Hi there. It’s going to be a long weekend so let’s just can the small talk and get to the boobs. But before we do how about a little red meat? Nancy Pelosi is a cunt with brown hair and grey pubes. Joe Biden is the dumbest person in any room, and never knows it. Hillary Clinton is a shrill sounding political hack who lost to a guy that is wholly and completely average at everything except sports and reading a teleprompter. He sucks at all sports but he’s pretty good at reading whatever scrolls around. That average fucker would read the stock ticker on Wall Street out of habit. Wendy Davis is a cunt. Obama is a cunt. Michelle is fat.
This is a song about all of them:
I think we’ve probably posted Denise Milani before, but she’s got some really big cans so we’re going to dip our toes back into that ocean of boobage. With joy, sugartits. If you want hilarious information on her, clicky click.
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457 – Leo I becomes emperor of the Byzantine Empire.
1783 – American Revolutionary War: French and Spanish forces lift the Great Siege of Gibraltar.
1795 – The 11th Amendment to the United States Constitution is ratified.
1863 – HMS Orpheus sinks off the coast of Auckland, New Zealand, killing 189.
1894 – The Cripple Creek miner’s strike, led by the Western Federation of Miners, begins in Cripple Creek, Colorado.
1904 – A fire in Baltimore, Maryland destroys over 1,500 buildings in 30 hours.
1940 – The second full length animated Walt Disney film, Pinocchio, premieres.
1962 – The United States bans all Cuban imports and exports.
1976 – Darryl Sittler sets an NHL record for scoring 10 points in a single game.
1992 – The Maastricht Treaty is signed, leading to the creation of the European Union.
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This is going to be an interesting weekend. I’ll be unpacking, and whatever but other than that I don’t have much to do. Give me a call, I’d love that.
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What if I don’t like my perirectal abscess?
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dammit leon
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WRONG!!
*dances in a fashion that suggests clear superiority to others*
Oh no. Leon is having a seizure.
Get the perirectal abscess kit! Stat!
http://tinyurl.com/k2bz9oo
It’s a MIRACLE!!!! UNEMPLOYMENT HAS GONE DOWN!!!
Winter of recovery. That’s what we’re experiencing.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a seizure. Unless it was some psycho-motor thing and that was the day I took out a student loan I never used.
What is this stuff about the perirectal abscess? Besides being about as painful as…as…something painful
See yesterday…1:30 PM
Hmm, November 30, 2009 was a Monday. Unfortunately, it was before MMM, so I can’t submit the H2 as evidence.
I saw Perirectal Abscess open for Cream at the Fillmore in 1970.
Good job killing the boob post hotspur.
I guess now is a good time to talk about crackfat?
1992 – The Maastricht Treaty is signed, leading to the creation of the European Union.
“Fuck the EU” – Victoria Nuland 2014.
Someone should check on Mundane. He may not be okay after yesterday’s incident and then the shock of a perirectal abscess tale.
Maastricht: things that sound dirty but probably aren’t
*checks self for perirectal abscess
That’s going to become part of my daily routine.
My Friday workouts look distressingly like crackfat.
Brush, floss, shower, taint check, make up, clothes: Complete!
I’m sorry Leon. Tell me all about it.
My oil bill has run to nearly $2500 since September. Two more months of winter is going to crack $3500 I’m guessing.
Power cleans, push presses, pull ups, and farmer’s walks.
I’m going to have to do some curls and calf presses just so it won’t all be crackfat crap.
You guys don’t even want to know what we’re paying for propane. It’s insane. Yes, we’ve paid more than you. Some guest the other day was warning me how expensive it is to put in a wood stove (’cause I’m a stupid waitress, I guess), and so I told her my monthly propane bill.
Shut her up.
I’m going to have to do some curls and calf presses just so it won’t all be crackfat crap.
There are no wall balls, or hand-stand pushups, so I think you’re good.
They’d get mad at me if I put my balls on the wall.
So you’re good to go on the hand-stand pushups?
Ha! I just used perirectal abscess on facedouche. Worlds collide.
I saw Balls On The Wall open for Perirectal Abscess at the Grande Ballroom in ’72.
I can get propane for $3.79.
What is it going for in MI?
* steals propane truck *
If I can’t shoot meth into my taint, I don’t want to live.
Our wood bill is about $200 a month.
*shoots MJ in the taint*
I don’t even understand why anyone would do that.
Every time I think we’re a bunch of weirdos, there’s a story about IV tainting that brings me back to the fact that we’re pretty normal.
Propane was about $2.25 when the season started. It’s nearly four dollars now.
