Novembro

PS: from now on, W-T-F stands for 'what the Florida'.

If we hadn't, this forum would be really weird.

PS: from now on, W-T-F stands for 'what the Florida'.

Fix my roof, plox! MN rainstorms are killing it. And my bedroom ceiling.
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE
Didn't know there was a cardio class in my workout space at the gym tonight. Had to quit my workout with only one circuit done...just as the pre-workout supp kicked in. I have a metric eff-ton of energy and nothing to do with it because rain.
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE
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Awwwwwww yissssssss USA!!!!!!!!!!!

If you ever can't sleep record Iran V Nigeria and watch it and you'll be out like a light. Why couldn't these ####### teams be in our group!

News at 11: People are Disgusting

If we hadn't, this forum would be really weird.

If we hadn't, this forum would be really weird.

News at 11: People are Disgusting

News at 11: People are Disgusting

Painting sounds fun

I can't see why anyone would want to post with most of the right wing loonies here without getting paid. It's a chore having to point out the same foolish misconceptions day after day.

Hey STEVE



Hey DARNELL



Hey TBONE

some weird coincidences happening lately...went out to dinner with the in laws yesterday and i saw a girl i knew from uni. didn't know her well, but we did two classes together. then i came home and saw that one of my friends from indonesia is in seattle till the end of june. we are making plans to meet...so happy!
nola...what do the hamster eggs do?

Frozen was a snoozefest.
Plus, he goes after every film, not just Disney. I'm terrified to see what he has to say about The Hobbit. He shall not pass.

Frozen was a snoozefest.
Plus, he goes after every film, not just Disney. I'm terrified to see what he has to say about The Hobbit. He shall not pass.

yeaaaahhhhh it's not really worth it.

Frozen was a snoozefest.
Plus, he goes after every film, not just Disney. I'm terrified to see what he has to say about The Hobbit. He shall not pass.

I was on board until this.
What's wrong with you?

yeaaaahhhhh it's not really worth it.

In the vein of "You just can't make this stuff up," guess who England's main injury worry is ?
That's right ... it's Gary Lewin, the team's.physiotherapist.
Apparently he fell over a drinks tray.

Father's Day (Sunday-on-Saturday) report, see man.:
Unlike moi, MIni-B. had slept something like Many (13.5) hours almost straight through and was in a grand mood, zzz and wee man.

I drove Mini-B. to the remote lot where I park, let him tap the electronic train card on the ticket kiosk, and we rode 2 stops. He was most impressed and commented on everything. We passed by a special train display in one hallway; Mini-B. pressed all the buttons to make the various functions work and was thrilled. He kept asking to see "more trains," so I took him outside to show him that there weren't any others. Upon our going back in, he was thrilled to get to ride the "alligator" (elevator), and he got to see Daddy's office. I asked him who was in the pictures on the cabinet, and he correctly identified Mommy, cat, & himself (as a baby).

Mini-B. then wanted to relieve himself, which he did like a champ in the lower-altitude urinal, weewee man. I patronized the upper-altitude urinal, and we complimented each other on our production. He enjoyed flushing his urinal. We then went to the McDonald's in the building. Mini-B. went right up to the cashieress and fearlessly ordered "French fries with ketchup." Another cashieress loved that and gave him a free toy. He had several big bites of a hamburger and ate many FFs with ketchup, bringing back memories of last year when we went to Burger King and got sauced (all over our faces). This time was cleaner, wipe man.

Afterwards, Mini-B. said that he wanted to go home, c u man. We rode the train back to the lot. However, he was reluctant to get in the car, because he wanted to ride more trains. I managed to mollify him and told him that we needed to give Mommy's car a drink (gas).

We got home; Mrs. T-B. was still out running errands (or visiting her imaginary or real extramarital redhead, el Rojo) in the T-B.-mobile. Mini-B. was tired and a bit out of sorts till she arrived. Nevertheless, I was pleased that he had appeared to enjoy himself. That's 2 Father's Days in a row (ever since he became sentient) for that.

Mrs. T-B. let me take a siesta, which was needed, zzz man. At Many:Many (4:30) p.m., I began mowing the lawn. Of course, it was Many degrees F., but with an occasional breeze.

After recovering from the job, I ate Mrs. T-B.'s dinner (crusted tilapia, mashed potatoes, & peas -- all cold), then went to Sears Hardware, Radio Shack (which had a small battery that Sears didn't, for $Many), the gas station to buy 2 car-warshes for $Many apiece (however, too long a warsh line to wait in), Aldi Foods ($Many), Kroger ($Many), and the gas station again, still with Many cars ahead. The Mrs.-T-B.-mobile needed a bath, so I waited. Naturally, 2 esteemed clients ahead had bought the $Many (Many-minute) deluxe warsh. Got home, unloaded the stuff, watched the late news, took the T-B.-mobile for warshing (no wait, this time), managed to re-enter the padlocked-by-Mrs.-T-B.-in-my-absence casa, dished the warsher, played Wrappers with cat (who is jockeying for more of same at this writing), and am awaiting ability to de-dish the warsher, gee man.

The best news, si man: Barring the unforeseen, I don't have to leave the casa at all tomorrow, which is preferred on a laundry Sunday (= pre-Thread Laundress report, see man).