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General Discussion => Talk Zone => Topic started by: Andyzipp on June 22, 2007, 10:53:51 am
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*Knock knock*
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever.
I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in. Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it. Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I love candles!
Come on into the living room. Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that.
Hey, let's check out the kitchen. Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that. And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway! Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back... Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so darn cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on! See, isn't this better?
Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
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WTF?
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Thanks Andy. I've finally reached the end of the internet and am ready to get some work done today.
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WTF?
Relax, I got this one. Take out my JPL decoder ring, and bingo, presto, all that translates to "Hunter Pence is exited to be playing in Arlington" Link (http://www.star-telegram.com/284/story/145493.html)
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Relax, I got this one. Take out my JPL decoder ring, and bingo, presto, all that translates to "Hunter Pence is exited to be playing in Arlington" Link (http://www.star-telegram.com/284/story/145493.html)
Reading that article, one wonders why the Texas Rangers bypass the young man in the draft. I'm sure it was bigotry on thier part. Ahum... I think.
BTW - what Andy wrote is what flys through my brain everytime I venture into a MySpace page... regardless of the age of the woman or man!
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Somebody please refill Andy's medication.
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Why, at this juncture, an "all women are bitches" post?
And would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten French fries?
http://www.landmarktheatres.com/Films/films_frameset.asp?id=10741
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I may need to re-read the post. What little I know of Andy (essentially nothing outside this here site), I just assumed he had a really bad date last night. The "I think it's time to become a monk and take a vow of silence" type of bad date. Now, I think I'm missing something.
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Sounds like Andy may be considering going to Cleveland to be a catcher.
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Sounds like Andy may be considering going to Cleveland to be a catcher.
Bravo! (No, seriously... Bravo! (http://www.bravotv.com))
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With the exception of the last sentence, that is spot on.
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*Knock knock*
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever.
I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in. Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it. Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I love candles!
Come on into the living room. Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that.
Hey, let's check out the kitchen. Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that. And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway! Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back... Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so darn cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on! See, isn't this better?
Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
le art.
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Reading this made me very uncomfortable. I only looked up to make sure I was still at OWA three times.
No, I won't vote for this next Wednesday.
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I may need to re-read the post. What little I know of Andy (essentially nothing outside this here site), I just assumed he had a really bad date last night. The "I think it's time to become a monk and take a vow of silence" type of bad date. Now, I think I'm missing something.
one thing you are missing is that he is married. or rather he WAS married before she read this.
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one thing you are missing is that he is married. or rather he WAS married before she read this.
You go on enough dates like this, soon you're desperate to be married. Or re-married, either way.
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one thing you are missing is that he is married. or rather he WAS married before she read this.
Funny because at first I thought "E left Zipp." Then I read it and thought "E isn't 23, I don't think. This makes no sense."
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If there's any truth to this, then I'm very glad I married so young.
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If there's any truth to this, then I'm very glad I married so young.
Oh, it's 1000% true. That's what made me uncomfortable. It made me glad I married someone 9 years older than me.
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Oh, it's 1000% true. That's what made me uncomfortable. It made me glad I married someone 9 years older than me.
Alkie = Cougar hunter
My wife was born a solid month before me, so I always feel compelled to tell people that I married an older woman. It just sounds good.
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I know I am late in the game, but that was so hilarious. Thanks for making my day.
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"The fans love Hunter," Astros chairman/CEO Drayton McLane said. "He has a great personality and is ready to roll all the time. You build franchises with players like him. I wish we had more like Hunter Pence."
A great personality? Ready to roll all the time? Hey, Drayton, that's me. Sign me up! (Of course, I'll have to discuss it with my advisors first.)
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
One alternative to this sort of vacuousness was the moody, arty, serious type. You know, the one who wanted you to learn verses of Kahlil Gibran, and had a reliquary for St. Something-or-other in her dimly-lit living room. Those dates were always kind of fun.
I can honestly say, I would not want to go back.
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*Knock knock*
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever.
I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in. Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it. Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I love candles!
Come on into the living room. Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that.
Hey, let's check out the kitchen. Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that. And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway! Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back... Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so darn cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on! See, isn't this better?
Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
So, she dumped you, eh?
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Aren't there instances where someone gets hit in the head just right, and it jars loose some long-lost memory consigned to the inner recesses of the mind? It made me wonder what hit Zipp in the head this morning, and whether he'll be OK.