Now, my tank is 1000 gallons. The minimum they’ll fill is 40%. That lasts about 4 weeks in this cold.
And now we’re facing shortages of propane.
There is no salt left in Ann Arbor.
My truck has a temperature display on the dash – when I pulled out of the garage this morning, it changed to “Quit messing with me.”
Actually, it was a balmy 7 degrees.
100 gallons a week?
There is no salt left in Ann Arbor.
Must make things pretty tasteless, then.
In parts of WI it’s more than $7 per gallon.
Nearly, yes. It’s effen cold here.
I now have to jockey back and forth (I know – raaaaacist!) in my driveway to get out now, because I can’t back up all the way like I usually do due to the snow mounds at the end of the driveway.
People selling and installing wood stoves are going to be busy as hell.
At $7 a gallon, we’re done. We already keep our house pretty cold.
We’re putting one in. As soon as the weather breaks.
Dog head on foot
And “Good job!” on the poat, MJ.
Sounds like you got your stuff. I missed the story of what happened, but saw that you had “issues” with the movers.
We’ve got a nice accumulation of snow by he road too. I have to stop before I get to the end and wait for traffic to clear, so I can roll through it w/o stopping.
Car in, you have to remember that there are plenty of people worse off than you. Why, just the other day the Obamas had to turn the temperature in the White House down to 75 degrees. The horror…
Ho Le Crap!
Same here, Car in. Our driveway slopes down to the road, and there is a slight dip before it rises up to the public roadway – a great place for all the snow and slush the plows push around to accumulate (and freeze). The short line-of-sight heading to the north make the roll-out interesting sometimes.
They will be in very short supply.
If they are price gouging out there, we can ship you one.
Before we got the pellet stove, two summers ago, I was looking up wood stoves in craigslist and people were just giving them away. This time of year, not so much.
I can get 400 lbs of wood stove to Lapeer for $137.
Freight is so freaking cheap.
Woodstoves are a scam.
*checks self for perirectal abscess
That’s going to become part of my daily routine.
I have a friend who’s had 7 surgeries for a scrotal abscess in the past 2 and a half years. I try to avoid conversing with him about ailments. His stories are the worst. He’s now seeing specialists at U of M, and he says they want to build him a new “receptacle,” which I think is doctor-speak for “coinpurse.”
$137 for freight? Cheap. Good to know if they start gouging around here?
I’m sitting at another doctor appointment for my mother, this time at U of M in AA. I’d hunt down Hotspur if I weren’t encumbered with mom.
And “Good job!” on the poat, MJ.
Sounds like you got your stuff. I missed the story of what happened, but saw that you had “issues” with the movers.
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There were no problems on the delivery side other than being 4 days late.
And that they tried to bring me someone else’s stuff.
After he tried to tell me that the boxes were mine, I just said, “you’re going to have a serious mother fucking problem in a minute.”
Then I got my gun stuck it in the back of my pants and made a phone call. I spoke in Spanish, so they couldn’t understand.
It must have scared them, because they were great after that.
Fucking Eastern European scum.
I’d hunt down Hotspur
If you do, I’d recommend at least a 30-30 or a .308.
Point and laugh:
http://www.pressherald.com/news/Southern_New_England_ski_areas_vulnerable__says_climate_change_expert.html
I really need to get out more. I always think I’m a total asshole, but then when I have to actually deal with people I find out I’m a cupcake.
Won’t make that mistake again.
Fucking Eastern European scum.
You can always tell by the sideways teeth and the five-day beard, both disguised by generous application of cheap cologne.
Don’t doubt your judgment, MJ. Have some confidence in yourself.
Great story, Car in. The sky is falling!
Shit, Jazz, I’m just up the street. Honk when you go by.
Point and laugh:
Done, as requested.
Or if you’re horny.
Beep Beep
Point and laugh:
Well, what do you know? My comment has vanished. Guess they didn’t like someone pointing out the stupidity…..
From a Drudge link:
http://www.atr.org/achieve-olympic-glory-pay-irs-a8135
I had no idea that the US Olympics Commission awards cash prizes. It would seem to me that athletes would be able to deduct expenses so as to make their participation a net loss.
Are their sponsorships also considered taxable?
Our county sucks.
Can’t hear a damn thing in here with all those car horns going off.
“There is no reason to believe that the level of danger in Sochi is greater than at any other point on the planet, be it Boston, London, New York or Washington,” – Russian Deputy Prime Minister Dmitry Kozak
Boston, huh? Just last year…
London? The 7/7 train bombings….
