I Don't Often Rant; but When I Do, I Prefer to Rant on VJ

[Merrytooth 5,748]

You don't like sugar?

Errrmm ok.

Tarklar only likes Cheap Cheap!

[N-o-l-a 7,167]

Tarklar only likes Cheap Cheap!

Pre used sugar?

[Darnell 8,478]

which reminds me - I swear - I see refined beet sugar around sometimes - I am gonna try to get a 10 pound bag.

Now if I was Stevklar, I'd order it off of amazon and throw in some lube to get the free shipping...

Edited October 2, 2014 by Darnell

[N-o-l-a 7,167]

F my middle of the night nausea.

Also, my devious little child has managed to eat the last of my saltines and I wanted nothing more than cheese, pear, and saltines.

[TBoneTX 43,427]

You don't like sugar?

1. Cane, si man.

2. Maple, si man.

Many. Fake, si man.

Many. Beet, excluded man.

Tarklar only likes Cheap Cheap!

Rant, now that you mention it, si ma'am: I've been out of cheap for two full days, sigh man, and have resorted to eating Mini-B.'s goldfish, wee man. A full bag thereof has been devoured, ingest man.

Pre used sugar?

That would probably be metabolized in the pancreas, the lungs, the liver, and all the living things in the abominable cavity, see ma'am. However, when I was single, I was able to fulfill my entire sugar requirement by filching those little sugar/fake-sugar packets at restaurants, efficient man.

[TBoneTX 43,427]

F my middle of the night nausea.

Also, my devious little child has managed to eat the last of my saltines and I wanted nothing more than cheese, pear, and saltines.

The First Trimester, si ma'am, and respect and shudder and tremble in fear, we men.

I shall never forget, no man, an eve during Same when Mrs. T-B. was pre-parturient with Mini-B.-to-be, she and pre-wee man. It was Many:Many p.m., and we were lying in bed, pre-zzz man. Mrs. T-B. suddenly turned to me with a vicious snarl and said, "I want mangoes! Very hard, and very green!"

I had only Many minutes before the supermarket closed, but Heaven assisted the successful procurement of very hard and very green mangoes, whew man.

Perhaps there is a convenience store, such as a Kwik-Stop or a Many-Many, still open, where Mr. Nola can find some saltines, si ma'am.

Edited October 2, 2014 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 43,427]

Rant, see man: If Mrs. T-B. turns out to be the pre-Final Mrs. T-B., pre-she man, the first thing that I shall do is to hurl every spaghetti-tong in the casa as far from the casa as every spaghetti-tong formerly in the casa can possibly be hurled, grrr man.

Rant #2, see man: Dry-cleaners still can't find my shirt, no and grrr man. Chica said that perhaps someone would turn it in sometime soon, or else she can do one of two things, these man: Give me a cleaning credit of Many to Many times the price of one shirt-cleaning (as though I'd ever want to go back there, right man); or go look in the back to see what unattended substitute shirt she can find for me, restitution man.

Rant #3, see man: Before dishing the warsher, I resolved to make the remaining Many lunches for the remaining Many workdays of the workweek, si man. After finishing the making of the Many'th lunch, it occurred to me that today was Wednesday, the Many'rd day of the workweek, and so I would need only two lunches, not Many, dawn on and no man. Accordingly, I must hope that the Many'rd lunch remains reasonably edible while languishing in the refrigerator for Many days until Monday, gag me man. If it does, as has sometimes happened, this will enable the purchase of one package of Many of hamburger buns to cover the rest of next week, rather than two packages of Many buns, this last of which results in one bun always being inefficiently left over, Tarkculus man. It is hoped that all participants in this thread will pull or even pray fervently that the aforementioned Many'rd lunch survives its refrigeration exile, plea man.

Edited October 2, 2014 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 43,427]

Wednesday report, see man:

Caucused with dry-cleaner chica per above, sigh man.

Commuted to and arrived at work without incident, no cops man.

Ignored urgently phoning POTS customers, and researched weekend GSs, si man.

Several "community" GSs being held, whee but why can't they spread them out man.

Ignored urgently phoning POTS customers, and researched new dry-cleaners, grill them man.

Only a bare Many are convenient for weeknight pickup and Saturday drop-off, sigh man.

All Many were quite friendly on the phone and spoke English outside the regional forums, surprise man.

First had great hours and acceptable prices, but didn't do their cleaning on-site, oj tak and tak and nie.

Next two had great hours and on-site cleaning, oj tak and tak.

One of the two also had $1 laundering for shirts, agree-with-cheapness man.

We shall patronize them henceforthly, whee man.

In workplace hallway, passed by Gift Shop, see man.

Gift Shop being replaced by outside outfit soon, c u man.

Gift Shop offering Many% off sundries and Many% off snacks and medicines, wow man.

Bought the following at Many% off, see man:

-- Many toothbrushes for Mrs. T-B. (= about half a buck), she man;

-- Many large boxes of Kleenex (= about half a buck), sneeze man;

-- Many bars of Dial soap (= half of half a buck), rub-a-dub-dub man;

-- Only box of Polident denture-cleaner (= $1.Many), nightguards man;

-- Pair of bamboo-fiber socks (= $1.Many), feet man.

Total expenditure = $Many.0Many, deals man.

Shall return tomorrow to cherry-pick remaining inventory, whee man.

