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when you guys make crockpot chicken while in front of a computer with a front facing camera...you cover up the camera with something, right?

 
If you're not going with just the moustache, can you really say you're doing this whole Movember thing? I mean, anyone can get away with a beard.
I have to wait until Monday to go straight stache. This has been covered.
Why don't you refresh my memory. And get that avatar back up while you're at it.
I think the avatar was jesusguy'd.I'm going hunting this weekend up near International Falls, MN and I want to keep my wittle face warm.

 
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when you guys make crockpot chicken while in front of a computer with a front facing camera...you cover up the camera with something, right?
Speaking of which.... my 21 year old cousin and her teammates on the "dance team" at Albany State just shared their photos from their Halloween parties on facebook. I make sure that I never look at my cousin, but the outfits her friends were wearing.... sweet jebus. I think I'm gonna need Tommy John surgery.
 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.

Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something.

She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.

Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.

Wife: Actually it is Melissa.

Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.

Wife: You remember my face but not my name?

Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.

So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.

Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."

So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.

 
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The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.

 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
Tell her about the PM I sent you the other day. That should get you out of that dog house.
 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
Tell her about the PM I sent you the other day. That should get you out of that dog house.
Hmmm...
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
No one is immune.
 
Mr. krista just sent me the following text from work: "This week can go #### itself. I know it's early still, but I'm ready to write off this week as an #######." Should be fun when he gets home from work!

AND I just noticed that Mr. krista and former Mr. krista are now Facebook friends. Yay. :scared:

 
Mr. krista just sent me the following text from work: "This week can go #### itself. I know it's early still, but I'm ready to write off this week as an #######." Should be fun when he gets home from work!AND I just noticed that Mr. krista and former Mr. krista are now Facebook friends. Yay. :scared:
Just make sure they're not getting steamy.
 
Also just donated a wee amount to the soon-to-be-mustachioed team. Boobs shouldn't get all the cancer $$$; whatever prostates are should get some, too. :thumbup:

 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
Girls are dumb.
 
Mr. krista just sent me the following text from work: "This week can go #### itself. I know it's early still, but I'm ready to write off this week as an #######." Should be fun when he gets home from work!AND I just noticed that Mr. krista and former Mr. krista are now Facebook friends. Yay. :scared:
Just make sure they're not getting steamy.
:goodposting: As always, steaminess will not be tolerated.
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
Stealing this.
 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
Girls are dumb.
Hello, exactly.
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
Stealing this.
I feel bad about never sending you any interesting pictures. I'm going to go through my phone's photos. Gadzooks needs to send me his number. I took pictures for him in Amsterdam months ago and have never done anything with them.
 
BTW I'm taking tomarrow off. You know why?

Because I have 76 sick days that I can't cash in on until I'm like 63.

LIVING FOR THE NOW.

and i'm drunk

 
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The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
No one is immune.
:lmao: my feed reads like a who's who of FBG congrats posts
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
No one is immune.
thanks for that.
 
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The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
Stealing this.
I feel bad about never sending you any interesting pictures. I'm going to go through my phone's photos. Gadzooks needs to send me his number. I took pictures for him in Amsterdam months ago and have never done anything with them.
Just don't forget the penny hundred dollar bill.
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
No one is immune.
thanks for that.
The whole thing would be funnier if I could actually remember who was who.
 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
I don't get it.
 
The other thing I like about facebook is writing "congratulations" on the walls of random friends for no reason. It confuses the hell of out them, and then I get messages from nosey friends asking why I was writing "congratulations" on the other person's wall. I usually respond with "I think he'd rather be the one to tell you". Which then adds to the confusion. Or what's even better is if I write "hey buddy, heard the good news, YOU DA MAN!" It creates a domino effect of people trying to figure out happened.
:like:
:lmao:That didn't take long
No one is immune.
thanks for that.
The whole thing would be funnier if I could actually remember who was who.
You gotta mix up the message a little too. See Cat Shirt's wall.
 
Appparently I'm in the doghouse.Wife and I went to our local wine-bar/beer cooler place. We're not really regulars I guess, we go there 2-3 times a month. We usually sit outside after getting our drinks. The wife goes back in to get some water or crackers or something. She comes back out and says "the somalier (goofy kinda fat dude) actually hit on me." I asked her what went on.Wineguy: I hate to ask this but I know your name is either Carol or I want to say Michelle.Wife: Actually it is Melissa.Wineguy: Ahhh...that's right! I'm great at remembering faces but not names...that's why I remember you.Wife: You remember my face but not my name?Wineguy: Well, heh heh, you have certain attributes that are memorable.So she tells me this as we are sitting there but I just let it go.Later on we get home and she repeats the story. I finally say "he was talking about your boobs."So apparently that wasn't what I was supposed to say.
I don't get it.
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