New York/Washington? 9/11…..
Who wants to go to Sochi?
Shoveling on Wednesday kicked my ass so hard that I had to curtail today’s efforts somewhat.
Then I got my gun stuck it in the back of my pants and made a phone call. I spoke in Spanish, so they couldn’t understand.
*memorizes phrases for “Carlos, come to the house. Bring Juan and Chuey, and guns.”*
Shoveling on Wednesday kicked my ass so hard that I had to curtail today’s efforts somewhat.
So, no wallballs?
I won’t be watching any Olympics. It’s a scam.
I’ll watch part of the Olympics, but NEVER in real-time. Always recorded on DVR. THere is no way I’m sitting through that cock Costas pontificating on anything.
So, no wallballs?
I kicked a bosu into the corner. Close enough?
The Al Qaeda olympics would be pretty funny.
The 200 meter Allah Akbar dash. The tape could be a trip wire, then BOOM!
Just had to fill the propane tank at the new shop. Took 70 gallons to heat from November to the end of January. I really insulated the hell out of it and it looks like it’s paying off. We’ve had some cold weather, but not the long term bitter cold that you guys deal with. Today it’s snowy and 35 degrees with a 10 mph breeze blowing. Propane was $2.49 a gallon here.
The Olympic athletes……train for 10 years, get a medal, and if you’re lucky you get a Subway commercial!!!!11!!!! I think they probably pay them with gift cards for free sandwiches. “Mommy no, please don’t make us eat at Subway again…………………”
The Al Qaeda olympics would be pretty funny.
Women’s swimming would be “interesting”. They’d have to give medals for any that didn’t outright drown in those damn burkas.
WOOOOO!
The very nice lady at the Wayne State Financial Aid office tells me that they have no record of me ever attending or getting a loan processed through them.
Someone needs to incorporate the Sochi snowflake as the ‘O’ in Obamacare. A double dose of fail.
Great news, Leon!
http://tinyurl.com/ltnvg5f
SallieMae’s argument is not only do you owe on the loan, the loan was fraudulent.
A Jalisco’s Burrito is spanish for “gut-bomb”.
The fuse is lit.
SallieMae’s argument is not only do you owe on the loan, the loan was fraudulent.
But the loan would have gone through the school’s financial aid office. The Wayne State people would have processed the student’s request for financial aid, and they have no record of my SSN. This is good news.
Jay?
http://is.gd/bnIP68
The very nice lady at the Wayne State Financial Aid office tells me that they have no record of me ever attendin
She’s “in” on it.
1 in 4 26-year-olds live with their parents.
That is amazing. I bought this house when I was 25.
Looks like Charlie Crist has a little pay-to-play controversy on his hands.
I bought my first house when I was 25. Haven’t lived with my parents since I was 18, other than Summers.
*delete cookies*
Here kitty kitty! Where are you? Oh, there you are!
http://tinyurl.com/mokknn8
All five of the Democrat candidates for Gov. of MA said the surviving Marathon bomber should not face the death penalty.
All five.
This should be part of every ad run against them right up to the election.
Kill babies not bombers!
http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=99637
I giggled.
Kill babies not bombers!
HA! I wonder how long such a bumper sticker would last here in the People’s Republic of Mass.
According to an email I just received Sarah and Suzy want a threesome with me tonight.
Your avatar is hideous. Good job.
I’m happy for you, Hotspur. Even if you don’t go, it’s nice to be invited.
Scott/Laura – I just saw a blog item that listed the 15 worst breeds for new dog owners – the ACD was number 8 on the list.
Everybody sees Beta and says “Ow, what a cute dog. I’d love to have one.” I reply “No. you don’t.”
Sarah and Suzy want a threesome with me tonight
Sarah is a post-op trans-woman, and Suzy is so ugly, the First Wookie wouldn’t hit on her.
I read a bit of that survey a few days ago. Part of it is that they count college kids as living with mom and dad.
26 is an odd age to be in college or living at home. I get going to school later in life, but until you’re 26? Lawd Reekus!
Yeah, ACDs can be toughies. Not a lot of people are willing to put the time in for all these beatings. What works for me is, I think of it as exercise.
Friday night! Almost time to go to my Obamajob for the weekend.
Good evening, gents and ladies.
I think of it as exercise.
Add some weights to the rods you beat Bubba with to burn extra calories.
Got some paint samples mixed today – hopefully one of them will pop out as the “right” one. Wish I were braver about color….
Have Dave choose your colors.
When I had my house worked on I just told my contractor “Something off white and not too pricey”. I have this thing where I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about paint colors called XY chromosomes.