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Aren't there instances where someone gets hit in the head just right, and it jars loose some long-lost memory consigned to the inner recesses of the mind? It made me wonder what hit Zipp in the head this morning, and whether he'll be OK.
Shit, we could have had a flux capacitor, and instead we get this.
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"Bitches ain't shit but ho's and tricks." -Snoop Dogg.
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"Bitches ain't shit but ho's and tricks." -Snoop Dogg.
Correct. Thus Bitches = Ho's + Tricks.
And by the Ice Cube Corollary, we know that "life ain't shit but bitches 'n money."
Put these two algebraic equations together and we know that
Life = (Ho's + Tricks) + Money
Thuginometry 101.
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Reminds me of the old:
women = money x time
time = money, thus women = money^2
money = root of all evil, thus women = evil.
It's funnier when you can see the formula.
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It's funnier when you can see the formula.
And works only through the "money is the root of all evil" butchering of phrase.
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yes, indeed.
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Correct. Thus Bitches = Ho's + Tricks.
And by the Ice Cube Corollary, we know that "life ain't shit but bitches 'n money."
Put these two algebraic equations together and we know that
Life = (Ho's + Tricks) + Money
Thuginometry 101.
this one got you a nomination
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Travis kicked my ass. Dude's "not allowed" to drive the golf cart but he can sink a 30 foot putt while singing the theme to Jeopardy?
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*Knock knock*
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever.
I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in. Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it. Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I love candles!
Come on into the living room. Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that.
Hey, let's check out the kitchen. Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that. And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway! Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back... Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so darn cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on! See, isn't this better?
Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
This may be the most awkwardly, beautiful thing i've ever read in my life, but seriously dude are you okay. No seriosly...
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My wife was born a solid month before me, so I always feel compelled to tell people that I married an older woman. It just sounds good.
Mrs Limey is only 3 years younger than me but, because of her good German genes and my horrendous abuse of my body, I am regularly accused of being her dad, or just scowled at for being an unspeakable pervert.
Neither bothers me anymore.
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A great personality? Ready to roll all the time? Hey, Drayton, that's me. Sign me up! (Of course, I'll have to discuss it with my advisors first.)
One alternative to this sort of vacuousness was the moody, arty, serious type. You know, the one who wanted you to learn verses of Kahlil Gibran, and had a reliquary for St. Something-or-other in her dimly-lit living room. Those dates were always kind of fun.
I can honestly say, I would not want to go back.
Crazy chicks were always the best sex. Something about doing amazing things while you're waiting for the carving knife in the ribs. But I would not go back either.
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this one got you a nomination
You don't get Raiders of the Lost Ark references, but you get the Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg jokes?
I'm impressed.
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*Knock knock*
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever.
I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in. Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it. Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I love candles!
Come on into the living room. Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that.
Hey, let's check out the kitchen. Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that. And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway! Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back... Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so darn cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on! See, isn't this better?
Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me.
Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
Que? This made me wince. When/Where's the booksigning? I hope they serve hard liquor...first.
Mrs Limey is only 3 years younger than me but, because of her good German genes and my horrendous abuse of my body, I am regularly accused of being her dad, or just scowled at for being an unspeakable pervert.
On the other hand, this made me guffaw. MADE me I tell you!
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You don't get Raiders of the Lost Ark references, but you get the Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg jokes?
I'm impressed.
oh, hell no. i do not listen to that shit. i was impressed by your mathematical equation.
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That is by far the most Onion-like post that has ever graced this particular tube of the Internet.
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One alternative to this sort of vacuousness was the moody, arty, serious type. You know, the one who wanted you to learn verses of Kahlil Gibran, and had a reliquary for St. Something-or-other in her dimly-lit living room. Those dates were always kind of fun.
I was at an art exhibit/opening of a mutual friend once. I was a friend of his friend, but I wanted to go nonetheless because I had never, up until that day, ever been to a art exhibit/opening for any one. His brand of art was moody, dark but somewhat interesting. BTW - fuck Jackson Pollock and the pain he made me endure during college. Our art history professor thought JP was the only artist ever worth a mention all semester long. I hated his work, damn... his NAME... after about two weeks of having this professor just ramble on and on and on about him. But I digress.
Any way, so I turn to my friend and ask him if all the women who attend these sort of openings were this... ahum... unique. He says "Yeah, well... no". Seems that his friend was attracting these pale skinned women who looked like they were one ounce away from being officially anorexia poster children. When I say pale though, it doesn't do it justice. They were hideously white, as in almost transparent. They were later to be called goth girls I suppose, but these precursors were seriously ill looking women with nothing really interesting about them, in communication skills they were horrid and single minded and nothing about them spoke of "look at me, I'm attractive" at all.
