Balls. I bet we can't get the Amazon Visa up in the Great White North. But I should check it out. (When I'm good and sober.)
Ahhh, nothing like a midday mimosa buzz. Brunch ended up being a 3 1/2 hour affair with talking the owner of the restaurant into pitchers of mimosas. We were trying for pitchers of the "orange julians" but apparently there are liquor laws against such things so we settled for the mimosas. I mean it is practically fruit juice so I can put all of my worries about alcoholism to rest, can't I? I think I am going to break down and get a Kindle, but my better judgement is telling me to stay off Amazon right now.
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You can make that two people who live in Indiana who could give a flying crap about the 500. And I've been......three times, I think. If you also could give two craps about Notre Dame I'll immediately start work on our Best Friends quilt. Or I'll have one of the TiBettes make it. Or I'll find someplace to buy one. Or I'll keep playing video games instead.
Let's go with video games. I'm gonna play me some inFamous and/or Mortal Kombat before I go to work and/or a poker game. Fuck Notre Dame. I am a Purdue Alumni, and Notre Dame can go fuck itself. Their fans were complete assholes, second only to Ohio State.
No sir, fuck YOU! Notre Dame is awesome. My veins flow green and gold. I even once saw a leprechaun in a tree... EDIT: If you want a quilt, I'd love to participate. When the TiBettes are finished jumping on trampolines and braiding each others' hair, we can start a sewing circle!
I figured you'd say something like that. That's usually the line you get from once great programs that are down on their luck. Pay no attention to me, Jerome Bettis still gives me nightmares.
A legacy of covering up rape allegations? Oh yes, TiB. I went there. Following this, how do we skip ahead to the TiBettes scissoring each other into oblivion? What do I have to do to make that happen? If it involves some ritualistic suicide, I'd happily take that bullet for my TiB colleagues. What can I say, I'm a utilitarian through and through. Plus Fernathonies talking about Wrath of Khan reminded me of how the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few..............or the one.
This might only be funny to me because it's my family, but I figure I would share anyway. One of our old family videos takes a turn for the worst. I just wish I knew how to make the audio sync a little better.
HAHA!! Is this real? Which one is you? Let me guess....the little guy playing peek a boo behind the couch?
What a day.... spent a bit of it floating on my lake catching a few rainbow trout, and am now BBQ'ing up some chicken thighs that have been drowned in a home-made, sweet and spicy bbq sauce. Made up a Caesar salad dressing earlier that is brewing in the fridge right now, and it's bound to be nice and spicy when chow time comes along. (Seriously... if you let your Caesar salad dressing sit for a while, it's like letting a good wine decant... the flavours just grow and become fucking awesome). And so many people discount the chicken thigh, and yet it's one of the best BBQ foods ever. Self-basting because of the fat in it, and the skin on it that bbq's up to crispy goodness. Mmmm. Friends are coming over in a few minutes with their kids to go kayaking on the lake; dinner, a few beers will be had, cigars on the dock around the campfire, and we'll be enjoying the surprisingly sunny and warm weather before it turns to shit later on. Great way to end the weekend, and start the summer.
Ha ha nope, I'm the one doing the weird arm thing in the beginning. My little brother is doing the peek a boo bit and my older brother is the...gymnast.
As this is the Happy Drunk Thread, I am going to try to keep my levity about this: Some of you may recall me bitching about my darling neighbors around Christmas. I had to call the cops because the guy was beating his girlfriend and her screams were resonating through the building. Later he would apologise about all that and explain that they have a meth problem and they lost custody of their four children. I was elated to learn that they were moving and presumably getting help. They packed shit up, loaded a trailer, tried to give us a bunch of shitty furniture, and vanished. Soon there was an eviction notice on their door. I rejoiced, thinking that I would never have to listen to her yelling obscenities nonstop and him trying to kill her. Honestly, I didn't blame him, her voice makes me feel violent. Two months of silence and more notices pile up on their door. Until last week. THEY MOVED BACK IN. They are making every effort to be nice, trying to engage in conversation in passing. We are polite, but guarded. This afternoon the harpy is shrieking. I can tell they are using again. My kids are going to their dads in a couple of hours, this is good because I can predict tonight will be a battle night for the neighbors. TIB- Help me. I have no qualms with inviting five-oh over. I just want to laugh at some horrible retribution ideas in the meantime. What would TIB do??
I am exceedingly envious of you. Would you mind posting your Caesar dressing recipe in the cooking thread? I am actually looking for a good Greek dressing recipe...you wouldn't happen to have one of those, would you?