Commuted home in beastly-but-copless traffic, sigh and whee man.

Organized self at casa, me man; unsuccessfully looked for cat, no miu man.

Mrs. T-B. gone to English-elocution class, bye she man.

Opened front door of casa; cat enters, miu man.

Retrieved Mini-B. from alternate neighbor's casa, reluctant-to-leave wee man.

Convinced Mini-B. to play Trains while Daddy ate dinner, si man.

Mrs. T-B. left large saucepan full of spaghetti & meat sauce, slurrrrrp man.

Briefly considered soiling a bowl, but decided to eat straight from saucepan, bachelor man.

Ate most of contents of saucepan, over-ingest man.

Felt like Ecu boa-constrictor that had swallowed a donkey, blob man.

Played Rice* with Mini-B., wee man.

*Components of playing Rice = plastic container filled with raw rice, plastic shovel, smaller plastic receptacle, tiny plastic scoop, all this man. Object of game is to sit on floor, use small scoop to transfer rice from master container into smaller receptacle (without much regard to spillage on floor, bachelor man), and dump rice from smaller receptacle to try to bury shovel that has been placed inside master container, adeptness man.

After playing Rice, played Rice Variant** with Mini-B., wee man.

**Components of Rice Variant = above master container of rice, and small metal military jet, these two man. Object is to zoom jet into rice to see how buried it gets, lift it out, comment that jet has rice on wings, flip rice off of wings, and repeat, flight patterns man.

After playing Rice Variant, played Trains*** with Mini-B., wee man.

***Trains consists of one or more of the following, see man: (1) Manually run trains off end of incomplete track so that they "crash and smash"; or (2) place battery-operated engines on oval track to see which is faster (i.e., who catches whom), and see which is faster after adding or subtracting freight cars from one engine or the other, physics man.

After playing Trains, invited Mini-B. upstairs to take bath, wee clean man.

Struggled to find acceptable water temperature, picky wee man.

Settled on even-colder-than-Daddy-finds-palatable temperature, strange man.

Convinced Mini-B. that consent to a shampoo enabled his wearing a "hat" afterwards, diplomacy man.

Shampooed Mini-B. and lathered the rest of him, rub-a-dub-dub wee man.

Dumped first load of water onto Mini-B., almost freezing him, freeze wee man.

Struggled to readjust water temperature, picky freezing wee man.

Ultimately completed process, clean wee man.

Dried off Mini-B.; installed "hat" (pocket on baby-towel), coronation man.

Mini-B. delighted, wee man.

Mini-B. equally delighted with extra step of brushing damp hair into place, whee wee man.

Read Many books with Mini-B., partial-ADD wee man.

Mrs. T-B. arrives and is pleased with outcome of bachelor session, she see me and wee man.

Aforementioned make-lunching and warsh-dishing, sigh man.

[TBoneTX 43,427]

Dead-tired, want zzz man.

Must stay up another approximately Many (2x2x2x2x2) minutes till dishwarsher stops, sigh man.

Should optimally wait another Many or so minutes beyond that for proper drying, sigh man.

Want to zzz after taking heap-strong back-medicine, plea man.

Why not zzz now and de-dish warsher in morning, you ask man?

A good casa-husband finishes all duties before retiring, pre-zzz man.

Furthermore, Mrs. T-B.'s penchant is to mix dirty items with clean in the warsher, sigh she man.

We have learned this the hard way, ADD she man.

In addition, our morning back permits no emptying or similar functioning, ache man.

Thankfully, a lively and delightful Singapura is in the thread, Kitkat ma'am.

Absent, ABSENT Asia is nowhere to be seen, oj nie.

[TBoneTX 43,427]

Going to de-dish the warsher whether it's ready or not, si man.

Then cat prep zzz man.

Mornin', Commie-babes!

[Asia 2,491]

Morning!

[Asia 2,491]

Absent, ABSENT Asia is nowhere to be seen, oj nie.

Asia is on a sick leave this week, so no need to get up early

[SAT 9,609]

1. Cane, si man.

2. Maple, si man.

3- Molasses....can be used to describe the speed at which you move at work.....

[Caryh 5,206]

They are still working on last year's grain because BNSF is slow. The soil is very fertile and they grow alot of grain and sugar beets among other things.

Yep lots of farms doing very well up there. And all the floods just keeps making the soil better. Also the train rails are so busy with moving Bakkan range crude oil to market, the grain shipments are getting out slower plus its more expensive to send by rail.

[Caryh 5,206]

I shall never forget, no man, an eve during Same when Mrs. T-B. was pre-parturient with Mini-B.-to-be, she and pre-wee man. It was Many:Many p.m., and we were lying in bed, pre-zzz man. Mrs. T-B. suddenly turned to me with a vicious snarl and said, "I want mangoes! Very hard, and very green!"

You're speaking of green mangoes for the many manyth time. So I shall rant on green mangoes, what the H E double hockey sticks happened to the green mangoes this year? And golden mangoes, its been friggen zilch! Yah a few showed up in the market place, but these are things that are normally around most of the year, but not this year. The friggen Asian grocery stores have even taken to marking those lousy tasting round, and not kidney shaped, mangoes as green mangoes. And they are not a proper substitute at all! I miss my green mangoes and golden mangoes!!!!