Scene: a husband and wife sitting at home, drinking a couple of cold ones on the porch.
She: "I love you."
He: "Is that you or the beer talking?"
She: "It's me -- talking to the beer."
Heh. Hat tip to Taz.
She: "I love you."
He: "Is that you or the beer talking?"
She: "It's me -- talking to the beer."
Heh. Hat tip to Taz.
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http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=98480460951&set=t.505446479&theater
By the way MikeD ...... :) yours is uglier.
Now there are two small groups John in charge of the get away from JimB group cause they don't want to get any on them.
Second group is the get away from Argent group ... also not wanting to get any on them
Spectator area with SKK watching.
pheh
Well, and you.
I gather from the comments that fugly is just fugly, regardless of one's sex or sexual orientation. It does suck more to be fugly if one is female; ugly guys can still get laid by demonstrating their annoying Alpha-Maleness. (Why or how my Mom resisted the advances of all those fighter pilots and married my Dad, I reckon I'll never know. I do know that she was a very prudent and forethoughtful woman.)
Actually, I got my latest job via Facebook by way of a "friend" and former co-worker. I dropped her a line right when she was looking for help. Lucky me! So excuse me if I'm a touch in favor of the process. :)
I'll also add that a buddy (and another former co-worker) around the same age as yours truly & The Armorer got in touch with his kids last year by way of Facebook. The social networking functions are pretty cool, if you find that useful, as my friend did.
BTW, the lady acquaintance I referenced above will be out the next five weeks because she needs to have a tendon in her shoulder de-attached, then surgically re-attached (darn thing had calcified, if I understand correctly), so maybe ask the Big Guy to go easy on her for a bit, ya know? ;)
No, Bill was in teh garage with teh power tools, extending the loft storage area and taking note of the tools -- and sundry other items -- various contractors purloined during my absence, and up on teh roof replacing storm-lost shingles.
Then Bill and two off-duty cops sat on teh porch in teh dark and drank what was left of the case of beer in the garage fridge.
On this one, I agree with you 1000%, JTG. If it means that I miss the occasional pic such as above, so be it. Facebook, for what it was, started out like every other internet tool -- good intentions and all that rot -- but now it is big enough to attract the attention of hackers from every corner of the globe and nanny staters from Xerxes minions. Not just "No", but "F#ck No!"
And Mr. DeBille, I tried to keep them on the beer theme, but would they listen to me??
Nnnooooooo!
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You also spelled "the" correctly 4 times. What's yer excuse?
You spelled it corredtly twice -- I was merely maintaining the ratio.
I'll have fresh pics of Medea for all to drool atop.
Start without me.
I'll be in the yard all weekend...
This is also the bad thing about the Internet, in that as much as you are anonymous, you can be just as rude and provocative as hell without IRL retaliation.
I long ago informed The Armorer of my True Name, and more lately my actual physical address. I think this acts to forestall me from excesses, at least when there is too much blood in my alcohol stream.
(I mind the story of the CEO of Avro-Canada, a Mr. Dobson, I believe, right after the CF-105 cancellation. It seems he stayed up very late that night, pacing along with a bottle, and about 0300, and 7/8ths into the bottle, he called up Prime Minister Diefenbaker at home and told him *exactly* what he thought of him. I imagine Dobby felt better, for a little while.)
P.s. I am usually careful not to have internetual relations with people who live nearby, mostly because IHTFP and all who voluntarily live here. I was shocked, I tell you, shocked, to find that Marine6 lives nearby. Dang! That's somebody else I'll have to remember not to be rude at! :-^
In the yard all weekend, Bill? Don't you know you're retired?
I will admit that the instant example of the latter sort of person has done many, many more good and cool things than I have done. Still, I do wonder, though. Surely it must be possible to do good and cool things without having such bad tastes and associating with such low-life folks?
I will stop for a while, as I believe that my ABC (alcohol blood content) is getting a bit low.
"Yardwork" means getting the propitty to the rear of the house looking more like "shade garden with koi pond, stream, and waterfall" and less like "hell's half-acre"...
All kidding aside, was your Wife's attempt at the establishment of a no kill shelter in your garage a success?
My dyslexic keyboard actually spelled "the" correctly every time this outing. No excuses for same.
Helicopters, and those who fly them, are just strange, though often welcome and helpful.