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- Thread starter Wildcat Droppings
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That's Garnett. You should be here. I'm about 2 blocks from there. I'll pick you up if you like.
Don, where is your business? I am in downtown Atlanta right now near the Greyhound Station and Marta station.
107 Peachtree St., SW, Atlanta, GA 30303.
I played for 20 years and it drove me nuts. Didn't finish a single round the last 10 years.
Ouch...I force myself to finish no matter how bad I'm playing.
On the way. Need 10 minutes.
If you do get something going, and she buys an insurance policy on you, run like Hell. Forensic Files #867-5309.
You are a Zen Master, MavIndeed.
I haven't had that much fun since I sneaked back into the kitchen and screwed the top of the orange juice bottle on as tightly as I possibly could with a pair of channel locks (I think, but I might have just used grippy shelf liner) after she bitched about me "always screwing lids on too tight" (sic).
I waited until I saw her use the oj and put it back in the fridge, and then waited a little more until she fell asleep. I got the bottle out and twisted that mofo with a death grip. Next day we're both in the kitchen and she can't unscrew the lid...
Her: I can't get this lid off. I don't know why you always screw them on too tight (sic).
Me: (calmly) Well, I think you used it last, remember? Last night when you had a glass before bed?
Her: (stunned silence)
Me:(to myself)
I soooooo love passive aggressiveness.
Made my day
My friends used to place bets on what hole I'd quit.
The highlight of the last year was when I skulled a 7 iron on 4 straight shots, reared back and skipped that SOB 3 three times into the middle of a pond. Had to give it up because that was the only club I could hit anything with.
Does not look like a 55 million dollar azz iffin ya ask me..enter only iffin ya wanna see..
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I want to see the bad mama jama who risks her "marriage" for a night with Ghost. It's clear she's not married in her mind. IDGAS. In fact, it might could save her marriage. Ol dude in the corner like 
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Achingly long story, but I had to share. Feel free to skip, it won't hurt my feelings.
Well, the impossible happened -- my GD/MFing pool finally brought me some joy.
Yesterday afternoon wifey and I were working ("working" is actually a poor term to use because you can't work on a Sunday because that's a sin and you'll go to hell even if your ox is in a ditch and even if your preacher FIL eats at restaurants on Sundays thereby paying other people to work and thus benefiting from the fruits of their labor but that's not a sin because well just because so let's call not call it "working" k? k... but I digress) in the back yard. I was vacuuming the pool and mentioned -- out loud, yet mainly to myself -- that the pool's inlet nozzle needed adjusting so it directed the water more downward. Wifey immediately pipes up that she'll do it. Uh oh...
Me: That's ok, it's kinda hard to turn
Her: OH YOU THINK I CAN'T TURN A NOZZLE TO SUIT YOU?
Me: No, hunney, it's not that, it's just that it's kinda hard to turn.
Her: FINE. I'm just trying to help (walks off in a huff)
Good friggin' gosh, of all things to get worked up over. Anyways, the thing is hard to turn because (a) when the pump is on there's a lot of force behind the water and since the nozzle tip is threaded it's like trying to finger turn a nut on a lock washer, (b) the dumbass who installed the pool sorta/kinda buggered the threads, and (c) it's on the low end of the pool, so for somebody short, like her, they have to reach up over the pool and then down into the water, thereby making it hard to get any force with your fingertips. Ergo, it's somewhat difficult for a man and nearly impossible for a woman. But she ain't no shirker and BAH GAWD she can do anything a man can do.
I let it pass and go back to vacuuming. After a bit she wanders around towards that area and I casually say "hey, can you go ahead and adjust that nozzle while you're over there? " Tee hee, tee hee. I'm giddy with anticipation.
For once she doesn't smart off with something like "Oh you think I can do it now huh, what changed your mind? " or some bullshit like that. But I know she wants to say it. She needs to say it. I can feel it. It's palpable. But I also know she's thinking that this is her big chance to show me up, so she keeps her mouth shut. But she's gonna show me, dammit. She's gonna prove to me BAH GAWD that she can turn a nozzle to suit me.
