To my Midwestern ears it seems most of the people I've spoken with in maritime towns from New Jersey to New Hampshire have slightly varying accents. Go inland and it is less obvious. It could just be the hospital and clinic receptionists I was calling on too. I'm sure I sound just as funny to them.
Ho-Lee-Shitsnacks. http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/201...ltiple_meetings_with_alleged_drug_dealer.html
My first roommate in college, his mom was from south Boston and she came to visit once and the letter R isn't even in her alphabet. It was ridiculous listening to her speak. She asked for a fahk to eat her food with. I get that people have accents and whatnot, but I can't imagine being unable to use the letter R.
Did you see the video where he gets confronted by the media? It looks almost like an Anthony Weiner style call-out.
On Monday a dude came up to me asking where a certain room number was so he could deliver something. He had a legit Russian accent, which surprisingly I had never heard in person before. I badly wanted to ask him if he was looking for the nuclear wessels.
Thanks to this board, I have now officially seen the coolest pumpkin carving ever! No don't link to some great "pumpkin artistry" to try to refute me. Autobot gourd wins.
I may be focusing on the wrong thing here, but can someone tell me why, when cameras can photograph a gnat's asshole from the moon, that prick reporter has to hold his camera 6 inches from Ford's face? The cocksucker needs a beating.
Pineapple artistry. Spoiler I did the one on the left and the pineapple, my girlfriend did the ghost in the center. Pineapple wins- at least it did last weekend! The one on the left started as a bulls-eye but I screwed it up and turned it into a "Big gaping hole."
I was out in the parking lot of my building before on the way to get some lunch and it was storming pretty bad. My office is literally right next to the airport so its rather loud here all day. Anyway, there is a very thick blanket of clouds covering all of Texas right now and I hear the unmistakable sound of a plane flying low coming in for a landing. But I don't see anything. And its just getting louder. I keep looking up at the sky just over the building and suddenly a 747 just appears from the clouds a few hundred feet over the top of the building. You can watch planes fly overhead all day, but theres nothing like a 747 flying low and slow right over your location. Its just such a force. I felt like a little kid again for 30 seconds.
I remember being in the middle of the Pacific and they were doing an air power demonstration. We were told to prepare for a supersonic fly-by of the port side and looking forward, you could barely make out one of the F/A18 Super Hornets coming towards the ship. You could barely hear it pass by until the sonic boom kicked in. Definitely had a little kid moment watching that.
I'm bored. The asshole NP at CVS doesn't come back from lunch til 2:30. Annnnd I'm no scientist, but I'm pretty sure my skin TB test is negative.
We were promised a massive rain event. I was anticipating the rain, and the sleeps that come with the rain. Instead we got mad crazy humidity and some drizzles. Lame.
I got a text from the owner of the bar I work at, a very nice 55 year old woman, and she said I know what you are doing for Halloween and I need you to wear a shirt that says Titties and Beer.
Yeah, I ran in that yesterday. Thought I was gonna blow away and looked like a drowned rat. Today is so nice I'm probably going to guilt myself into doing more today.
Hang out in Ft. Lauderdale and you stumble upon a perm haired hobo playing acoustic guitar in a park while a bunch of teens gather around him. One of the kids claims they are Maurice Gibbs' son. That's too obscure not to be true because nobody under 40 knows or cares about the Beegees including their own family. The ex-80s rocker hobo then exchanges numbers with my friend, later calls to invite my friend out for a peyote spirit journey in the Everglades. Also can he borrow $50 because one of his songs is now on the Amazon charts 20 years later and BMI doesn't have a mailing address to send him a check. Welcome to Florida. Now drink.
We just got soft drizzles and frizzy hair. I think Dallas got way more than we did, and God knows south Texas is getting a much needed drenching. Today is technically a 'rest day', but with everything so nice I kind of want to take my bar outside and do some work there.
It's raining like a bitch outside, I'm soaked, the decorations are soaked, where's the fucking beer and weed.