So my friend asks me if we should try to pick up a couple of them to take out on the town, like go dancing and stuff. It was the "stuff" that I was afraid of mostly. I said no, I would just go to the Roxy later that night and take in the scenery of much more suburban freak look for girls, the tame stuff that was non threatening. He decided to try his hand at the urban vamperellas. It took him a while to get one to pay attention long enough to understand he was trying to pick them up. One finally did. The best description he gave me of the date later that week when I caught up with him was that looks are deceiving because the pale dead woman he picked up was not going to turn into this wild child once he got her alone at night. She, instead, was as dead in other areas as she looked. Worse night of his life he said. I feared his soul was taken that night somehow for his desire to find out what is better left to the imagination.
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Seems that his friend was attracting these pale skinned women who looked like they were one ounce away from being officially anorexia poster children. When I say pale though, it doesn't do it justice. They were hideously white, as in almost transparent. They were later to be called goth girls I suppose, but these precursors were seriously ill looking women with nothing really interesting about them, in communication skills they were horrid and single minded and nothing about them spoke of "look at me, I'm attractive" at all.
See, e.g., Courtney Love, c.1995.
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BTW - fuck Jackson Pollock. . .
Another reason BFT-OWA is the best fansite in the history of Western Civilization.
Jackson Pollock smack.
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It stands to reason, I guess, but I love Jackson Pollock.
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I lean more Maude Lebowski when it comes to splatter-paint art.
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Another reason BFT-OWA is the best fansite in the history of Western Civilization.
Jackson Pollock smack.
That and catchy phrases like "vapid cow". I pick up at least one a week in here and immediatly embark on the task of working the "phrase of the week" into my everyday conversation. At work, at home, at church. I come across as a renaissance man and/or a bit demented which is useful in each circumstance.
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I lean more Maude Lebowski when it comes to splatter-paint art.
I commend her work as quite vaginal.
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I was at an art exhibit/opening of a mutual friend once. ... BTW - fuck Jackson Pollock and the pain he made me endure during college. Our art history professor thought JP was the only artist ever worth a mention all semester long. I hated his work, damn... his NAME...
It stands to reason, I guess, but I love Jackson Pollock.
I find his work quite interesting. Mostly for it's ability to create division.
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I commend her work as quite vaginal.
Oh? Is that what that is a picture of?
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That and catchy phrases like "vapid cow". I pick up at least one a week in here and immediatly embark on the task of working the "phrase of the week" into my everyday conversation. At work, at home, at church. I come across as a renaissance man and/or a bit demented which is useful in each circumstance.
I want to hear how you worked "vapid cow" into conversation at church.
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I want to hear how you worked "vapid cow" into conversation at church.
I think we can safely assume he's not Hindi.
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That and catchy phrases like "vapid cow". I pick up at least one a week in here and immediatly embark on the task of working the "phrase of the week" into my everyday conversation. At work, at home, at church. I come across as a renaissance man and/or a bit demented which is useful in each circumstance.
I know what you mean, I'm having all sorts of difficulty finding a time/place where "I got a lot of bitches to plow" fits into the conversation.
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I know what you mean, I'm having all sorts of difficulty finding a time/place where "I got a lot of bitches to plow" fits into the conversation.
I do seem to remember someone getting "hittin' the walls and workin' the middle" into a discussion about Hunter Pence.
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That and catchy phrases like "vapid cow". I pick up at least one a week in here and immediatly embark on the task of working the "phrase of the week" into my everyday conversation. At work, at home, at church. I come across as a renaissance man and/or a bit demented which is useful in each circumstance.
Demented, yes. But I never intended these as church going phrases.
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I want to hear how you worked "vapid cow" into conversation at church.
Pravata penned the phrase yesterday. It's only Tuesday now. I have 5 more days to work on an appropriate use in a church setting. All girls in the das household right now so the phrase was not a hit there. Good thing it was warm and precipitation-free last night. I'm rolling into my 2pm weekly staff meeting with "vapid cow" tucked into my back pocket. I was thinking of trying, "the COTR is a vapid cow, give her what she wants or she'll eat your spleen". New phrase and legacy review all rolled into one.