Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski (Post 376876)

my kid is 20 now. she just got back from visiting New Zealand. she was there for half of 11th grade, and went back to visit her friends.

the school she attended was a very expensive place, so one would think the kids would all be in college, but of her group of about 10 friends, I think 2 are in college. the rest work as clerks in stores or hotels or some where.

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 376897)

Got that one wrong.

TM

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 376906)

I used to lift weights, so I know that. I just haven't spotted anyone in a while, which means I was consciously trying to keep my nuts out of the guy's face.

Originally Posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.) (Post 376913)

Why do you say that? He didn't tell coltrane he had a nice bubble ass.

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 376820)

I was working at the Limited, wearing Forenza sweaters backwards, and doing the Safety Dance, thank you very much.

Originally Posted by Not Bob (Post 376922)

And ignoring people like me. Who looked sorta like this (and, yes, I even had the candle stuck in the chianti basket wine bottle thing in my room) in 1983:

http://dealbreaker.com/spicoli_l.jpg

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski (Post 376876)

my kid is 20 now. she just got back from visiting New Zealand. she was there for half of 11th grade, and went back to visit her friends.

the school she attended was a very expensive place, so one would think the kids would all be in college, but of her group of about 10 friends, I think 2 are in college. the rest work as clerks in stores or hotels or some where.

None of them live at home anymore, and they have lifestyles that seem to track where I was once I got a job after college. Certainly they have lifestyles better than I can promise my kid will have (w/o help) if she were to graduate in a year or two.

Plus, they live in paradise. I almost think to suggest she move there. What the fuck are we doing with all this schooling and mindless rat race?

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 376901)

In the locker room? Or whilst working out?

Speaking of the gym, I was asked to spot a guy on the bench press yesterday. I have no idea why he asked a skinny guy like me. I was not lifting weights, and was only in the area doing stomach exercises. I was really happy nothing went wrong.

Also speaking of the gym, when I was showering in one of the stalls a few weeks ago, I heard a high-pitched scream, followed by a THUMP! outside of the stalls in the general shower area. Some guy completely wiped out, and was immediately offered assistance by the maintenance guy who was, I think, mopping the floors. I see nothing, but hear "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I assume the maintenance guy was attempting to offer him a hand. I can't imagine being sprawled out on the floor of the gym shower, in pain and completely naked - how emasculating was that for him?

For some reason, I thought all of this was hilarious.

But maybe I am evil.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 376925)

I had a meeting last year which turned into drinks with a woman who lived there in her twenties. Your post reminded me of the way she described the place. Considerable regret about coming back to the states (and she has a killer job), and not having what sounds like incomparably gorgeous country around her all the time.

Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane? (Post 376901)

In the locker room? Or whilst working out?

Speaking of the gym, I was asked to spot a guy on the bench press yesterday. I have no idea why he asked a skinny guy like me. I was not lifting weights, and was only in the area doing stomach exercises. I was really happy nothing went wrong.

Also speaking of the gym, when I was showering in one of the stalls a few weeks ago, I heard a high-pitched scream, followed by a THUMP! outside of the stalls in the general shower area. Some guy completely wiped out, and was immediately offered assistance by the maintenance guy who was, I think, mopping the floors. I see nothing, but hear "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I assume the maintenance guy was attempting to offer him a hand. I can't imagine being sprawled out on the floor of the gym shower, in pain and completely naked - how emasculating was that for him?

For some reason, I thought all of this was hilarious.

But maybe I am evil.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 376926)

Guy sounds like a dick who couldn't bear to have the help assist him. I hope he broke his coccyx bone.

Originally Posted by Penske_Account (Post 376931)

That's cold comrade! I broke mine two years ago heli skiing the Chugach in Alaska and it still hasn't healed.

Originally Posted by Diane_Keaton (Post 376930)

My ex, a Fat, slept through the alarm and got a call from someone at his sales training meeting, where he was supposed to be. He was hung over from a night of drinking with his Glengarry Glen Ross training buddies. Anyhow, he BOLTS from bed and jumps into the shower and I can see him in there soap flying everywhere when WHUMP. He slips on the soapy floor of the tub, grabs the shower curtain (like duh) and his fat, naked, hairy, soapy 6'4 body comes crashing down along with the curtain -- landing 1/2 on the floor with one leg still in the tub. In a small pool of blood cause he bit his lip on the way down. I'm still in bed and see him and all his largesse lying there moaning, the (dense) hair on his butt still soaped up, still hanging on to that damn shower curtain. As much as I felt bad for him, after that pitiful sight, I knew it was over. Poor guy.

Carry on.

Originally Posted by cheval de frise (Post 376936)

You really have an ability to bring a scene to life.