Behind my sunglasses I watch her intently. Her hand reaches up and over the wall and as she grasps the nozzle a grimace crosses her face -- she can't turn it. The grimace immediately turns to abject horror because in that instant she realizes she was wrong and, more importantly -- and this is the critical, glorious point -- I. WAS. RIGHT. Oh she'd never admit defeat, of course, nor will she give up, but her stubbornness only sweetens the moment.
For the next 15 minutes I watch in rapt amazement as she vainly struggles to adjust that beautiful, wonderful nozzle. First one hand, then two, pausing between attempts, resting then giving maximum effort only to rest again. Time and time again she strives, yet nothing works. Nothing will work. That nozzle is her master, and she its bitch. I've never loved an inanimate object more deeply. Nay, I've never loved anything as much as I love that nozzle. In fact, I'm going to have it gold-plated (or at least chromed). What a time to be alive.
Finally, body hurting and ego crushed, she walks away mumbling something like "that's as close as I can get it, hope it's enough." "Yeah hon, that should do it. Thanks." Bwaaa haaa haaa haaa haaa haaa haaa. She didn't even rotate it through one second of arc, and she knows it. She knows she lost. I win, and I silently bask in the victory, my smirking, smug silence being far more gratifying than any words I could utter.
So, after wasting 7ish years, $10,000+ dollars, and literally hundreds of man-hours of precious, irreplaceable free time, that pool -- that worthless, God-forsaken vat of glorified pond scum spawned from the very Devil herself -- finally, FINALLY, lives up to its expectations.
It was worth every f**king penny.
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Instant classic. Well done, maverick…well done.
I want to see the bad mama jama who risks her "marriage" for a night with Ghost. It's clear she's not married in her mind. IDGAS. In fact, it might could save her marriage. Ol dude in the corner like
Good luck with that little marriage enhancement tweak.
Just linked up with Donfather here in Atlanta and had an amazing time. Dined at Ted Turner's Montana Grill. Good beer and superb fellowship. Thanks for the ride, Corey.
Yeah yeah, we did have a good time at TMG. Austin is a cheap date. No food, 2 glasses of 360 or something he likes. I had a grilled chicken salad. Just delicious. Austin had just eaten a short time ago. On his way to the airport and then Texas. Real good guy and person. I recommend him to you guys.
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It might could find him dead too.I want to see the bad mama jama who risks her "marriage" for a night with Ghost. It's clear she's not married in her mind. IDGAS. In fact, it might could save her marriage. Ol dude in the corner like
I regret not making it last week to meet up with Austin and others. He would've liked me. I am great.
I think Ghost is a big boy.
I also don't know if this is true. I also dgas. It's definitely e-true; this much I am fn certain.
Thanks again, Don. I had a blast .Yeah yeah, we did have a good time at TMG. Austin is a cheap date. No food, 2 glasses of 360 or something he likes. I had a grill chicken salad. Just delicious. Austin had just eaten a short time ago. On his way to the airport and then Texas. Real good guy and person. I recommend him to you guys.
Damn don and Austin rocking the hair. Well done fellas.
What would happen if we all chipped in like $10 and sent Don a fully assembled basketball goal?
QB would not be happy. I say we do it. I'm good for $10
QB would hunt you down then strangle you with the net...I'm in for 10.00
That's $60. We're about 1/10 of the way there…give or take a buck or two.
Do we having 100 posters that would each donate $10.00? The one that I want costs about 1K.
QB would want to kill you.
RU you posting from Delta?
Touchdown in Austin. Early, too. Claim my backpack then catch the bus.
Goes to bison restaurant. Eats salad. Smh.
I would like to see a bunch of us together sometime.
I almost ordered a steak with all of the trimmings, but changed my mind.
