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My 24 year-old step-daughter has been impregnated. My old lady is handing that challenge. Better her than me.
Yikes.
Bored and starving. Working the door at this stupid dance...Sitting and observing the socialiZation of this 8th grade rave... complete with glow sticks, black lights, body paint, beads, all glow in the dark crap they threw at each other...and all the shittiest music blaring you can handle.
The boys are idiots, but chill.
The girls, however are in packs of approval. Swarms of emotional drama. These 13-year old girls range in size and maturity on a grand scale. The ones who have women bodies wear skin-tight shit. The ones that’s are still little girls look so lost in the shuffle.
Both are dreadfully awkward.
Poor babies.
As LordEgg has previously stated in select threads years ago, I'd drink my beer and let 'em take over. I'm just along for the ride.
Fun, stupid, but true story that I was reminded of tonight by this jacket.
This was around 84/85. I had a (knockoff) jacket pretty much identical to that one. Wore it everywhere and the nylon strands had started coming off like corn silk (mav’s favorite). We were at Fayette or Turlfland Mall at McAlpins (now Dillards) and somewhere along the way I dropped the jacket. They were also sold at that store and some employee or customer had put it back on the rack.
One of the employees must’ve noticed this ratty ass jacket hanging on the rack and alerted the boss, which alerted the gd POLICE, thinking we had stolen a new jacket and left the other at the store. My name was in the tag of the jacket. My last name is not that unusual, although the spelling of it kinda is, and due to the fact that only two families had that name, the police decided to look up the address and make a visit to the home. Problem was, this was before online databases and such, so they used the damn Lexington phone book. Our number and address was unlisted, but guess whose wasn’t? My 65 year old grandmother.
Cops show up to her house with floodlights and two squad cars. They scare the shit out of her, she calls my dad and gets the explanation which the cops accepted, and she makes it pretty crystal clear that they should get TF out of her house and yard (was a different time). If that was today she would have either been shot/arrested or be a millionaire for emotional distress.
This was around 84/85. I had a (knockoff) jacket pretty much identical to that one. Wore it everywhere and the nylon strands had started coming off like corn silk (mav’s favorite). We were at Fayette or Turlfland Mall at McAlpins (now Dillards) and somewhere along the way I dropped the jacket. They were also sold at that store and some employee or customer had put it back on the rack.
One of the employees must’ve noticed this ratty ass jacket hanging on the rack and alerted the boss, which alerted the gd POLICE, thinking we had stolen a new jacket and left the other at the store. My name was in the tag of the jacket. My last name is not that unusual, although the spelling of it kinda is, and due to the fact that only two families had that name, the police decided to look up the address and make a visit to the home. Problem was, this was before online databases and such, so they used the damn Lexington phone book. Our number and address was unlisted, but guess whose wasn’t? My 65 year old grandmother.
Cops show up to her house with floodlights and two squad cars. They scare the shit out of her, she calls my dad and gets the explanation which the cops accepted, and she makes it pretty crystal clear that they should get TF out of her house and yard (was a different time). If that was today she would have either been shot/arrested or be a millionaire for emotional distress.
The first thing Diallo should do when he gets his first check is get that jaw broken and get his grill fixed. Goodness.
Yikes!
McAlpins. Good god, what a history and memories. Dated a couple gals who worked there back in the day.
Where the eff you get this Funky?
McAlpins. Good god, what a history and memories. Dated a couple gals who worked there back in the day.
Where the eff you get this Funky?
Get what, the story? Me. It was me.
Spendt many boring evenings at Moonlight madness sales at Mcaplins with my mom. Hated that store with a passion. Dillard’s is just as bad.
Mind blown. Wow. Ha ha. Golly. All the gals I ever knew hated that store. Talk about effed up late-night discussions from nearly 40 years ago while trying to get some ass way back when. I have seriously not thought about that place since then.
Funky: Please ask your mom if she ever worked with any Creech gals out of Harlan or Letcher Co back in the day. Holy crap! It is really a small world. She was a sweetie.
Nah. She didn’t work there. Just dragged me along to all of the sales. It was my second home in some ways though.
You're killing me. Time to Google old flames from 38-something years ago and see how many times they've been married.
** sigh **
There were a few ladies working there that would turn a preteen’s head back then. Especially the perfume girls.
Dude! I'm talking ancient history here. Wow! Hell, back then as a frosh, they were ALL babes in my age-group. Sweeties. I remember a couple gals. Awesome dispostions. They're prolly all big hefers by now, but as a young dude, as I was.....
Lmao that's crazy. Times have changed a lot.
I also got dragged to McAlpins and countless other stores. I would act like a banshee a lot of the times. On one occasion I punctured my thigh on a bolt on the side of a coat rack, left a 1 inch wide hole in my leg that was bleeding pretty good. Still got that scar. Yes, and the ladies were nice.
Maaannnnn.....I really don't feel like doing it. I stop paying attention about midway through the year. Sorry bro.
It doesn't take more than 10-15 minutes to set a league up. (Hint hint)
Who would have suspected...
...would grow up to be a serial rapist?
...would grow up to be a serial rapist?
My daughter texted me pictures of this exact scene last night.
Dunno bout y’all, but the name Harvey F=+knuts really cracks me up.
So looks like the last-minute waiver pickup of Josh McCown (2 TD, 14 pts with twelve min left in the first half) was a stroke of FF genius for the ol’ Ulcers, huh?
Even better, it’s against the NE Fighting Bradys![[banana]](https://ct.yimg.com/mr/uploads/891/1682178.gif "banana [banana]")
Even better, it’s against the NE Fighting Bradys
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K.O.D.So looks like the last-minute waiver pickup of Josh McCown (2 TD, 14 pts with twelve min left in the first half) was a stroke of FF genius for the ol’ Ulcers, huh?
Even better, it’s against the NE Fighting Bradys
My sauce is simmering...
San Marzano tomatoes.
12 Meatballs
2 beef short ribs
6 sausages : 3 hot, 3 sweet
4 pork chops
4 braciole : 2 pork, 2 beef
I have a cauldron pot up. Enough food to feed an army. Steeping meat for 4 hours.
Stop by at 6 for a plate of gnocchi w/ricotta.
San Marzano tomatoes.
12 Meatballs
2 beef short ribs
6 sausages : 3 hot, 3 sweet
4 pork chops
4 braciole : 2 pork, 2 beef
I have a cauldron pot up. Enough food to feed an army. Steeping meat for 4 hours.
Stop by at 6 for a plate of gnocchi w/ricotta.
Welp, that was mildly pleasant while it lasted. The good Josh giveth (2 TDs), and the good Josh taketh away (2 INTs).So looks like the last-minute waiver pickup of Josh McCown (2 TD, 14 pts with twelve min left in the first half) was a stroke of FF genius for the ol’ Ulcers, huh?
Even better, it’s against the NE Fighting Bradys
Serious question: Will you marry me?
He will if he eats at your house.You got big tits? ( . ) ( . )
Not that interested. I quit playing about half way through the last season. It's just sooooo long. Plus...I am busy concentrating on my 2017 fantastical foosball ship run.
I'll play if we have enough though.
You need to move to metro. Do that...and you won't be able to get rid of me on days where you cook like that.
#truth
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