those darn telemarketers
 

There's a state list? You mean I can plug my phone back in? Off to google I go...

Tales from the jungle
 

The irony is that I felt kinda like a teenage boy about him. Bc he was hot, but he needed to shut the fuck up, and the most that would happen, (if I were drunk enough and took all leave of my senses) would be one night. talk about cute but stupid.

Google is back in my good graces
 

Why would you want to?

Google is back in my good graces
 

That is correct. I didn't realize it was just a Canadian term. I use it frequently. There is even a "guide for cougars" on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg...glance&s=books

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Little dude, I have not been in a club since I was thirteen dancing to Shannon (or whoever sang "give me the night"). I was at the veyr bar I told you about earlier. The one with the two straights. :rolleyes:

those darn telemarketers
 

I think I'm on the state list and the federal one. I generally don't answer the phone unless I know who it is, but I have been getting these REALLY ANNOYING carpet cleaning calls where it's a recording but it pretends like it's really someone calling. And they don't leave a number -- they just have "press 8 if you are interested" or something. So I can't call back and yell (they have not called when I have been home).

I hate that.

fucking telemarketers
 

Fuck that. It's a matter of principle. I want him to know he's losing business because he's an idiot.

TM

Google is back in my good graces
 

Oh, no reason.

Do you go to the movies?

Tales from the jungle
 

Then I think you ran into the guy with the fake ID.

Apropos of the latter, wasn't getting your first fake ID the absolute best thing in the world? It was like Christmas...EVERY DAY.

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Sure...if Christmas in your house means drinking jug bottles of cheap vodka nd then puking in the driveway.

those darn telemarketers
 

The technique I've been seeing more lately is the stock broker cold-calling me at work, trying to get me to invest in some new thing. I've noticed that a few folks don't even mention the name of the firm anymore, they just say in a slightly exasperated voice, "This is Joan. Call me at 1-888-555-4325." As if I've got some preexisting relationship with this person (like they're a client, and I just don't recognize the contact person's name), have fucked something up, and better call them to figure out what it is.

I don't know why they think this "you've been a bad boy. Call now." technique is supposed to be effective. It hasn't been with me.

(Of course, I could be mistaken. Maybe it was just Penske calling again to complain about the typos in that latest Response and Counterclaim.)

Gattigap

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Wow . . . are we related?

Kinda like the way the family Thanksgiving always ended up at the golf course.

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We'd usually puke in one of the cars on blocks in the front yard. Ahhhh Christmas.

Did you get your fake when you were 15? B/c you're describing 15 yr old drinking. I was thinking more like 19. Or 17 if you're Canadian. Or 11 if you're European. Or 6 if you're Irish.

QE
 

Actually, the earliest golems were simply created to demonstrate that their rabbi creators had achieved the highest of contemplative states, thus allowing them to create a golem, then they were returned to the earth.

The most famous of golems did not do evil, but in fact saved the Jewish shtetl of Prague from being destroyed.

Also, the golem is a frequent mispronunciation of part of my name, giving rise to much hilarity amongst the more literate wags in my youth.

Tales from the jungle
 

Dont be a playa hata