Originally Posted by Diane_Keaton (Post 376930)

My ex, a Fat, slept through the alarm and got a call from someone at his sales training meeting, where he was supposed to be. He was hung over from a night of drinking with his Glengarry Glen Ross training buddies. Anyhow, he BOLTS from bed and jumps into the shower and I can see him in there soap flying everywhere when WHUMP. He slips on the soapy floor of the tub, grabs the shower curtain (like duh) and his fat, naked, hairy, soapy 6'4 body comes crashing down along with the curtain -- landing 1/2 on the floor with one leg still in the tub. In a small pool of blood cause he bit his lip on the way down. I'm still in bed and see him and all his largesse lying there moaning, the (dense) hair on his butt still soaped up, still hanging on to that damn shower curtain. As much as I felt bad for him, after that pitiful sight, I knew it was over. Poor guy.

Carry on.

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 376892)

"Your final score is 13 out of 15 questions."

I thought I'd get them all.

TM

Originally Posted by Sidd Finch (Post 376944)

And so you started cheating on him, and years later he found out, and then you dumped him, and as a result of all that emotional trauma he's now unwilling to fuck Sunny.

Right?

Originally Posted by cheval de frise (Post 376947)

Let's not shine the flashlight on this one anymore. Some things are better left buried.

CDF

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 376926)

Guy sounds like a dick who couldn't bear to have the help assist him. I hope he broke his coccyx bone.

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 376950)

I once fell getting into the shower. I lay there for a minute or so, trying to figure out how hurt I was, and how long it might be until someone found my cold, dead body if I couldn't get up. Then I realized I'd cut my toe somehow, and other than that, I wasn't much hurt.

When I told my mother, she laughed.

I still haven't completely forgiven her.

Originally Posted by robustpuppy (Post 376960)

When I was 8 mos. pregnant with my son I made the mistake of trying to shave my legs in the shower (not the tub) by propping a leg up on the shower wall while standing on the other leg (as opposed to my usual method of standing on my head). Of course, my other leg slipped out from under me and I landed on my coccyx. Luckily, I was not so stupid as to try to do that when I was home alone, and my husband was able to hoist me out of the shower by commandeering a crane hired by our McMansion-building neighbor from hell who was having a spiral staircase installed in the master suite.

I still approach that shower stall with trepidation.

Originally Posted by robustpuppy (Post 376960)

When I was 8 mos. pregnant with my son I made the mistake of trying to shave my legs in the shower (not the tub) by propping a leg up on the shower wall while standing on the other leg (as opposed to my usual method of standing on my head). Of course, my other leg slipped out from under me and I landed on my coccyx. Luckily, I was not so stupid as to try to do that when I was home alone, and my husband was able to hoist me out of the shower by commandeering a crane hired by our McMansion-building neighbor from hell who was having a spiral staircase installed in the master suite.

I still approach that shower stall with trepidation.

Originally Posted by Penske_Account (Post 376931)

That's cold comrade! I broke mine two years ago heli skiing the Chugach in Alaska and it still hasn't healed.

Originally Posted by robustpuppy (Post 376960)

When I was 8 mos. pregnant with my son I made the mistake of trying to shave my legs in the shower (not the tub) by propping a leg up on the shower wall while standing on the other leg (as opposed to my usual method of standing on my head). Of course, my other leg slipped out from under me and I landed on my coccyx. Luckily, I was not so stupid as to try to do that when I was home alone, and my husband was able to hoist me out of the shower by commandeering a crane hired by our McMansion-building neighbor from hell who was having a spiral staircase installed in the master suite.

I still approach that shower stall with trepidation.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 376925)

I had a meeting last year which turned into drinks with a woman who lived there in her twenties. Your post reminded me of the way she described the place. Considerable regret about coming back to the states (and she has a killer job), and not having what sounds like incomparably gorgeous country around her all the time.

Originally Posted by Tyrone Slothrop (Post 376945)

13/15. I missed the first question and the last one.

Originally Posted by Penske_Account (Post 376968)

Luckily, I am not afraid of taking more than 20 advil in 20 hour period and just gulped those little motherfuckas like M&Ms. I rocked an IM marathon pr of 3:22 (hi coltrane!). The day after, though, i could barely walk.

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377014)

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377014)

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 377032)

Now that's the Eli Manning I expect to see in the playoffs--looking and acting like he's in way over his head. Of course, he had no receivers. I hate to say it, but, if the Giants had Plax, they win that game.

TM

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377033)

Receivers are overrated. (see ie TO).

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377033)

Receivers are overrated. (see ie TO).

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 377036)

Not when they keep you from stacking the line of scrimmage.

And I guess we'll see how overrated you think receivers are when you play Arizona and watch Fitzergerald catch everything within 20 yards of him. (Although, I think you guys beat AZ anyway.)

TM

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377037)

I'm a total mess about the game on Sunday. (And trust me, I wish the Iggles had a single receiver worth talking about.)

Originally Posted by Hank Chinaski (Post 377031)

what is the joke with the phone? he was calling the Giant's coaches to mock their game plan?

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 377035)

i.e, e.g, whatever. That's why I always say "for example." Cuz I'm real like that.

Originally Posted by bold_n_brazen (Post 377014)