That is some quality sweater meat! Well done!
I like intense colors. When I built my house I asked a designer friend to choose colors for me based on a lot of framed Napoleonic art prints I have.
The night I moved in my older daughter looked around and said “Well, Dad, it looks like no woman will ever live here.” And I said “Why not?” And she replied “Don’t you think this is totally on the masculine side?”
First thing HotBride did when we got married was change the color of the living room from olive drab to sunshine yellow.
Olive Drab, Battleship Grey and Institutional Green, what else do you need?
Dress whites
We are shipping a banjo clock that was built in 1918 and worth $1000. The wood parts are fragile, and there are two painted glass panels and a glass cover to the face.
Right in the middle of all of this glass and fragile stuff is the weight, a 7 lb block of lead.
It had to come out and they didn’t build it with an access panel, stupid morons didn’t foresee small parcel shipping.
Nail by nail, screw by screw, I disassembled that thing, removed the weight, and put it all back together. There were parts in there that I couldn’t see without my 2x glasses.
Nothing broken and no leftover parts.
Then I found $20.
Nothing broken and no leftover parts.
Unpossible.
Well, it sold at auction for $1000. It’s in better shape than this one and it appraised for $8000-$10000.
Glad I didn’t fuck it up.
http://video.pbs.org/video/1937841112/
Picture, Scott? I was wondering why a clock would have a weight in it, but then I googled images – I guess it goes in the bottom?
Weighted escapements predated springed escapements, but are still used in a lot of clocks, like grandfather clocks. Picture also the pine cone shaped thingies on a cuckoo clock.
Greetings, people who probably aren’t just getting to work.
Paint and clocks and breasts OH MY!
This was a square weight, concealed in the “neck” of the banjo.
1st time I have seen it done this way.
That’s why they are so rare. Eventually the string holding the weight breaks and that 7 lb block of lead falls and blows out the bottom.
The weirdest part of this whole moving deal is that the stuff I packed got here in perfect shape.
The stuff the guy insisted on packing?
Slight damage.
I think the weirdest stuff took place in you bathroom in Florida.
What did Edward Jizzerhands pack?
He took apart the bed and wrapped the mattress, which have now been replaced. The old stuff is in the guest room.
Anyone want to come over and spend the night?
Oh, I’m not falling for that one. Again.
After moving as much as I have, I pack pretty well. We lost nothing when we came to the farm.
I am finally home and resting. Tomorrow my transfer/promotion goes into effect. Envelope arrived from Sallie Mae today. I will open it and deal with the contents in the morning.
Whiskey time. Where the heck is Mare?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfTbMidQRkQ&feature=youtu.be
OK, that was pretty foul. My sister was/is a nurse, and she has shared some really sick ones too. But I sent that to her and she just sent back This: : S
All my shifts have been late recently. Had a 7am today. I’ve been on doggie alarm all week. Set my phone. PM not AM. Oops. Dan came by to pick me up. It was ugly. T,P, & A shower, deodorant, brushed my teeth, and put my hair back in an headband. Made it to work on time. Dan was grumpy. No $20. Bought a box of cardboardnay.
Afternoon.
I made it from bed to time clock in 20 minutes one day, that was with a shower.
I’ve sort of soured on wine. Even the good stuff that comes in a box.
Anyone want to come over and spend the night?
Meh, can’t be any worse than a hotel bed.
The restraints and the ball gag are a bit much though, MJ.
Just sayin.
If I had any excuse to be in NC, I’d stop by. Good chance I’ll be in DC the first week in March. Might try to hook up with Gabe if he has free time.
*leaves low-hanging fruit hanging low*
Scott, I used to do that when I worked at 4am. Every day. I was sound asleep when Dan got here this morning. I work with a beast that smells and comes to work with greasy hair on a daily basis. Dan kept calling me by her name today.
Today I drove one of these all day:
http://tinyurl.com/lu4ycfp
*chewing ibuprophen tablets*
I guess his imaginary son was busy…
http://wapc.mlb.com/cutfour/2014/02/07/67544372/obama-compares-farm-bill-to-mike-trout
What’s that hurt, Jew? When I used to lathe aluminum for 8 hours in a row, most of the pain would be in my lower back.
I bet TFG, Senor Cominsky, didn’t even know who Mike Trout was until TOTUS told him. Fucking poser.
Cominsky park. My favorite.
How do you live in Chicago and get Comiskey wrong?
I lived two states and two hours away and I knew.
