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:lmao: The joys of teaching 8th graders...Girl student: I like the way you teach.Me: Wow, thank you. It helps to have great students like you, Britney.2 minutes later...totally out of the blue.Boy student: Mr. Lllama? Me: Yes?Boy student: What's the biggest mosh pit you've ever been in?Me: :lmao:
Well...what was your answer?
I was laughing too hard to answer at first then I told him "I've been in so many it's hard to remember." Then I threw in, for my entertainment only, "have good mosh-pitting!"
 
I decided to play basketball at my local gym last night instead of going for my usual run.....figured I needed the extra cardio.

I'll paint the picture for you: think one spec of salt in a pile of pepper.

Thought I was in for a long night, but I discovered that these guys don't ever pass, while throwing up ridiculous shot after ridiculous shot......pretty sure they didn't know what defense was.

I had to lead our team in rebounding and scoring.....all by hanging out near the net.

not bad for a short, slow, spec of salt

 
I think somebody here has some splaining to do...

'Mr. Pickles said:
'YSR said:
Hung out with/dated Parker Posey back in 2001. Totally cool, crazy-in-a-fun-but-slightly-scary way in real life - mirrors her characters in some ways. But all in all, an awesome girl. :thumbup:
Wait, YSR dated Parker Posey?
:lmao: Nice find. This was back when I was trying to pretend to be a guy on here. I do, however, kind of know her (and I have her phone number!) as we're related by marriage. Look at me?
Ohhh, I'm a looking at you, alright. How you doin?
I'm not giving you her number.
Address?
 
I decided to play basketball at my local gym last night instead of going for my usual run.....figured I needed the extra cardio.I'll paint the picture for you: think one spec of salt in a pile of pepper.Thought I was in for a long night, but I discovered that these guys don't ever pass, while throwing up ridiculous shot after ridiculous shot......pretty sure they didn't know what defense was.I had to lead our team in rebounding and scoring.....all by hanging out near the net.not bad for a short, slow, spec of salt
oh...i get it.
 
OK, this is 100% true and it just happened. Swear to gosh.

Girl walks into my classroom at the start of 4th period. She says "Mr. Lllama, guess what my shirt says?" Now she's wearing a zip-up hoody over a t-shirt but it's unzipped enough that I can tell it says "I :heart: something"

I ask her "what does it say you love?"

She says "I :heart: Japan...I totally didn't know what today is until somebody told me this morning.

I eventually was able to stop laughing and ask her where she got it. Her older brother is stationed in Korea and sent it to her when he was on leave in Japan.

 
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'dharmapunk said:
Pickles> hey. Do you insist that your students call you Dr. ----?

:popcorn:
I subscribe to the rigorous German hierarchical model in which students address me as Herr Professor Doctor. I believe this is the purest form of respect and an absolute must in our era of entitlement run amok.
My best friends daughter is seriously considering your school, and going into chemical eng.I will make her aware of this so she starts off on the right foot.
Epic schtick potential here. Would be awesome if one day there was a "So I attended Mr. Pickles class today" thread
 
'dharmapunk said:
Pickles> hey. Do you insist that your students call you Dr. ----?

:popcorn:
I subscribe to the rigorous German hierarchical model in which students address me as Herr Professor Doctor. I believe this is the purest form of respect and an absolute must in our era of entitlement run amok.
So do you refer to them as My Glorious Mr. and Ms. Mealtickets?
 
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I decided to play basketball at my local gym last night instead of going for my usual run.....figured I needed the extra cardio.I'll paint the picture for you: think one spec of salt in a pile of pepper.Thought I was in for a long night, but I discovered that these guys don't ever pass, while throwing up ridiculous shot after ridiculous shot......pretty sure they didn't know what defense was.I had to lead our team in rebounding and scoring.....all by hanging out near the net.not bad for a short, slow, spec of salt
oh...i get it.
Good
 
'dharmapunk said:
Pickles> hey. Do you insist that your students call you Dr. ----?

:popcorn:
I subscribe to the rigorous German hierarchical model in which students address me as Herr Professor Doctor. I believe this is the purest form of respect and an absolute must in our era of entitlement run amok.
My best friends daughter is seriously considering your school, and going into chemical eng.I will make her aware of this so she starts off on the right foot.
Epic schtick potential here. Would be awesome if one day there was a "So I attended Mr. Pickles class today" thread
:popcorn: and :blackdot:
 
OK, this is 100% true and it just happened. Swear to gosh.Girl walks into my classroom at the start of 4th period. She says "Mr. Lllama, guess what my shirt says?" Now she's wearing a zip-up hoody over a t-shirt but it's unzipped enough that I can tell it says "I :heart: something"I ask her "what does it say you love?"She says "I :heart: Japan...I totally didn't know what today is until somebody told me this morning.I eventually was able to stop laughing and ask her where she got it. Her older brother is stationed in Korea and sent it to her when he was on leave in Japan.
Clearly she doesn't frequent :e:.
 
