Discuss.
I've been watching Bad Judge recently after downloading the first and only series. I rather like it. Pity it was cancelled.
What else is there?
Okay, I'll start.
So...
There were two fish in a tank.
One turns to the other and says,
"Do you even know how to drive this thing?"
........
Discuss.
Of course I do. I'm an intelligent, strong, independent female fish who prefers sex with male fish. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
No irony deficiency here...yet.
I just watched the 1970 version of Wuthering Heights and now I'm watching the BBC 1983 mini series version of Jane Eyre.
I just made the world's most delicious Miso salad dressing - Miso paste+rice vinegar+garlic+ginger+sesame oil+soy sauce. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
and who invited Matthew Paust to this party?
He'll just come in here with his calm, sane, rational, unbiased, impartial, humorous, nonjudgmental, opinions, and ruin the whole damned thing.
God, I *hate* that man!
:)
I lost 3 pounds last week.
A Joke by Neil Hamburger
Q: Why won't rapists eat at Denny's?
A: Because it's hard to rape someone when you have diarrhea.
Oh, no wait, it's not Denny's. It's TGI Fridays.
Hold on, let me check.
Yeah, it's TGI Fridays. Why won't rapists eat at TGI Friday's, not Denny's.
Although, you know, it kind of works both ways.
If I had made up the joke I would have picked The Cheesecake Factory. I hate The Cheesecake Factory.
No, wait, I mean I hate The Old Spaghetti Factory. I went on a date to The Old Spaghetti Factory and ordered a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and a cup of black coffee and twenty minutes after we left the restaurant I had diarrhea. Bad diarrhea.
Now that I think about it thought that may have not been The Old Spaghetti Factory's fault. You order spaghetti and meatballs and a cup of black coffee and you are kind of asking for it.
We went directly from The Old Spaghetti Factory (hereafter referred to as TOSF) to an art gallery. The second we walked in I knew I had to use the restroom.
The art galley had one restroom. For men and women.
And there was a line.
I told my date I had to leave. I said I had left my wallet at TOSF and that I would be right back.
I drove around looking for a place where I could go diarrhea. I spotted a Yoshinoya Beef Bowl. I walked in and asked if I could use the restroom.
They told me I had to buy something. For customer's only, they said. So I bought a Chicken Teriyaki bowl. I brought it into the restroom with me. I placed it at my feet and did my business. When I was done I took the Chicken Teriyaki bowl and dumped it into the toilet. I don't know why I did that. I flushed.
When I got back to the art gallery my date was hanging out with some friends of hers. One was a guy I knew she had slept with even though she wouldn't admit it. I could tell by the way they looked at each other when they were talking. They held eye contact for a beat too long.
I'm not quite sure what the point of this is.
At first I thought the point was, Hey, don't go to TOSF. But know I realize that you don't need to go to TOSF to order a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and a cup of coffee. You could do that anywhere.
You could do it at home if you wanted.
But don't. I'm telling you. It doesn't feel good.
I don't know a lot of jokes. That was the only one. Good night.
Chris, thank you for sharing. That must've been hard. I, too, know the pain of mixing pasta and caffeine. More tears in my story, though.
I once made a venison ghoulash thing at home and put too much chilli peppers in it. I used Scotch Bonnets. It gave me the doodies for three days.
Next time youse have diarrhea, take loperamide, the generic version of Imodium--http://www.drugs.com/imodium.html
It also works wonders with a rumbly gut.
Dat's all. Over 'n' out.
You can't beat the ash of a ghoul.
I mentioned Chris Okum today on Facebook in the context of Metta Sama's post about the white supremacy of AWP (white supremacy not restricted to AWP):
I wrote, One more thing, with the thought of Chris Okum in mind, why not an article about Nathaniel Hawthorne's fuckstyle? I have not read Hawthorne's notebooks (now of interest due to the article I read [in _The Writer's Chronicle_]). Nevertheless, my guess is that Hawthorne's fiction might be the best source for surmising his fuckstyle.
Since I have bothered to cross-hatch in this exact way today, today, which is now (my college Shakespeare professor asked me in his sophomore fiction class, "Do you want to be a whicher?") let me ask myself why, considering that this thread, the present one, relates, without any need to surmise, to Chris Okum's diarrhea style.
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or his narrator's
While performing with his band on a Memphis cable access talk show Tav Falco was asked by the woman hosting the show - who clearly detested his authentic rendering of the rock and roll blues - why he insisted on playing 'anti-music.' His response? 'Because this is an anti-musical environment.'
Chris, would you consider serving as moderator for the next GOP "presidential" debate?
I would make them watch this:
It would do them good. And, therefore, us.
Two Mexicans walk in a bar.
They order Canadian cervezas.
One turns to the other and said, "Why do gringos have burns on their faces the morning after a Halloween party?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Bobbing for French fries."
...cough cough...
I'm not going to patronize this site if people are making offensive remarks about Canadians. I'm leaving, off to Facebook to talk shit about JL Davis.
Two Canadians walk in this bar...
...hack wheeze...