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Hoagy, GET TO THE MODEL!!!!

I took this picture of a glacier while up on the roof a week or 3 ago

The last I heard the fire was started on the 4th floor due to faulty wiring in a refrigerator

Is hoagy doing the dishes?

The wilds of Canada lol. Darren is in Portland

Michelle!!!

I will feel cheated if Michelle doesn't call in from s Japanese fast food restaurant

Quote from: (Sandman) Logan-5 on June 11, 2017, 11:48:00 PM
Good to see you willy. 

thanks buddy youall too

Hoagy, GET TO THE MODEL!!!!

The Westgate lv released odds for next year's cup with the Penn's the favorite at 8-1

It's hard to say how much longer doc can do games at this high level. I hope he rests up and can't wait to hear him call the next season

Doc and Pierre are in rare form once again!! It's amazing the respect the coaches and players show Pierre when he does his interviews during stoppage in play

Quote from: gnooryblows on June 08, 2017, 12:39:21 AM
im going to let a man inside me, that's the answer

sounds legit

Quote from: comaphobe on June 03, 2017, 10:38:58 PM
braapz n' beerboxes 2U too

am on my way to get beerbox

Hoagy GET TO THE MODEL!!!!!

Quote from: ShayP on June 03, 2017, 10:38:49 PM
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its sure to grow..I didn't know he was actually back

Braaaaps

Quote from: albrecht on June 02, 2017, 04:22:49 PM
How does pup like the new place? Is that a glacier in the background of the photo? I thought Al Gore Jr and Hollywood actors told us a decade ago that they will all would've have melted by now?

the move has been hard on my dog but I've seen improvement's the last couple of days. He spent a week hiding in a pile of dirty cloths and coming out at night to pee on the floor

My dog wishes it would warm up

Quote from: GravitySucks on June 02, 2017, 12:35:20 PM
http://www.breitbart.com/sports/2017/06/01/tennis-star-navratilova-wants-arena-renamed-traditional-marriage-controversy/

court court is a pretty cool name

Maybe it's just me but a women chopping off heads is a very soothing asmr type of deal

As this picture clearly shows I suffered some "water" damage under my "device". So as you can see I had to cut the carpet out and burn it

It's silly to think we can stop women from voting. A more logical and humane thing to do is just make their votes only count maybe half of what a man vote counts as. Even better the womens vote should be just modeled after the bit coin meaning there are only so many women votes available so you all can each get fractional of a vote. Of course if you are hot looking broad you earn more vote fractions.

Quote from: Schlyder7 on May 17, 2017, 07:12:44 PM
4 - 0 for the Sens after the first 20 minutes. Where the fuck was that on Monday?   LOL Fleury yanked.  Pens fans starting to worry.

I a bit surprised at the score but not shocked. The Penn's got beat up pretty bad on Monday and they are skating like a worn out team

Quote from: bateman⭐️ on May 17, 2017, 11:06:38 AM
... Are there containers of poo in your car?

yes there are many used poo boxes of many variation. Mostly the standard Miller lite 18 pack boxes though. They stored pretty good while the weather was cold but it got up to 65 today so my car is pretty much ruined. The seams seemed to of held up pretty good on the boxes on the back seat but I'm a bit concerned about what's in the trunk. I think I pooed in a franzia box of wine and placed it there. The box wine is not as sturdy as it looks.

Quote from: bateman⭐️ on May 16, 2017, 10:03:13 PM
Update needed

I am moving north this weekend to a non friendly poo burning town. But my new place is within walking distance to a glacier so I expect to burn some poo on it hopefully soon. I hope to be able to burn what poo I have stored in my Toyota before I move.

Quote from: SredniVashtar on May 16, 2017, 03:54:24 PM
This is to show you what I'm up against. There must be a dozen of those slithery bastards there.

I deal with big ass slugs by leaving beer bottles about half full around the bases of what is in planter boxes. The slugs freaking love beer (Miller lite) and go straight into the bottles where they drown and leave my plants alone. Might work on snails

Hey falkie. All this talk about you going to jail makes pretty good sense when considering all the benefits being locked up affords a guy. But hey big guy I think I know of a great way for you to get rich! Screw the men's prison and head over to the woman's jail! Take your awesome recording device and interview the good looking and slutty convicts. You can then create a service kinda like eHarmony but instead of love your service will be all about conjugal visits. Heck big guy you might even find the next Kathy there.

Quote from: ge30542 on May 13, 2017, 08:15:43 PM
"Doc Emerick on the mend", thats code for hung over lke a motherfucker

I am worried and will monitor the situation.

Quote from: Seraphim27 on May 14, 2017, 03:50:52 AM
Please allow me (or skip) this long-ass, self-indulgent, navel-gazing post at this moment in time.

