Urgent RECALL!!
 

It was peanut butter and banana, on wonder bread, fried.

Unlisted numbers do very little to stop telemarketers as the numbers are usually called and generated randomly.

Phone stuff salsa
 

But god that's so annoying to have to dial your number after you've dialed their number. And there are services, that if you dial a number that's not the number you're calling from, it won't put you through. So you get fucked if you're using a calling card.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

I come back from a day of pampering at the day spa to find that you are STILL discussing telemarketers. This is more annoying than telemarketing calls themselves, not to mention a goddamned waste of talent and bandwidth.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Fuck you.

Oh, and, happy birthday.




Edited to note that I threw in a gratuitous story of dad/girlfriend incriminating photos, what more could I have done?

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Actually, the "bday" was a misspelling of bidet, but I decided that was too personal for the post and edited it out.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

And, besides, we want you to get your K in real style today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

:partytime :drums:
:cheers: :cheers: :cheers:

god's eyes
 

That's what I did after we moved and I guess were poorer. Except we pretended our bikes were cars and would park them in parking spaces of nearby businesses (after they were closed). We weren't as into the dead animals.

Alas, so many of my bikes got stolen that I think eventually my parents stopped replacing them quickly enough and I had to walk.

FYFI
 

Are you fucking kidding me? Did you miss the sex toys?
The naked woman?

And besides, it was an entirely different discussion about fucking telemarketers - not a continuation. FYFI.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Well, Okay, then, Happy Bidet instead!

god's eyes
 

You were lucky. I got 1 bike stolen (I even helped to pay for it with my allowance money) and that was it. No more bikes until I could pay for it all myself. I guess we were really really poor - that, and living in the hood didn't help. Why buy something else for people to steal?

god's eyes
 

If you were so poor, how did your parents afford so many bikes?

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

What about me?

Query
 

Who will win the I was poorer than you battle? I will withdraw from the competition by noting that I was solidly middle class. Somewhere below having a doctor for a parent and above hearing my parent announce the blue light specials.

But please, continue. It is riveting.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Happy birthday, Tex Lex. And I won't even say fuck you, because your husband seems to have that covered.

For those who are keeping score, today is my Grandma's birthday. I don't think she cares whether anyone on an internet board wishes her a happy birthday though, as she does not own a computer.



Edited. Grammar. And spelling.

god's eyes
 

I never thought of that! Next time I will certainly remember to leave that part out as it might make my protestations of poverty ring false.

god's eyes
 

We had no bikes but we did get to eat the dead animals that the richer poor kids, like pertermitted child, ran over with their bikes.

One year for christmas, I got a bike horn from a really nice colonel in the salvation army at the mission we lived in. I strapped it to my head with a piece of string I found at the garabage dump and pretended I was a bike. toot toot beep beep.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

:guitar: :flowers:
:dance: :dance: :dance:

poorer than you
 

Dude! That was you? I remember you! We lived in the box next door to the mission. Remember - where you used to chase the rats out of the crack house!

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

My grandmother was so poor that she had to sell the rights to her birthday.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

WOW!

Your grannie got a birthday she could sell.

(Note to Penske: real poor people have grannies, grandmas or, if Irish, nanas)

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Thank you on both counts.

-TL

All I can say is that when switched to an unlisted number, and before I signed up for the various do not call lists, the volume of telemarketers calling dropped off.

Modigliani dies
 

Who cares about Robert Palmer and that other dead guy? Modigliani died yesterday!

(http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn...2003Sep25.html)

Oy! I can't take this emotional rollercoaster!
 

Appeals Court Smiles on 'Do Not Call' List.

Let me guess. A unanimous three-judge panel will be overturned by a unanimous en banc panel.

This is the most boring fucking FB Friday EVER
 

Actually, I just made that part up. We were so poor we didn't have grandparents, thus I lacked the frame of reference as to what one would be called.

Joe Schmo
 

For your weekend reading pleasure, an article about our favorite protagonist, and the crappy actors and producers trying to bring him down.

http://slate.msn.com/id/2088906/

For Sidd
 

This Plimpton Obituary contains the following quote from Plimpton about a conversation with George Bush while the election results were still pending: "He wanted to talk about Sidd Finch," Plimpton recalled. "I thought that was rather odd."

Oy! I can't take this emotional rollercoaster!
 

Only if they're in California.

Did they buy a shovel?
 

poorer than you
 

Oh wow! that was you in the box. That must have been great to have that box as a shelter from the elements. We slept out on the fire escape of the mission. Sucked when it rains. Luckily that only happens a few hundred times a year in Seattle.

Jerry's kid
 

Hmmmm. The brain damage occurred earlier than we thought.

god's eyes
 

After my Dad died, I helped my mom sort and box up his stuff for storage, goodwill, etc. When I found the condom stash in the top drawer of his dresser, I couldn't help but laugh. My mom was really embarrassed.

telemarketers
 

The Displaced Dog is good for that too. He acts as my door bell and is pretty good about continuing to bark if I don't tell him to shut up. The Displaced Puppy hasn't encountered a door knock yet so I'm not sure how much of a deterrant she's going to be.

god's eyes
 

I was going to go with the obvious snide comment here, and then decided that making a joke about idle (who seems to be a really nice person)'s late father tom-catting around behind idle's mom's back was in poor taste.

Good job by me.

str8

Did they buy a shovel?
 

Wow. A Dodge Ram?
If it's possible, my opinion of him/her has sunk to an all new level.

god's eyes
 

Girl scout for ten years, free use of sail boats in years four through ten. We made those God's Eye things, but they were called something else.

I was also technically in the boy scouts towards the latter years of high school.

god's eyes
 

And vice versa.

A(late contender for BotD?)G

Urgent RECALL!!
 

There is no such thing as a centrifugal force.

(This is a physics test. Respond as you dare.)

god's eyes
 

Why did they have 8 year olds making keychains at camp anyway? Who has keys at 8?

I was a cub scout, a weeblo, and a boy scout. I went to Boy Scout camp a couple of times, but the hikes and canoe trips were far better than camp. I was a Life Scout, but (to avoid confusion 15 years later on the FB), I did not reach the rank of Eagle Scout.

Edited to add: Actually the hikes sucked. I was happy after we had stopped for the day, but no matter how beautiful the scenery, the hike was never worth it.

The canoe trips were good because the dads went as a group and we got to eat steak almost every night. The dads spent their days in the back of each canoe telling us to row, and their nights sharing cases of Bud or Coors.