Wen TFG talks about Mike Trout and a Farm Bill, you just know he had to wonder why Congress was passing a bill for fish farmers….
Well, “Cominsky” does rhyme with “Alinsky”
Pitching and catching means something totes different to TFG and Reggie. Bitch can’t even throw a baseball.
How do you live in Chicago and get Comiskey wrong?
It would be one thing if he was a pretend Cubs fan, but as a pretend White Sox fan, you’re supposed to know that shit.
He actually went to Cubs games with his favorite domestic terrorist/ghostwriter. 17 trillion in debt? Pfft. Destruction of the American workforce? Meh. Don’t fuck with baseball. Grrrr.
I may be a little irked with Andy’s AFI Funny movie Top 100. No Grandma’s Boy? No Role Models? No Major League?
I always forget that paint looks very different in the can than it does after it dries.
Red paint, especially.
And Mr. TiFW is already bitching about me spending a bunch of money on sample paints – he just doesn’t understand how one shade of a color looks different than another.
Then again, his mother only uses two colors of paint in her house – a horrid mint green for the interior and a shade of pink slightly lighter than Pepto-Bismol for the exterior. They know they’d better have it in stock at all times at the Davis Hardware in Brackettville, Texas….
“he just doesn’t understand”
Yes he does, he just doesn’t care.
Tifw, reds seem to get sucked into the wall and tend to look bleh. We had an oriental (Rayciss) room growing up that had a red lacquer paint with a black trim. It was gorgeous.
Yes he does, he just doesn’t care.
Shhhhhh…you’ll spoil it for the rest of us.
Poat scheduled for 715 tomorrow morning.
I saw what you did there..
Well, he was the one who told me I had to pick out a paint color….He KNOWS how I am about this kind of stuff 😛
Guys have about 8 words for colors.
Girls have about 12 words for red.
Eskimos have over a hundred words for red paint
Another new person?
How many bullwhips are up your ass right now, lazlo?
Mare renewed her vows?
And for me the right has three more than even I use.
My living room is Claret. Not Burgundy. Not Bordeaux.
What’s “purple”?
It’s the color of a coke addict’s lips, Sean. Or TFG.
That is why it’s a bogus chart. Purple is up by Eggplant. Purple doesn’t even make ROY G BIV.
That list left out the 17 names for beige.
There are about 18 people attending the opening ceremony.
I’m boycotting the Olympics until it includes wallballs.
They handed out 150,000 condoms.
I H8 white paint and all its variations.
Olympians are sluts.
And yes, I’m judging them.
>>>Comment by scott on February 7, 2014 8:34 pm
They handed out 150,000 condoms.
>>>Comment by osoloco11 on February 7, 2014 8:38 pm
I H8 white paint and all its variations.
Beautiful timing.
Bcoch, have you watched Frozen with the girls yet?
Frozen is Disneyfied feminist propaganda. They haven’t done a good movie since Stitch.
Saw it within about ten days, oso. Then the wife and MiL took them a second time when we were up in NC visiting the in laws for christmas. The songs have been downloaded onto various apple products. They know all the words. And they won’t shut up about when is it coming out on video.
>>>Frozen is Disneyfied feminist propaganda.
Or it could be a cute cartoon with good music loosely based on a story that’s been around a long time.
Either way.
Leon, I adore Stitch, but the music from Frozen is so earwormtastic! Hey, bcoch… do you wanna build a snowman?
I do….because for the first time in forever…..
I’m just telling you what the feminists are saying:
http://thoughtsofadyingcinephile.wordpress.com/2014/01/30/frozen-a-progressive-step-towards-feminism/
Grrl power!
The feminists can go make me a damn sammich.
But first….
Just saying, it starts with Frozen, and ends in PIV-is-rape.
I thought Rapunzel and Brave were pretty empowering for little girls. Not Hit Girl empowering, but still…grrl power!!!
The feminists should just get married. Then they won’t have to worry about PIV anymore.
Did anybody come to regret letting anybody else order the pizza today?
*Goes to bedroom, gets pink princess mickey ears with tiara* Hush Leon!
Sean, did you know that there are people that think pineapple has no place on a pizza?
Oso, I’m opposed to grrl power. It doesn’t lead to happy women or men. It mostly leads to bitter middle-aged women named Julia.
What are we talking about?
Pee or poop?
Most people.
I liked hawaiian pizza, but if I’m going to suffer the hit of actually eating pizza, it’s not gonna be what I pick.
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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What are we talking about?
Pee or poop?
Sure.
The pineapple needs green chile or jalapeño to make it work as a topping.
