have some attractive coeds. We almost got in a fight with a super drunk college kid who pushed my CFO’s son (he’s going to law school there and we agreed to buy him some beers and food, so he tagged along with us; neat kid) and then kicked my heel from behind as I walked in front of him because I told him he was drunk and needed to walk away from us. My buddy I went down there with is 6'2" and sounds like Sam Elliott on steroids when he gets mad, so he turned around and scared the crap out of this kid after he clipped me. Fortunately, his friends pulled him back and we avoided a melee.

Also, Jameson and black coffee is a fine treat at a football game when the weather is a little chilly.

Oh holy hell

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Very leading Family Feud question. This goes EXACTLY where you think it would go.

 

[Good Posting Judge]

Very leading Family Feud question. This goes EXACTLY where you think it would go.

#### Steve Harvey.

 

[mr. furley]

Very leading Family Feud question. This goes EXACTLY where you think it would go.

oh yes she didwow