So this morning, when I drop my daughter off at school, I notice this odd man crossing the street outside the school.

He was putting a black tank top on over his über furry bare chest as he crossed the street. he's wearing black jeans, old ratty tennis shoes and fingerless, black, workout gloves. He's got longish flowing feathered hair. It's 40 degrees out.

As he strolls across the street, I notice he has a sweet late 80's ram 150 rape wagon with the camper shell on top. Wtf?

I decide to check him out. Flip a uturn and park behind him, 30 feet or so. He s on his phone, in the drivers seat for a few minutes then gets out of the car and continues his conversation while over looking the school. Pacing back and forth, leaning up against the street side of the van

Dude is weird. Something just isnt adding up. I watched him for 15-20 minutes. My weirdo meter never budged from whack job.

So I decide to let the school know about him. The principal, took me seriously and called it in. :shrug: no clue if he was just some dude or a whack job perv.

Not gonna chance it and say nothing.

 
:lmao: The joys of teaching 8th graders...Girl student: I like the way you teach.Me: Wow, thank you. It helps to have great students like you, Britney.2 minutes later...totally out of the blue.Boy student: Mr. Lllama? Me: Yes?Boy student: What's the biggest mosh pit you've ever been in?Me: :lmao:
Well...what was your answer?
I was laughing too hard to answer at first then I told him "I've been in so many it's hard to remember." Then I threw in, for my entertainment only, "have good mosh-pitting!"
:thumbup:
 
Today is my 26th wedding anniversary.

Wife's at a conference downtown at the Four Seasons.

The plan is to pick her up at 4-4:30 fro happy hour and then dinner- maybe a movie.

She wants to do Truluck's for Happy Hour, but I think I'd prefer The Driskill or something different.

 
Today is my 26th wedding anniversary.Wife's at a conference downtown at the Four Seasons.The plan is to pick her up at 4-4:30 fro happy hour and then dinner- maybe a movie.She wants to do Truluck's for Happy Hour, but I think I'd prefer The Driskill or something different.
Congrats!Back to Four Seasons for sexy time?
 
So this morning, when I drop my daughter off at school, I notice this odd man crossing the street outside the school. He was putting a black tank top on over his über furry bare chest as he crossed the street. he's wearing black jeans, old ratty tennis shoes and fingerless, black, workout gloves. He's got longish flowing feathered hair. It's 40 degrees out. As he strolls across the street, I notice he has a sweet late 80's ram 150 rape wagon with the camper shell on top. Wtf?I decide to check him out. Flip a uturn and park behind him, 30 feet or so. He s on his phone, in the drivers seat for a few minutes then gets out of the car and continues his conversation while over looking the school. Pacing back and forth, leaning up against the street side of the vanDude is weird. Something just isnt adding up. I watched him for 15-20 minutes. My weirdo meter never budged from whack job. So I decide to let the school know about him. The principal, took me seriously and called it in. :shrug: no clue if he was just some dude or a whack job perv. Not gonna chance it and say nothing.
This had the potential to explode in your face, but I still think you did the right thing. :thumbup:
 
OK, this is 100% true and it just happened. Swear to gosh.Girl walks into my classroom at the start of 4th period. She says "Mr. Lllama, guess what my shirt says?" Now she's wearing a zip-up hoody over a t-shirt but it's unzipped enough that I can tell it says "I :heart: something"I ask her "what does it say you love?"She says "I :heart: Japan...I totally didn't know what today is until somebody told me this morning.I eventually was able to stop laughing and ask her where she got it. Her older brother is stationed in Korea and sent it to her when he was on leave in Japan.
A day that will live in FFA infamy.
 
OK, this is 100% true and it just happened. Swear to gosh.Girl walks into my classroom at the start of 4th period. She says "Mr. Lllama, guess what my shirt says?" Now she's wearing a zip-up hoody over a t-shirt but it's unzipped enough that I can tell it says "I :heart: something"I ask her "what does it say you love?"She says "I :heart: Japan...I totally didn't know what today is until somebody told me this morning.I eventually was able to stop laughing and ask her where she got it. Her older brother is stationed in Korea and sent it to her when he was on leave in Japan.
Clearly she doesn't frequent :e:.
God I hope not.
 
