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I may have thought of her and several of the other teachers doing "things" too."Feed" is the problem here. "Fest" is better; it would imply a celebration of the Italian zest for life. "Feed" implies "Step up to the trough, folks, there's plenty more nominally-edible swill where that came from!"As long as you're not asking Mrs. SLB, I'm sure it's fine. And congrats.
Eat it now and share the resulting fragrances with him later.
Skyline dip is the way to go for a first timer IMOa brick of cream cheese, a can of skyline and a bag of shredded cheddaruse tostitos scoops:drool:
Pretty even
What Guster said, or make 3-ways (spaghetti, top with chili and shredded mild cheddar). Save the cheese coneys until you are hooked, bad hot dog or buns could ruin the whole experience.
Definitely not out of a bowl. With spaghetti/onions/cheddar. Also, the canned stuff isn't that great, it's way too soupy. You probably need to let it simmer at a slow boil for a while to cook off some of that water content.
Frosty - I hope uou're tailing me in the wagering thread. Up another 2K yesterday and today -
####, I saw you were on a roll and I meant to today but forgot due to work being a ####. I will pay you a fictional $20 to email me your plays tomorrow.
GND up
I'm putting them all in the wagering thread here. But if I remember and have time, I will also email them to you. No day games, so it shouldn't be a problem.
I'll try to check it.Or don't you have my number? YOu could text me?
My linkI dont get this. At all. She acted like less than a bump on a log while you worked to try to save your marriage (and by your account she was likely the same in her first marriage). Not to mention the stress of figuring it all out with the kids as you mentioned..Yet she wants to have a boyfriend? No comprende.
Hang in there Bogart.
I've got meetings like this about once a month. I always play the "If I had to pick one of these broads to be stuck on a desert island with for 10 years which one would it be?" game.
Well technically it is called The Spaghetti Dinner. It doesn't make it any better in my eyes.
Bring a novel
I had a job. I helped bring out the raffle prizes. That took 10 minutes. For the other 2 hours and 20 minutes I stood around, BSed with fellow teachers, and enjoyed the moms that don't understand how to dress appropriately for school functions.
Kind of funny that YOU would ask. He is actually 15 years older than her, she 40, he 55. I joked with her that if she is going 15 years older, I'm going 15 years younger and dating a 22 YO. She said fine.Out of curiosity, how much older is he than her and is she ok with the age difference and is she willing to make a life with him despite her over-bearing parents not approving of the relationship? Just curious.I will admit I didn't completely unwrap this, and not really ready to yet, but will sometime soon.I can tell you that he is 400 miles away and much MUCH older than her. So take from that what you will.I don't get it either. Women are usually such logical and sane creatures.I dont get this. At all. She acted like less than a bump on a log while you worked to try to save your marriage (and by your account she was likely the same in her first marriage). Not to mention the stress of figuring it all out with the kids as you mentioned..Yet she wants to have a boyfriend? No comprende.
Hang in there Bogart.
Atta boy. You're on your way.Kind of funny that YOU would ask. He is actually 15 years older than her, she 40, he 55. I joked with her that if she is going 15 years older, I'm going 15 years younger and dating a 22 YO. She said fine.Out of curiosity, how much older is he than her and is she ok with the age difference and is she willing to make a life with him despite her over-bearing parents not approving of the relationship? Just curious.I will admit I didn't completely unwrap this, and not really ready to yet, but will sometime soon.I can tell you that he is 400 miles away and much MUCH older than her. So take from that what you will.I don't get it either. Women are usually such logical and sane creatures.I dont get this. At all. She acted like less than a bump on a log while you worked to try to save your marriage (and by your account she was likely the same in her first marriage). Not to mention the stress of figuring it all out with the kids as you mentioned..Yet she wants to have a boyfriend? No comprende.
Hang in there Bogart.
She is actually upset that I am NOT upset that she is dating someone so soon. She said she was hoping I would get angry or pine for her. Taking the high road has never felt so good.
The only thing I'm pissed about is the fact she spent more on lingerie for one trip to see him than she did our whole 11 years married.
But the fact that she is dating is a load off my back. Good luck to that guy.
My kid makes it all the time. Dennison's or something else canned and spaghetti. He calls it "Cincinnati Chili". I'm sure purists would scoff at this but Cincinnati is also home to a restaurant called "Bakersfield" so what the hell do they know?
All its missing is a couple of shakes of cinnamon and its the real deal
PV got drunk at the concert and can't find her phone. Weird.
Euphemism??
"I'm down in the count""strike out on a nice change-up""I mix the powder""more milk real quick""most pitchers ...are jackholes"You also like fatties?Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.Seriously...WTF?
Your body was telling you to wake up because you had to poop.Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:
Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.
Seriously...WTF?
This.And you need a colonoscopy.Your body was telling you to wake up because you had to poop.Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:
Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.
Seriously...WTF?
I did go drop a deuce about 15 minutes later.This.And you need a colonoscopy.Your body was telling you to wake up because you had to poop.Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:
Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.
Seriously...WTF?
The jackholes in your life have been coming to you at your home, and they've been winning. Worse, you don't even feel like you're putting in a good effort. Its gotten commonplace enough that you almost expect it. You've also been eating badly and your body is starting to taake notice. Hit the gym and eat well for a bit, try to lose 5 lbs.Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.Seriously...WTF?
I played softball for a few seasons. The infield thing, plus brawls almost breaking out two games in a row made me hang em up. So not worth it.
The shaved bats are ridiculous. I seem to get one injury a year. Broken nose, thumb, pinky… bad hop to the eye that was swollen closed before I could get up… #### throw to the side of the head… line drive to the wrist while pitching. It's a dangerous sport. It was all worth the Cincy Metro title last year though.
In college intramurals, I was running from first to second on a grounder hit to short...the shortstop flipped it to the 2nd baseman who quickly went to turn the double play without looking and threw it full force into my forehead (no helmets and we weren't allowed to slide)....they tell me that the ball flew in the air into left field and that I just stumbled around and landed somewhere b/w 2nd and 3rd. Went to the hospital and it was just a mild concussion, but I was nervous for a while
And one on hers.
Perhaps. I am down 25 lbs this year. Time to step it up I suppose.The jackholes in your life have been coming to you at your home, and they've been winning. Worse, you don't even feel like you're putting in a good effort. Its gotten commonplace enough that you almost expect it. You've also been eating badly and your body is starting to taake notice. Hit the gym and eat well for a bit, try to lose 5 lbs.Hello. Not usually up at this time, but crazy ### dream woke me up. For all the dream analysis folks:Bartolo Colon is pitching to me in my driveway and I'm down 1-2 in the count. I strike out on a nice change up. He then tells me MLB needs to stop having games in venues like this. It is the end of the 6th inning and I go to make chocolate milk (yeah...no idea here). I mix the powder into about a quart of milk and most of the milk evaporates and leaves little chocolate blobs like mud puddles. I ask Colon if it's okay that I go to get more milk real quick before the top of the 7th. He says sure because he is going to go get drug tested real quick. He then tells me most pitchers he has met are total jackholes. Fin.Seriously...WTF?
Strong Island?So it's looking like about 90% sure that I'm going to be moving to East Hampton for the summer. Gonna be meeting about 7 bar owners/managers in the next 3 days.
Living for free in a kickass house and making :boatloads: tending bar.