Met my neighbor across the hall. Older, refined gentleman, retired.
Florida has followed me.
I think every little girl in America needs to watch Kick Ass 1 and 2 because Hit Girl rocks.
MJ, you meet your neighbors?
I pooped today. Twice.
Wait. Three times.
What are we talking about?
Pee or poop?
Sure.
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Hahahahahaha.
That was pretty funny. You can have one of these.
http://is.gd/iswwTd
MJ, you meet your neighbors?
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He stopped by when the movers were here. He was super nice.
Reminded me of my friend David.
I’m on Day 14 of making dinner. This is BS!
She was looking pretty burly in KA2, Oso. Her shoulders had the gymnast thing happening, kinda like Mary Lou Retton. I liked that they went realistic on her musculature.
The pineapple needs green chile or jalapeño to make it work as a topping.
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Totally agreed. My favorite is ham or bacon with pineapple and jalepeno.
I agree, Leon. I know that it isn’t realistic, but I wish I’d had a role model like Hit Girl. They really played up the gymnastic sturdy girl v. the skinny stick Angelina Jolie type.
MJ, in NM, you can get a spicy sauce on your pizza too. Kind of a Italian/Messican hybrid.
Needs moar haunches.
I tried very hard not to check out her haunches, as I’m not sure she’s 18 yet.
MJ, in NM, you can get a spicy sauce on your pizza too. Kind of a Italian/Messican hybrid.
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That sounds like a trillion billion gazillion dollar idea.
*applies for patent
We need a Mundane’s Musings tab.
It is so yummo. They call it the chupacabra. My Mom would add red chile/red pepper flakes to any recipe that had tomatoes. I didn’t know that spaghetti, meatloaf, goulash, lasagna, etc was bland.
Yeah, Hit Girl (Chloe Grace Moretz) was born in 1997. I don’t think I can inspect her haunches for another decade.
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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Mundane’s Musings #1.
Just read War and Peace. You’ll get the idea.
Okay, this is just confusing:
http://blog.angryasianman.com/2014/02/anonymous-racist-flyer-sent-to-ucla.html
I’m going with art project gone wrong.
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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Mundane’s Musings #1.
Just read War and Peace. You’ll get the idea.
Can you summarize it?
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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Mundane’s Musings #1.
Just read War and Peace. You’ll get the idea.
Can you summarize it?
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JTFC
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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Mundane’s Musings #1.
Just read War and Peace. You’ll get the idea.
Can you summarize it?
There’s some war and some peace. Somebody finds $20.
That Asian guy has a real chip on his shoulder.
Sean, do the Korean students not get an organization or is it just continued raycism against the Appalachia of the Far East?
Lawdy Reegis my scroll finger is getting a cramp.
Can you summarize it?
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Yep.
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
OK, this is gonna be a long one, but hey you like stories of other people’s suffering, and, therefore, I am just here to entertain you.
We were testing on Wednesday, state mandated tests, called the California High School Exit Examination, CAHSEE for short. No remember, I am teaching at a continuation high school, which means in addition to me being a leech on society and that I should be fired and forced to get a ‘real’ job, but my students are also ones who have been placed in my care because the other leeches on society had issues with them, mostly as they self-medicate on school property and don’t play well with others. (That means they come to school high/drunk and get in fights for those living in the fantasies of 1950′s education.)
So two students are in taking this test that they must pass in order to get the blessing of the State of Confus—I mean, California to graduate. The math test, to be exact. Because as a person with a minor in Chemistry and courses in Physics, I have taken more math classes than the two Math teachers…but I digress.
Student A and Student B are two students that: A) know each other B) Both finished a 75 question test with Algebra in less than 30 minutes and C) are now bored having the attention spans of meth addicted goldfish.
Student A wants to go home as he is now “done for the day”. Denied. He can go home when the test is done, about two hours hence (Short day for testing…) Student B asks for and gets a pass to the bathroom. Comes back in a few minutes. Student A asks for pass, goes to bathroom. Returns.
But when he returns, Student A is in a rage. And I mean a spittle-flying, red-faced, incoherently screaming rage. Like Biden gets when someone needs to wash his binky. Student B is on the other side of the room. As luck would have it, I am right at the door making my rounds when Student A comes back.
Interlude: My room is set up with a filing cabinet near the door which creates a dogleg to get around as you enter or exit. Also keeps students from bunching up near door. I happen to be standing in end of dogleg at that very moment. So when Angry Student enters room, he has to go around me to get to student B by dumb luck.
