trinacriabob

I'd rather bury my head in the sand....but I can't...

pack

It kinda worries me, too...

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...light bulb goes on... Cutlass Supreme

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What's funny is when people I've worked with or friends wanted to go to a "happy hour" that some of the chain "fern" bars put on. They are borderline pissed at me because I will have a Coke or a Sprite. I go for the FOOD SPECIALS. Since I can't cook to save my life, I love good cheap food. You'd think they'd be happy you went with them, regardless of what you ate and drank. Also, alcohol is expensive. It cuts into my travel budget.

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Reno (they have a bowling musem there, I think)

Kentucky Derby

Hey, Borger, I am very sorry. I was touched by your story, as you tend to, at other times, be flip, so I knew this was from your heart. It sounds like you had your power struggles with your dad. This is an area I am VERY familiar with. However, my dad alternated between being a disciplinarian and my friend. At times, I thought the discipline was excessive, so I lashed back with fury he wasn't expecting. You use the astrological analysis, so, if you follow the stereotypes of certain signs, he was a Leo (also short and having the same b-day as Napoleon) and I'm a Sagittarius (the "eff you" sign), you can imagine how two strong-willed people got along. But you've got things he taught you and I am sure he appreciated many qualities in you. For me, the positive things are that my dad liked anything having to do with culture and geography, having lived in Australia, Europe and both coasts of North America. He'd also been to Africa. So he passed that on. When we went to Europe by ship, he'd lift me up onto the railing high enough so I could see Lisbon, Gibraltar or Genoa. He thought everyone was a "trip" and disliked sterile people, starting up conversations with people on ships, trains and planes. My Mom tells me I'm just like him. The good memories, and faith that they are in a better place, enable us to carry on. So, he, you and your family are in my prayers.

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My next question: how old, roughly, is this person? Don't lie.

Easy to explain. You're not tensed up. Ditto for me.

This is 'effin hilarious. It's got ocn written all over it. I could almost SEE the last part with the girl who has it all dialed in. Your stories evoke good visuals. To answer your question, no. Having your "special order" memorized is the ultimate flattery as a customer, and will cause me to go back. On the other hand, if I've been Amwayed in a place, it is usually on my $h! list and I will be on guard because it's an Amway/Quixtar/general douchebag stomping ground.

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Is there a taste difference? I just drink whatever comes out of the drink machine at BK or MickeyDs.

probably so, but they're so obviously clinical and calculating about their approach, that any smart guy with half-a-brain would figure it out and stay away from them. Back to thread: Not who I'd want to see, but who I've already seen...whoever it was that plopped her titties in the face of the blindfolded dude in the opening sequence in "Basic Instict." However, what happened in a matter of seconds after that was disgusting ... and caused a few people to walk out of the theater.

Bonnevilles are really nice cars. I liked the 1989-1990 because the taillamps were nicer than in 1987-1988. I also really like the 2000 - going forward redesign. I'm a purist, so I liked the basic 3800 equipped base model (was it an LE?) with those comfortable cloth buckets and that awesome, awesome sweeping dashboard.

I, too, dislike alcohol. I don't know why. I just do. If everyone was like me, Anheuser Busch, Coors and the Napa Valley would have no purpose. However, I got some bloodwork numbers I didn't like, and the doc gave me 3 months to clean them up. (Actually, they were better from 3 months before that). Therefore, I bought several bottles of red wine at Trader Joe's and, in addition to diet changes, I am now drinking 1 glass of red wine with dinner.

Hershey . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pennsylvania.