So this morning, when I drop my daughter off at school, I notice this odd man crossing the street outside the school. He was putting a black tank top on over his über furry bare chest as he crossed the street. he's wearing black jeans, old ratty tennis shoes and fingerless, black, workout gloves. He's got longish flowing feathered hair. It's 40 degrees out. As he strolls across the street, I notice he has a sweet late 80's ram 150 rape wagon with the camper shell on top. Wtf?I decide to check him out. Flip a uturn and park behind him, 30 feet or so. He s on his phone, in the drivers seat for a few minutes then gets out of the car and continues his conversation while over looking the school. Pacing back and forth, leaning up against the street side of the vanDude is weird. Something just isnt adding up. I watched him for 15-20 minutes. My weirdo meter never budged from whack job. So I decide to let the school know about him. The principal, took me seriously and called it in. :shrug: no clue if he was just some dude or a whack job perv. Not gonna chance it and say nothing.
This had the potential to explode in your face, but I still think you did the right thing. :thumbup:
One of the things that kept him firmly in the whack job area, he never once looked in my direction. At first I was sitting in an idling car, with the head lights on, then I turned the car off and just sat there eye balling the guy.. Nothing, not one glance in my direction. And I am no more than 30 feet from him. Weird.
 
My last 3 days have involved me being sick and getting into a car accident that apparently I am going to be found "at fault". On the bright side, this has been making me smile. I was going to save it for a drunk PM to Tanner, but I'd prefer to keep our PMs to be about Frosty's family.

 
So this morning, when I drop my daughter off at school, I notice this odd man crossing the street outside the school.

He was putting a black tank top on over his über furry bare chest as he crossed the street. he's wearing black jeans, old ratty tennis shoes and fingerless, black, workout gloves. He's got longish flowing feathered hair.
Would you describe the hair as perhaps "magical outer space hair"?
 
My last 3 days have involved me being sick and getting into a car accident that apparently I am going to be found "at fault". On the bright side, this has been making me smile. I was going to save it for a drunk PM to Tanner, but I'd prefer to keep our PMs to be about Frosty's family.
Sorry to hear that. Hope everything turns out OK.And that pic is super old, Lame-O.

 
My last 3 days have involved me being sick and getting into a car accident that apparently I am going to be found "at fault". On the bright side, this has been making me smile. I was going to save it for a drunk PM to Tanner, but I'd prefer to keep our PMs to be about Frosty's family.
Sorry to hear that. Hope everything turns out OK.And that pic is super old, Lame-O.
Yeah, well you know what else is super old: YOU!!!!
 
So this morning, when I drop my daughter off at school, I notice this odd man crossing the street outside the school.

He was putting a black tank top on over his über furry bare chest as he crossed the street. he's wearing black jeans, old ratty tennis shoes and fingerless, black, workout gloves. He's got longish flowing feathered hair.
Would you describe the hair as perhaps "magical outer space hair"?
Kinda like thisFixed

 
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My last 3 days have involved me being sick and getting into a car accident that apparently I am going to be found "at fault". On the bright side, this has been making me smile. I was going to save it for a drunk PM to Tanner, but I'd prefer to keep our PMs to be about Frosty's family.
Sorry to hear that. Hope everything turns out OK.And that pic is super old, Lame-O.
Yeah, well you know what else is super old: YOU!!!!
:lmao: :lmao:
 
My last 3 days have involved me being sick and getting into a car accident that apparently I am going to be found "at fault". On the bright side, this has been making me smile. I was going to save it for a drunk PM to Tanner, but I'd prefer to keep our PMs to be about Frosty's family.
Sorry to hear that. Hope everything turns out OK.And that pic is super old, Lame-O.
Yeah, well you know what else is super old: YOU!!!!
:lmao: :lmao:
shut up
 
I just got home from the dentist. Old root canal failed, tooth broke during a client meeting today, and I had to get it extracted. He tells me there won't really be much pain, but gave me a scrip for vicodin and 800 mg motrin. Says I should only need one vicodin tonight, and then switch to motrin and all should be fine. So why did he give me a scrip for 15 vicodin with 2 refills?Anyway, I'm not really a painkiller guy. Would it be inappropriate to include a handful of vicodin in my SS package? If so, are we talking street value or do I just pro-rate my copay?
Very appropriate.
 
I just got home from the dentist. Old root canal failed, tooth broke during a client meeting today, and I had to get it extracted. He tells me there won't really be much pain, but gave me a scrip for vicodin and 800 mg motrin. Says I should only need one vicodin tonight, and then switch to motrin and all should be fine. So why did he give me a scrip for 15 vicodin with 2 refills?Anyway, I'm not really a painkiller guy. Would it be inappropriate to include a handful of vicodin in my SS package? If so, are we talking street value or do I just pro-rate my copay?
Very appropriate.
:goodposting:
 
Have we received pics of the hot young 22 year old co-worker that Zooks is porking yet? I'm still living in a medicine fog and can't remember very much. :unsure:

 

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