That'll always get the job done. ...but then you'll spend the next thirty years or so spelling the word run in the shower all the time.
RoyLevosh
My point exactly... If you let the bastards get away with it once, they'll want to take you every chance they get. Yes and my point is that cuts both ways. And me being the customer, it oughta fall to me shouldn't it? I've always heard that the customer is always right...
Oh, and what the hell is a "whinger?" I was wondering the same thing but didn't wanna say it, hahahaha...
One time I got into a dispute with the electric company (or was it the gas company? heh, same difference) over a five dollar mistake on my bill. Exasperated, the lady on the phone finally said "after all, sir, we're only talking about five dollars." To which I replied "THAT'S RIGHT! THEN YOU WON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEM GIVING IT UP." I got my five dollars.
- great, frickin great - Moskowitz Thanks Buddah! (Now I have that Talking Heads song in my head)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------> Stop making sense! (lol!)
Heh, I wish I had a nickle for every story I've deleted into oblivion! It doesn't bother me a bit -different strokes for different folks, I guess. But I do remember the story you're talking about! Anyway...move on and do a 'nuther!
Chicken ain't nothin' but a bird... WWW Link
Oh, wouldn't I like to be a fly in their ointment but alas, my blood is probably horse piss too. Haha, I doubt that Maso! It all makes sense now... Then...then... I have FAILED! (haha, thanks Kelly - I appreciate you! <img src="http://images.stardock.com/ju/T_JU/smiles/Smile.gif" border=0 align="absmidd
I was maladroit in Detroit when I tried to exploit the daughter of Jon Voight. WWW Link
How did I miss this? Nice poem, man. And of that I'm certain.
While sitting on a bench thoughtfully provided for the public’s use by MOE’S BAIL BONDS he looked at the old courthouse across the street. Wow, it was big! And all that ornate Victorian era stone work! He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like to build it waaaaay back there in 1881 when every board was sawn by hand and every nail was pound
Damn, I love Mexican food. Me too. Especially the Nachos Grande. This was smooth and an awesome addition to a Friday night. Thanks Kelly! Glad
Thanks for sticking with me so far. I'm loving this trip, you know.
While sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come* he opened his backpack and dug around for his notebook. He was in the mood , you know. But…not really in the mood –if that makes any sense. It was just that it was time for number thirty-nine. *from I Am the Walrus by the Bea
This song: Link didn't (unlike that brick) exist in the summer of 1978. And this song has no relevance to the above story. But I like it and tonight I'm in the mood for it and some how it just fits . So there it is.
Tortilla chips, cheese, refried beans, hamburger meat… He looked at the brick. He was guessing it measured three inches by twelve inches by, hmmm, maybe six inches. It was one of many bricks in the wall. …diced tomatoes, sour cream, jalapeño peppers, oh my! He was starvin’ frickin’ Marvin and he just couldn’t WAIT to dig in! Hey-so
Ugh! paroxysm. a ten dollar word to be sure... And all this time I've just been calling it havin' a shit-fit.
Keep on keepin' on - Moskowitz Thanks Buddah, I appreciate that. It's times like these that require serious self contemplation, concentration, and a handy dandy quarter. I wished I'd a thought of that!
BTW, love the D4 clip too. What a great NZ band they were... I figured you would know of them Maso! (you musical forker you!) Which way did he go? This is one of those make-up-your-own-ending things Kelly. Don't cha just hate it when that happens?
in my redoubtable ass. meaning... Illustrious; eminent; worthy of respect or honor. or... formidable. (just joking there Zoo... )
He came to a fork in the road. Now, what was it Yogi Berra said about forks in the road? When you come to a fork in the road, take it. Uh, yeah. He wished it was only that easy. Decisions, decisions, decisions. What to do? What is best? What will he regret the least? What will he rejoice the most
...and so he left a comment, redoubtable of the notion of getting Tova's foot in his ass.
Good stuff, Maynard! I agree! And hey! I knew a chick named Dawn once too!