He tries to push by me. I refuse to budge. Security is coming (I can see them through window), but he is berserk with rage. Idiot student B comes running across classroom to join fight. Neither one wants to hit me but between bad Spanish and English curses, it is a near thing.
I push Student A outside and lean against door to keep Student B inside. Security arrives. Principal arrives. Next door teacher comes out of her classroom. Just one security guy and he is fingering the flex cuffs (there are two security people on campus, the other one was on other side of campus) Student B is pounding on door to be let out, and start fight. Principal opens door and he calms down.
There is a small mess getting things sorted out and something drops into trashcan with a ‘klunk’. I look in and see a really nice Spyderco clasp knife at the bottom of the trash can. I suddenly have to pee, real bad.
Oh, and after all this done, we still have two hours more of testing.
So, anyone else break up a fight as part of their job today or yesterday?
TL;DR Two students get into a fight. Teacher breaks it up. Teacher has major pucker factor when he realizes one student was armed with a knife
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Mundane’s Musings #1.
Just read War and Peace. You’ll get the idea.
Can you summarize it?
There’s some war and some peace. Somebody finds $20.
Did he spend the $20 on hookers or booze?
Lawdy Reegis my scroll finger is getting a cramp.
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I highly doubt that.
>>>Lawdy Reegis my scroll finger is getting a cramp.
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I highly doubt that.
I’m sure that finger of hers is quite strong.
coughs
Strong like bull!
Wait…
Finger-schminger. I do all the hard work around here.
Ha Ha
Cyn ♥ WaterPik
Had a perfect opportunity to use FYNQ today. It wasn’t a Moron. I decided to let it go.
You’re becoming soft, Oso. Then again, it’d be lost on ’em.
I know. It was on a Moron priest’s FB page. He’d get it, but his friends wouldn’t. You can always tell the Morons on his FB page. Same with Peej.
Facebook is run by The NSA.
The NSA is a scam.
They know where you live.
*shrug*
I’ve never been real big on anonymity. I am who I am. My opinions are what they are.
Anita is practicing “Sunrise, Sunset” on her rented viola.
Lord, take me now…
Just kidding.
She’s gotten butt-loads better in just a couple of weeks.
Looking at how that damned thing works(as well as the violin and cello), with no frets, it just puzzles the fuck out of me how people can make such beautiful music on an instrument that is, pretty much, totally free-form…
They know where Mare is.
>>>They know where Mare is.
Impossible. Mare isn’t real.
“Facebook is run by The NSA.”
What cracks the shit outta me is that TOR, the “undernet”, where people go to avoid surveillance, was built by the NSA.
HA HA.
/Nelson Muntz
I still remember being in awe of the junior high school band director’s ability to get the cacophony I heard emanating from the auditorium one day at the beginning of the school year with what I heard at the Christmas concert.
I don’t know how he did it….
She’s gotten butt-loads better in just a couple of weeks.
Looking at how that damned thing works(as well as the violin and cello), with no frets, it just puzzles the fuck out of me how people can make such beautiful music on an instrument that is, pretty much, totally free-form…
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It’s absolutely amazing. It’s the difference between paint by numbers and Rembrandt.
*hope I spelled that right
I read an article about google glass and face recognition the other day.
Half of those under the age of 30 will never get a job.
Idiots.
Sunrise, Sunset is rayciss.
it just puzzles the fuck out of me how people can make such beautiful music on an instrument that is, pretty much, totally free-form…
Ditto for tromboners.
(I obviously just wanted to say tromboners. I don’t even know if that’s a word.)
Ditto for tromboners.
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God.
You disgust me.
Tromboners.
Think about that.
Tromboners.
Boners.
You were in a band?
I thought it was understood that the clarinet was teh ghey?
That’s just Bruce. Tuba is gay.
Oh yeah, tuba is gay.
Oboe makes me giggle.
Wiserson plays tuba. Must be genetic.
College friend played the bassoon. Hahaha.
All bands are gay.
Just switched over to NBC for a second only to see Bob Costas interviewing TFG. I changed the channel before they could get into a discussion of racist team names.
blergy blergy
Why are you home so early?
No 3rd shift?
Tippy tippy.
TFG just has to insert himself into everything.
LHF, have at it.
I hadn’t gotten a table in eons. I do a double tomorrow, so …
A zillion parties, so maybe it will be a good day.
Hi Lippy!!! Have you created a fake FB acct to hang out with the NSA when all the Hostages are sleeping yet?
20% of a zillion is pretty good.
She’s smarter than that Oso.
She has a RL page under her Clark Kent identity.
TFG has to be the corpse at every wedding and the bride at every funeral.