I recently got a pretty decent job with a major wireless service provider. Its current marketing campaign centers around the fact that we stole the "Can you hear me now?" guy ... and that's all I'll say about that. If you watch commercials, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Anyway, after years of sickeningly stressful jobs in the PR/Marketing industry -- meeting with clients, making sure they're happy and all the "low-hanging fruit" has been grabbed and our "success metrics" have been met ... and all the while, billing and billing and billing by the hour until I met my billing quota -â€" this current gig is exactly the job I thought I always wanted: a low-stress, assembly-line-type job, a corporate writer (drone) in a sea of corporate writers, plugging away at mindless work and, in turn, getting a paycheck that's so excessive, it's guilt-inducing.

Specifically, as a former journalist, I'm now tasked with trailing along behind the technical writers and making their copy relatable to other human beings. I write, I rewrite, I edit, I punctuate. It takes almost zero brain power on my part and I get to use my skills to make another decent writer look extraordinary, which puts an altruistic spin on the whole thing. Meanwhile, I'm one of a large pool of "lifestyle content specialists" and we all telecommute from all over the country. I work from home. I work in pajamas. I vape while I write. If the work gets too tedious, I can toss back a vodka-and-grapefruit juice or catch up on the latest episode of "Better Call Saul" and no one would know. I am hashtag-blessed for the moment.

So here's where I'm going with this: Recently the company offered me a $20K bonus with an oh-so-corporate catch: It's got strings attached. I have to go off-salary and earn it during the hours when I'm not making my actual salary, and I have a window of six weeks to do it. I did the math and I believe I have to work about 19 hours a day, every day, including weekends, if I want that $20K. And hell yes, I want that $20K.

Don't get me wrong: The bonus isn't all or nothing. Every Friday I get a check with a portion of that $20K -- whatever I've earned that week. And that's been glorious. This past Friday, my "extra check" was $2,200. So yeah, sleep is for the weak. I need a new car.

So tonight I'm sitting here at 4 a.m. on a Sunday -- although to me it's still Saturday, as I started clocking these hours around 6 p.m. It's lonely as hell, editing all these documents, tweaking their HTML codes, adjusting fonts and formatting them, here alone in my house in the dead of night.

I have a list of documents from which I'm working. I doggedly plug away at them. And then suddenly I realize the list is changing. Someone out there -- some technical writer -- is ADDING more documents to my folder. Like, right now.

The action in itself isn't out of the ordinary -- the technical writers always add their work to this particular file and my job is to grab it, clean it up and pass it along down the assembly line of words to another file, where someone else will grab my stuff and review it, etc. etc. etc. It's just the TIMING right now that's weird -- this lonely, lonely time in the middle of the night and suddenly I see that another human being is out there, somewhere, working with me.

I want to reach out to her. According to the metadata on the doc, her name is Meredith. I want to boot up our intraoffice messaging system, find her name among the thousands of people in this company and shoot her a message. Because what's her deal? Is she also chasing after a $20K carrot that's being dangled in front of her? Or does she just have a shitload of work to do and she's sick with stress about getting it done? Maybe she came home late from a bar, tipsy, wired and unable to sleep and thought, "Well hell, I guess I'll write some technical documents." Or maybe, like me, she lives alone with a couple of cats and her Saturday nights kind of suck like mine. If she throws herself into her work in the middle of the night, maybe she won't feel like she's the only one in the universe who isn't sleeping in the arms of another human being or out on the town having a blast. At least that's how I deal.

I want to message her: "Meredith! HEY, MEREDITH! I'm here too! You're not alone at 4 a.m.! Who are you? Why are you here? Your writing is good! I'm happy to be editing it!"

But I don't. Because that would be weird. And really, I'm projecting my own shit on poor Meredith, whoever she is. She and her husband probably just got done having hot sex. He went right to sleep. She tossed and turned and finally decided to get up and work. Tomorrow they're going to a Mother's Day brunch. He'll give her flowers. Her kids will give her cute gifts they picked out themselves. So she's working late because she knows she'll be cherished tomorrow (today) and doesn't want work looming over her and spoiling it.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here with questions like "Are all my Saturday nights going to be like this?" and "Who's going to take care of me when I'm old?"

I went to the liquor store today to get a bottle of rosé and some Bailey's. The cashier handed me a rose. "Happy Mother's Day!" he said. "We're giving complimentary roses to all of our customer-mothers." I didn't want to make it weird and tell him that I'm not a mother and I can't have kids and it breaks my heart every damn day. So yeah, there's a rose in a vase on my bedside table now. I should toss it, but I love flowers. I wonder if Meredith is also single and childless and if people mistake her for a mother every year on this weekend too.

So yeah, kids, welcome to the inside of my head. It was shocking as hell tonight to see another person online working a few minutes ago. In a company with thousands and thousands of people, it looks like we're the only two people who are logged into the company intranet. So, being the "OHMYGAWWWWWD I'M SOOOOO BORED IN THIS JOBBBBBBBB" soul that I am, I couldn't help but wonder: "Who the hell is Meredith and what's her story?"

Unfortunately, I'll never get up the nerve to ask her. We can only imagine though.

If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading. I guess I'd better get back to work. But to make this post relevant, yeah, that's why I always loved Art. No matter how lonely I felt, he was always a voice in the dark ... and he was as weird as I was. Noory is .... fine ... but it's not the same.

Happy Mother's Day to all you BellGabber Mothers!

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