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Camry

WTF? Stop it right now, mister.

Croc, hon, I don't give a damn what year it is, I don't want a cell phone. But yes, he did try to reach me. We talked today. We're getting back on track. His twill work pants had a 3 inch square hole/flap ripped out of them just below his left butt cheek. He had his red boxers on today. Just in case you guys were wondering.

bulge.

In Josh's defense, he did say long trips only, and in Fly's defense, he was trying to be helpful.

Baloney, they need a V8 option in this car, even if it isn't a Northstar.

I should have made it clearer in my original post... I don't have a cell phone. He had no choice but to call the shop. Enzora, I am not mad at the rest of the group, just Ryan. He's the one I've posted about a few times. Yeah, that guy. So that colors my reaction. The only thing I can do is forgive and move on. It's hurting me to hold a grudge. The fact is, he asks me every week if I'm going along. I love the guy. Seriously.

Do you think you'll be more or less successful without hair?

Best of luck for a long and happy life together with the ol' ball and chain. Congratulations!

band camp

Just taking an opportunity, that's all.

EXCUSE ME!? "EMBARRASSING" has two Rs! *backslap* :AH-HA_wink:

Oh jeez, what a dume oss I am. Certainly it is. Thanks, spunky!

Well I suppose a walker will fit upright in the generous cargo hold, so maybe Mabel and Otto are onto something.

Boboletta, yes, I like roasted garlic nodules (what is a section of a garlic bulb called?) Did I say peckeroni? Must have been a typo. :AH-HA_wink: Joe: yes, we know about your affinity for sausage. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Balthy... I guess Gene Simmons has a daughter (or an emo kid son)? That's one hell of a tongue!

Every Friday, a group of us at work head out for lunch at a nearby steakhouse. Recently, a new Chili's has opened near our work, and we had talked about trying it. Last Friday, as we walked out to the parking lot to head out ("my" guy Ryan and another friend), we discussed where we would go. The other friend and I wanted to go to Chili's, Ryan didn't want to, but he reluctantly agreed we would meet at Chili's, along with two other coworkers. I told Ryan I had to go to the bank, but would meet them at Chili's and I took off in my truck while they waited for the other 2 guys. I got to Chili's and waited a couple short minutes before getting a table. The server put 4 more menus on the table and I ordered my iced tea while I waited for the crew. To no avail. I finally ordered my lunch. I ended up eating my lunch with 4 menus. I got back to work before them, and when Ryan walked in, he said "where did you go? Chili's?" I said "where the fu*k do you think I went? I had lunch with 4 menus." He said "I tried to call you here at work but you had already left! 'They' didn't want to go to Chili's." That was a lie. It was Ryan who didn't want to go to Chili's before agreeing to go there. I didn't talk to him any more on Friday afternoon, and not until almost noon yesterday. I asked him what he thought he was doing when he took the guys to the other place. He apologized. Since then, I've barely said two words to him. I am still pissed and ready to tell him to fu*k off, that I am permanently out of the lunch group, that he can go fly a goddamned kite for all I care, but I haven't, I've just been silent. He looks at me with puppydog eyes and then looks at the floor when I walk by his work area in the shop. He has tried to talk a few times, but I've been keeping it as short as possible until I walk away. It's not the lunch venue I am pissed about... it's the ditching I cannot get over. How would you guys feel if this happened to you? Should I chuck 3 years of friendship, or am I overreacting?

As I was sitting in Mickey D's this evening being a bad boy eating my quarter pounder, I watched to see who would leave the restaurant and hop in a gray, base model Honda Fit in the parking lot. It was an 80-year-old lady, 95 pounds at most, with a huge hairdo, accompanied by her p.i.m.p., a dude who was at least 80 and walking pretty slowly. Has the "Fit is Go!" ad campaign fallen on (nearly) deaf ears? Is every "hip, young" Japanese car doomed to congregate at Friday Night Bingo at the VFW? I find this phenomenon pretty amusing.

A Roadmaster Estate deserves a better fate than pickup truck duty, I hope you agree. I would ask about the F-150... see how much work it needs. Look it over, drive it, ask questions.

Everything seems to have been said. Better days ahead, Nos.

Kareem

I would not purchase a Roadmaster Estate if you know it will be a substitute for a pickup truck for a while. The new trucks should be amazing, so I can understand waiting... but I'd buy a cheap S-10 until then to use for work.

How is the garlic presented? Is it little bulbs of garlic, baked on the pizza, or is it like minced garlic? Sounds good!

nips in sunshine?

Like, doy, I build it on tortillas. They're like what, a sixteenth of an inch thick?