Hi Osita! No, I was getting (cough, having a professional get) my new computer set up, so no playing around today.
How are things?
Car in, seriously, how are people coping with the fuel prices and the cold? People are going to die from this.
She’s smarter than that Oso.
heh, more like I really don’t need any more excuses to stay up late. Plus a little paranoia that somehow, future potential employers might find a way to discover my political views.
Professional is code for what?
You should steal Leon’s identity, but instead of getting loans, post at facechimpdouche!
I shouldn’t pry.
Good night idiots.
Scott – it is code for someone who knows a lot more about it than I do. Which is just about anyone.
nah, not prying. I was just getting some grub ready and couldn’t answer right away.
Stupid timezones!!! Lippy is just barely grubbing and Coasters are getting ready for bed.
Yep. Cinnamon raisin English muffin. Already snarfled down.
I was just eating dinner. Now I have time to lollygag.
Before the ACA was passed, I never had time to lollygag. Thanks, Nancy.
The decline in labor force participation indicates that people will be free to pursue much more lollygagging.
Lollygagging is bad for you, so they are making sure that you don’t do it.
It’s for your own good, so shush up, serf.
Or that.
We have become a nation of lollygaggers. Some people are lucky enough to be paid to lollygag for 99 weeks.
I’ve been lollygagging for years, but have the decency to not leech off the government teat.
Lollygagging is good for you. I mean, now it is.
Sochi: Potemkin Olympic Village
We’re booked to go to Sochi and northern Turkey this summer. Do not want to go. Frantically looking for another trip to convince Dad to want.
Lips, can’t you just straightup tell him that the area is unstable and you’re not going there?
My Aunts that cruise ended up getting diverted from the Turkey part of their cruise last year. I forget where they got diverted.
Yeah LW, that’s going to be the main thrust of the talk.
Oso, can you find out more about that? Good ammo.
don’t go there.
thank you.
We want to find another shiny toy to dangle at the same time.
Yeah Dave, just a stupid thing to do.
I think they got diverted to Egypt. That may not help.
HAHAHAHA!!! Frying pan, fire.
I hear Somalia is nice that time of year.
Antarctica is more hospitable with working toilets.
Or Djibouti – where cruise ships still go.
I have a friend who works in Kabul. His family meets him for vacation in Dubai several times a year.
Djibouti makes me giggle as much as Bangor Daily News.
Antarctica Now
Researching. This from Princess Cruises former Director of Security:
Other plots by al-Qaeda to attack cruise ships include the little known case of al-Qaeda operative Sakra who confessed in planning to use speed boats loaded with explosives and crash them into American and Israeli cruise ships headed to Turkey in 2005. He was arrested in Turkey after the explosives he was preparing for the attack exploded in his apartment in Antalya, Turkey. A previous attempt to attack cruise ships by Sakra in Turkey ended when the cruise ships cancelled their port call. Sakra diverted those explosives to Istanbul and bombed the British Consulate in 2003.
I was the Director of Security at Princess Cruises at the time and we cancelled our port calls to Turkey as per U.S. State Department guidance which issued a warning about maritime attacks.
Yeah, no.
al-Qaeda is on the run. TFG said so/
What the hell is wrong with, I dunno, Alaska or Hawaii? Sure, the language barrier is tough to overcome, but there aren’t many terrorists or pirates or drug cartels.
He was stationed in Hawaii, did Alaska. There aren’t many places he hasn’t seen.
My Aunt Dee and her hubby did a repositioning cruise from Australia to Mexico. 21 days.
That’s a lot of days at sea. Some people love them if they like to hang out, relax, not have to rush to be anywhere. Crew hates them because they have to come up with ways to entertain the passengers.
They stopped at every podunk island group along the way. I’d go nuts. They also did two photo safaris including a hot air balloon trip over the Serengeti. My Aunt Dee didn’t let Stage IV keep her home. She loved the Canary Islands.
Shake Djibouti
>>My Aunt Dee didn’t let Stage IV keep her home.
Good for her. My friend Wendy did the same thing. She had to go in a wheelchair, but not much stopped her from enjoying life.
My bucket list involves baseball stadiums.
hahaha Dave, now I have an earworm!
freezing…going to bed. g’night
Goodnight, Ositaitaitaita
Now believe me when I tell you that my derp is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It’s about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn’t know
The music to the Opening Ceremony is fantastic. The dancers are good too!
They didn’t outweird the Chinese!
Woke up at 4am after going to bed at 10. Can’t sleep.
Ever accidentally google for Black History Moth?